Long Beijue was speechless about the key points he got.

He cooperated and nodded, "That's right, if Sister Qiao doesn't want her elder brother, she will starve to death."

Hearing this, Long Yian frowned, showing a deep expression of bitterness and revenge.

He didn't want his elder brother to starve to death, nor did he want his elder brother to be stolen.

How to do it?

Long Beijue glanced at him and knew it would be difficult to let him accept this matter immediately. "Okay, don't think about it now. When you see Sister Qiao later, you are not allowed to make trouble or steal things. Do you know?"

His wife hasn't been chased yet, so don't let him mess with him.

Long Yian said reluctantly.

"Eat the oranges and go downstairs." Long Beijue glanced at the oranges left in his hand, and turned around and walked out.

Long Yian's eyes flashed with a faint sadness. Looking at the orange in his hand, he suddenly lost his appetite.

...

The barbecue items were ready, and Rong Tian was busy moving the items to the courtyard.

Long Beijue came downstairs and didn't see Qiao Luo's figure. He reached out to hold Rong Tian, ​​"Where is Qiao Luo?"

Could it be that we left first?

"Don't worry, I didn't leave, I'm making sauce in the kitchen." Rong Tiandao.

Upon hearing this, Long Beijue let go of his hand and walked towards the kitchen.

“What are you doing?”

Walking to her, Long Beijue glanced at the sauce in the bowl.

Qiao Luo chopped the minced garlic and pulled the corners of his lips slightly, "Have you sootheed?"

"Children's emotions." He said.

"Do you want help?"

Qiao Luo looked at him with a smile and teased, "Do you help me worse?"

She was busy in the kitchen, and she could barely force her to wash a dish, and she didn't dare to count on anything else.

"Isn't it just cutting garlic, I'll do it." Long Beijue reached out to take away the knife from her hand and took over her position.

Qiao Luo stood aside and watched, ready to watch the show.

Long Beijue reached out to grab the garlic, put it on the chopping board, and took pictures as she learned about her movements.

Unexpectedly, I used too much force.

The round garlic was slapped away and a graceful parabola slid in the air.

With a "thump" sound, it fell into the trash can.

Qiao Luo pursed his lips, and laughter still overflowed from his lips.

Just say you can't count on it.

Long Beijue coughed, "My hand is wrong, do it again."

As he said that, he took another garlic.

Holding the knife, slapped his backhand.

"Bang--"

As expected, garlic ran away again.

At this time, Rong Tian screamed at the door.

"I'll go and have murder."

Qiao Luo turned around and lowered his head and chuckled.

Rong Tian walked in with one hand and garlic in the other, and his eyes swept at the culprit, "No, Beijue, brothers, you are a fight. You are jealous of me, so don't attack me secretly. I want to live a few more years."

A person who is a kitchen killer like him, and he still holds a knife?

Who gave him the courage?

Long Beijue lowered his knife, glanced at him, "Shut up."

"Rong Tian, ​​the fire is extinguished again, come out soon." Tang Xin's voice came from outside. Rong Tian put down the garlic and hurriedly ran out.

"Beijue, please spare my kitchen, don't let me suffer."

Long Beijue sneered, and he should have stuffed all the pot of garlic into his mouth just now.

"Take these out, I'll do these." Qiao Luo pointed to the plate beside him, then took back the knife, and then made the sauce.

Long Beijue picked up the plate, turned his head, and quickly pecked her face.

But for a moment, he ran away with the plate.

Qiao Luo froze in place, his neck connected to his cheeks, and a slight redness appeared.

Bastard Long Beijue.
Chapter completed!