Fast-passing sick and tender male god Shura field

Chapter 187 The adopted son picked up will destroy your whole family (22)

Xiang Yunzheng: "..." I always feel like I'm about to be vomited by this woman again!
Nan Xian thoughtfully picked up a few dumplings and handed them over: "Don't be angry, the sea of ​​bitterness is boundless, and there is no turning back. You still have time to put down the butcher's knife."

Xiang Yunzheng glanced at her coldly, even waved the dumplings and the plate on the ground, stood up abruptly, and said condescendingly: "Don't blame me for not giving you a chance to live!"

Nan Xian glanced heartlessly at the spoiled dumplings, and said seriously.

Xiang Yunzheng: "...", if I stay with her any longer, I will die of anger.

"Hurry up and eat so much! When can you finish drawing the gun-shaped drawing?"

Nan Xian didn't have much tolerance for the irritable young man, he slowly sucked and sucked while holding the porridge bowl, and said vaguely: "Only when you are full will you have the strength to do things."

For the first time, Xiang Yunzheng experienced what it was like to wait for someone.

Reluctantly, he sat down again, staring at Nan Xian with his dark eyes while eating, he wanted to see if she could eat slowly while he was staring at her all the time!

Facts have proved that Nanxian is not only edible, but also delicious.

In this big dyeing vat of Xiangfu, the servants are all stalking the crowd, whoever has a high status will eat exquisite and fresh food, and whoever has no power, the food is not as good as the servants!

Suiyuxuan's breakfast food is the most delicious Nanxian has eaten these days!
Xiang Yunzheng's teeth were a little itchy, his forehead twitched, and he couldn't bear it and said violently: "Can you drink porridge without making a sound?"

"How can it be possible to drink porridge without making a sound?" Nan Xian looked confused, isn't drinking porridge just holding hands and sucking?

"Where's your spoon?" Xiang Yunzheng suppressed the anger in his chest.

"How slow is it to drink from a spoon?" Nan Xian took another sip as a matter of course: "Aren't you waiting for me to draw a picture?"

Xiang Yunzheng remained silent, waiting silently for breakfast before calling Shanming in to clean up.

Nan Xian looked at the untouched sweet potato and double rice porridge, glanced at the cold and silent young man, and said to the mountain, "Keep this porridge."

Shan Ming was taken aback, and reflexively looked at his young master.

The young master's face was a little dark, and his tone was very aggressive: "Are you still full?"

Nan Xian ignored him, and said to Shanming: "Okay, you go, the beef buns are good, remember to bring me another one when I come to check your young master's pulse tomorrow morning."

Shan Ming smiled happily, wishing that there would be one more person in Suiyuxuan to distract the young master, so he was too busy to respond.

"Study ink!"

Nan Xian spread out the rice paper and found the place where he wrote the pen last before breakfast.

Xiang Yunzheng: "What did you say?"

"Aren't your ears good?" Nan Xian blinked: "Grinding!"

It's not her target anyway, it's just a crooked fang weed, she's not used to it!

Xiang Yunzheng took a deep breath, dripped water into the inkstone surface, clamped the thumb and middle finger on both sides of the ink stick, rubbed it lightly and evenly, and grinded it repeatedly.

After a while, Nan Xian stuffed the sugar with a hammer: "The ink is not skewed, even and delicate. This ink is not bad. I will reward you with a bowl of sweet potato and double rice porridge."

Xiang Yunzheng paused, his eyes became a little complicated.

"This porridge...is it for me?"

Nan Xian didn't even look up, but concentrated on drawing the rest of the drawing, and hummed softly.

Xiang Yunzheng stopped talking, stared at the bowl of porridge silently, then glanced at Nanxian unobtrusively, and stared at the porridge again, not knowing what he was thinking.

In short, he didn't drink the porridge, and he waited very quietly for Nanxian to finish drawing the blueprint of the gun.

Nanxian painted a Beretta 92F pistol.

(End of this chapter)