Start crossing from the love apartment

Chapter 391
Ma Xiaoling looked at Yang San in surprise, although she didn't understand Yang San's intentions, but there was an inexplicable warmth in her heart.

Kuang Fusheng quickly recovered from his stupefaction, trying to shake off Yang San's clutches, but no matter how hard he tried, Yang San always pinched his face cheerfully.

Kuang Fusheng couldn't help being shocked again. Although he was malnourished, he was still a zombie.

Ordinary adult men are not enough for him to punch, why are you so wicked today?

Fortunately, Wang Zhenzhen soon came out from the opposite side.

"Xiaoling, Mr. Yang, Mr. Kuang hasn't come back yet, and Fusheng hasn't eaten yet. I'm going to cook some dishes for him. You can join me."

"Cook for him? Zhenzhen, are you serious?" Ma Xiaoling suddenly cried out in surprise.

Although Zhenzhen dishes are delicious, but for a man who has just met for a few days, is it really good to cook for his son?
But Yang San's eyes lit up. Before the zombies in "Zombie" get red eyes, they can't eat real food except blood. If they eat it, they will have diarrhea.

"Okay, thank you so much, Zhenzhen, you are so beautiful, your cooking must be delicious."

Ma Xiaoling couldn't help swallowing the words she wanted to dissuade, and at the same time glared at Yang San again.

Who told you that you look good and cook well?How come I don't know if I can cook?

Soon, a war without gunpowder started again.

Kuang Fusheng stared at Yang San with anger and fear. The indescribably handsome man in front of him not only made him unable to break free, but also "unintentionally" harmed him once.

Ma Xiaoling and Yang San kept scrambling for the delicacies in front of them, as if they wanted to eat all the dishes in their stomachs, so as not to hurt Yang San and Kuang Fusheng.

"It's delicious, it's really delicious, Zhenzhen, you really are able to go to the hall and enter the kitchen. Anyone who can marry you must have accumulated a lot of blessings for several lifetimes."

Yang San praised in an orderly manner, and at the same time kept stuffing the vegetables and meat into his mouth.

Kuang Fusheng looked at Yang San in a daze, wondering how Yang San could speak clearly while eating food quickly?
Wang Zhenzhen's face was slightly red, and she said in embarrassment.

"Mr. Yang, you really like to joke, I'm not as good as you say."

Ma Xiaoling stopped her chopsticks, chewed quickly with her small mouth, and swallowed the food in her mouth with difficulty.

"Zhenzhen, you don't need to belittle yourself on this point, the man who can marry you must have accumulated a few lifetimes of blessings."

At the same time, he looked at Yang San appreciatively, "I never thought you could speak human language."

I also have to admire in my heart, this is definitely a natural foodie, I must have eaten more than four people just now, but Yang San is still eating quickly.

"Fusheng, you eat it too. Look at how delicious Mr. Yang's food is."

At this moment, Zhenzhen also realized that Kuang Fusheng hadn't touched the chopsticks yet, thinking he was embarrassed, she took a large chopsticks dish and put it in his bowl, and smiled softly.

Seeing Kuang Fusheng in pain, Yang San rolled his eyes, quickly took out a few chopsticks, and stacked them in Kuang Fusheng's bowl.

"Sister Zhenzhen is right, but don't be picky eaters, or you won't grow taller."

Kuang Fusheng looked at the bowl stacked high in front of him, and the corners of his mouth unconsciously twitched.

Gritting his teeth, Kuang Fusheng threw himself into the state of gobbling with tears in his eyes.

Mmm~ It's delicious!
It's a pity that the good times didn't last long, and the cramping pain in his stomach made Kuang Fusheng sweat involuntarily on his forehead.

"Well, no, I'm going to the bathroom."

Seeing Kuang Fusheng rushing into the toilet clutching his stomach, Yang San was calm on the surface, but his heart burst into laughter.

Soon, Kuang Fusheng came out of the toilet with a relaxed face, but the smile on his face froze when he saw that the bowl was higher than before.

"Fusheng, come here quickly, I have reserved food for you."

As soon as Kuang Fusheng came out, Wang Zhenzhen immediately handed him a hand, and at the same time, her subordinates kept adding vegetables to Kuang Fusheng's bowl.

Kuang Fusheng couldn't help but feel chills all over his body, the originally gentle and lovely sister Zhenzhen seemed to have two horns on her head.

Do not!Do not!Do not!
I must be dazzled, Kuang Fusheng struggled back to the dining table, his eyes rolled sharply.

"Sister Zhenzhen, I'm actually not hungry. I'll leave this bowl for Dad. He works so hard, so he must be very hungry when he comes back."

Wang Zhenzhen gently adjusted her glasses, "Fusheng is so good, don't worry, I have kept Mr. Kuang."

Wang Zhenzhen pointed to the kitchen, where she could faintly see several covered dishes.

The illusion in Kuang Fusheng's heart was instantly shattered, and he had no choice but to join the war of resistance again.

So, Kuang Fusheng started his "stable life" of going to the dining table and toilet at two o'clock.

It's just that every time I come out of the toilet, my bowl always stacks to a new height.

This is not only due to Wang Zhenzhen, but also to Yang San and Ma Xiaoling.

Yang San suddenly felt that no matter how delicious his food was, he was not as delicious as others.

Of course, Yang San would not admit that every time he saw Kuang Fusheng clutching his stomach and running to the toilet, the pleasure in his heart would come one after another, endlessly.

But Ma Xiaoling, who really couldn't bear it, felt that cheap Yang San would be better than cheap Kuang Sheng.

Also, Jenga is fun too.

Finally, after Kuang Fusheng went to the toilet N times, Wang Zhenzhen, who was belatedly aware of it, asked suspiciously.

"Xiaoling, is there something wrong with my cooking?"

"No, it's still the same as usual, so delicious."

Ma Xiaoling also felt a little strange, but she didn't think much about it.

"Zhenzhen, it's definitely not your problem. You are so beautiful, how could there be a problem with the food? In my opinion, the resurrected must have a bad stomach."

Yang San calmly continued to add vegetables to the bowl of Fusheng, and at the same time, he was thinking about when he would come over for a meal next time?

Sure enough, it is better to be alone than to be happy together.

Ma Xiaoling's face darkened when she heard that, is it good to cook if she is pretty?Is it okay to look pretty?
I can't help but think of the spotless kitchen at home, so why is it okay for me to cook instant noodles?

One thought here.Ma Xiaoling couldn't help but put two chopsticks in the bowl again.

When Kuang Fusheng came out, he couldn't laugh or cry, and looked at the bowl in front of him wanting to cry without tears.

Is this almost as tall as yourself?

"Sister Zhenzhen, I can't eat anymore."

Before Wang Zhenzhen could speak, Yang San said with a smile.

"Fusheng, how did the third brother teach you, you can't be picky eaters, now the third brother will teach you again, waste is shameful."

At the same time, he added some chopsticks to Kuang Fusheng's bowl.

At this time, Kuang Tianyou came out of the elevator, and suddenly heard the sound of laughter in the house.

"Wang Zhenzhen and Ma Xiaoling? Are they here again? How many times did Fusheng go to the bathroom again?"

Kuang Tianyou murmured and opened the door, and when he entered, he saw Kuang Fusheng coming out of the toilet with a sad face.

"Resurrection, eat less..."

At this moment, Yang San put his chopsticks into the revived bowl again to add vegetables.

The smile on Kuang Tianyou's face froze, his pupils opened, and he looked at Yang San in horror.

Who is this guy?I can't feel it!
(End of this chapter)