Chapter 642
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At 11:30, Su also took a knife, and a plump, complete and beautiful adult chicken turned into several pieces.
Sue was so skilled at this step that she didn't even blink.
When the knife 'Kangkang' sounds on the chopping board, how ferocious it is.
Bo Zhan quietly wiped off the small blood drops jumping on his face with his finger abdomen, as if nothing had happened, and continued to read her the next step.
But when Bo Zhan read the steps of the professional food commentator step by step, Su also became more and more impatient.
This food commentator wants to divide each small step into 10 key points to explain separately.
It's worse than her.
No, she doesn't.
Sue also made all the chicken nuggets for half an hour. She was able to cook oil. She rolled her sleeve and couldn't help asking, "who is so forced?"
Bo Zhan looks down at the man's account name.
The name
There is a twist in familiarity
Awkward and familiar
I can't say what's wrong.
Bo Zhan followed Su Ye's words: "this matter forced Li Yunbai..."
"What? Li Yunbai?"
Sue also gave a meal with a kitchen knife in her hand.
——
Yali now is the lunch break time. The students' happy figures come and go, and the students' laughter is intertwined in their ears.
The campus seemed to wake up from a dream.
In particular, several girls' excited screams cut through the sky and made everyone look in that direction.
"Ah! It's Bo Yicheng!"
"He's so handsome and studies so well! I wonder what his father looks like!"
"Yes, before the third day of junior high school, I took the first place in the country in Mathematical Olympiad of senior high school! If I were those senior high school students, I wouldn't live!"
"What do you think he's doing?"
"Next to him seems to be a primary school student coming for an interview?"
Look down your line of sight——
Zhang Mao raised his small eyes and looked at Bo Yicheng. His head lines were squeezed out. He was a little timid in his heart.
After looking at it for a long time, I remembered that he had seen this man pick up Bo Yimo from school when they were in primary school.
At the moment he remembered, Bo Yimo also stopped and looked at him: "brother."
Bo Yicheng's iceberg face, which was trembling with cold, also melted like a snow mountain in an instant.
He drove a black bicycle that seemed low-key but had a sense of science and technology, showing a trembling smile of Su's heart: "how was the interview?"
Bo Yicheng is very independent. From primary school, he went to school by himself. After school, he learned to ride a bike earlier than other children.
He knows almost nothing about these means of transportation.
"OK," Bo Yimo twisted her delicate eyebrows.
"Bo Yicheng and I have never seen him smile like this for so long!"
"He laughs too Su!"
"It's over. It must be this picture in your dreams at night!"
But then they saw Bo Yicheng fondly touch the top of Bo Yimo's head, skillfully pick up her small red book bag and hook it on her shoulder, and then help her to get on the back of her bike with one hand.
When he got on the bus, he put one leg on the ground and looked back at Zhang Mao and raised his chin: "have you had an interview?"
Zhang Mao stretched out a little fat finger and pointed to himself. Some couldn't believe that such a handsome man was talking to him. He was very proud to thrust out his belly: "too late!!"
Bo Yicheng narrowed his eyes and got on his bike.
Then he has to watch.
He had discussed one thing with his father before. They had the same opinion.
My sister can't fall in love until she is 25.
Bo Yicheng rode his bicycle through the campus. The wind blew his white shirt collar up. Bo Yimo sat sideways in the back, leaning against his brother's wide back and holding a small yellow flower in his hand.
The fans ran behind his car.
"Bo Yicheng's bike has never been taken!"
That position has always been the Queen's throne of fans' dreams.
"Who is that little girl? She looks like a doll!"
"It seems to be my sister..."
"Sister? Kiss?"
"It should be!"
"Oh, I really want to be his sister!"
As soon as Bo Yicheng's bike drove out of the gate of the campus, he heard the horn sound from the side.
It's dad's car.
Bo Yunli lowered the window of the cab. The man's face was still beautiful against the sky.
He slightly raised his eyebrows and looked at the children: "get in the car and dad will take you home today."
Bo Yicheng was stunned and parked the car next to him.
"Little Molly," Bo Yicheng opened the rear door and called her gently.
Bo Yimo answered and didn't get on the bus directly. Instead, she first went around the cab, leaned in and pinned the little yellow flower in her hand on her father's shirt collar.
Bo Yunli, with a deep smile between his eyebrows and eyes, sniffed the smell of small yellow flowers on his collar: "thank you, my little jasmine."
Bo Yimo pursed her lips and smiled, folded back and got into the car.
Behind them, there was a cold breath.
Is this Bo Yicheng's father?
It's so handsome that it's a foul!
Is this family an o-state aristocrat?
The sun is white to reflect!
The car runs steadily. Bo Yimo and Su are also easy to get carsick, but she doesn't get dizzy when her father drives the car.
Bo Yicheng opened a book. Bo Yimo leaned lazily on his shoulder and took out his mobile phone: "brother, do you play games?"
Bo Yicheng spoiled her, put the book back directly and took out his mobile phone.
He has a game account and never plays it at ordinary times. It is specially used to coax his sister.
If the school girls see the picture of him playing the game, it must be another burst of exclamation.
They have never seen the rigorous and meticulous Xueba Bo Yicheng play games!
Don't say goodbye. I can't even think about it.
Bo Yunli glanced at the rearview mirror with a light voice: "don't play games in the car. It's easy to get carsick."
Bo Yimo glanced at her father and smiled coyly: "just play for a while, it's okay, Dad."
Her expression can't be seen except for her father, mother and brother.
Bo Yunli gave a low smile.
He can't do anything with this daughter.
Bo Yicheng operated the game in his hand and glanced out: "Dad, this is not the way home?"
Bo Yunli obviously went wrong on purpose. He didn't feel any consternation when he heard the speech. His tone was as usual: "take you to the hotel first and eat less."
In the back row, the brothers and sisters looked at each other, and a question mark slowly rose above their heads.
“？”
Dad never takes them out to dinner without his mother.
Bo Yunli's lips evoked a slightly helpless smile.
"When your mother cooks dinner at noon, put some in advance. Don't let your mother know when you go back."
After all, he has experience
At 11:30, Su also took a knife, and a plump, complete and beautiful adult chicken turned into several pieces.
Sue was so skilled at this step that she didn't even blink.
When the knife 'Kangkang' sounds on the chopping board, how ferocious it is.
Bo Zhan quietly wiped off the small blood drops jumping on his face with his finger abdomen, as if nothing had happened, and continued to read her the next step.
But when Bo Zhan read the steps of the professional food commentator step by step, Su also became more and more impatient.
This food commentator wants to divide each small step into 10 key points to explain separately.
It's worse than her.
No, she doesn't.
Sue also made all the chicken nuggets for half an hour. She was able to cook oil. She rolled her sleeve and couldn't help asking, "who is so forced?"
Bo Zhan looks down at the man's account name.
The name
There is a twist in familiarity
Awkward and familiar
I can't say what's wrong.
Bo Zhan followed Su Ye's words: "this matter forced Li Yunbai..."
"What? Li Yunbai?"
Sue also gave a meal with a kitchen knife in her hand.
——
Yali now is the lunch break time. The students' happy figures come and go, and the students' laughter is intertwined in their ears.
The campus seemed to wake up from a dream.
In particular, several girls' excited screams cut through the sky and made everyone look in that direction.
"Ah! It's Bo Yicheng!"
"He's so handsome and studies so well! I wonder what his father looks like!"
"Yes, before the third day of junior high school, I took the first place in the country in Mathematical Olympiad of senior high school! If I were those senior high school students, I wouldn't live!"
"What do you think he's doing?"
"Next to him seems to be a primary school student coming for an interview?"
Look down your line of sight——
Zhang Mao raised his small eyes and looked at Bo Yicheng. His head lines were squeezed out. He was a little timid in his heart.
After looking at it for a long time, I remembered that he had seen this man pick up Bo Yimo from school when they were in primary school.
At the moment he remembered, Bo Yimo also stopped and looked at him: "brother."
Bo Yicheng's iceberg face, which was trembling with cold, also melted like a snow mountain in an instant.
He drove a black bicycle that seemed low-key but had a sense of science and technology, showing a trembling smile of Su's heart: "how was the interview?"
Bo Yicheng is very independent. From primary school, he went to school by himself. After school, he learned to ride a bike earlier than other children.
He knows almost nothing about these means of transportation.
"OK," Bo Yimo twisted her delicate eyebrows.
"Bo Yicheng and I have never seen him smile like this for so long!"
"He laughs too Su!"
"It's over. It must be this picture in your dreams at night!"
But then they saw Bo Yicheng fondly touch the top of Bo Yimo's head, skillfully pick up her small red book bag and hook it on her shoulder, and then help her to get on the back of her bike with one hand.
When he got on the bus, he put one leg on the ground and looked back at Zhang Mao and raised his chin: "have you had an interview?"
Zhang Mao stretched out a little fat finger and pointed to himself. Some couldn't believe that such a handsome man was talking to him. He was very proud to thrust out his belly: "too late!!"
Bo Yicheng narrowed his eyes and got on his bike.
Then he has to watch.
He had discussed one thing with his father before. They had the same opinion.
My sister can't fall in love until she is 25.
Bo Yicheng rode his bicycle through the campus. The wind blew his white shirt collar up. Bo Yimo sat sideways in the back, leaning against his brother's wide back and holding a small yellow flower in his hand.
The fans ran behind his car.
"Bo Yicheng's bike has never been taken!"
That position has always been the Queen's throne of fans' dreams.
"Who is that little girl? She looks like a doll!"
"It seems to be my sister..."
"Sister? Kiss?"
"It should be!"
"Oh, I really want to be his sister!"
As soon as Bo Yicheng's bike drove out of the gate of the campus, he heard the horn sound from the side.
It's dad's car.
Bo Yunli lowered the window of the cab. The man's face was still beautiful against the sky.
He slightly raised his eyebrows and looked at the children: "get in the car and dad will take you home today."
Bo Yicheng was stunned and parked the car next to him.
"Little Molly," Bo Yicheng opened the rear door and called her gently.
Bo Yimo answered and didn't get on the bus directly. Instead, she first went around the cab, leaned in and pinned the little yellow flower in her hand on her father's shirt collar.
Bo Yunli, with a deep smile between his eyebrows and eyes, sniffed the smell of small yellow flowers on his collar: "thank you, my little jasmine."
Bo Yimo pursed her lips and smiled, folded back and got into the car.
Behind them, there was a cold breath.
Is this Bo Yicheng's father?
It's so handsome that it's a foul!
Is this family an o-state aristocrat?
The sun is white to reflect!
The car runs steadily. Bo Yimo and Su are also easy to get carsick, but she doesn't get dizzy when her father drives the car.
Bo Yicheng opened a book. Bo Yimo leaned lazily on his shoulder and took out his mobile phone: "brother, do you play games?"
Bo Yicheng spoiled her, put the book back directly and took out his mobile phone.
He has a game account and never plays it at ordinary times. It is specially used to coax his sister.
If the school girls see the picture of him playing the game, it must be another burst of exclamation.
They have never seen the rigorous and meticulous Xueba Bo Yicheng play games!
Don't say goodbye. I can't even think about it.
Bo Yunli glanced at the rearview mirror with a light voice: "don't play games in the car. It's easy to get carsick."
Bo Yimo glanced at her father and smiled coyly: "just play for a while, it's okay, Dad."
Her expression can't be seen except for her father, mother and brother.
Bo Yunli gave a low smile.
He can't do anything with this daughter.
Bo Yicheng operated the game in his hand and glanced out: "Dad, this is not the way home?"
Bo Yunli obviously went wrong on purpose. He didn't feel any consternation when he heard the speech. His tone was as usual: "take you to the hotel first and eat less."
In the back row, the brothers and sisters looked at each other, and a question mark slowly rose above their heads.
“？”
Dad never takes them out to dinner without his mother.
Bo Yunli's lips evoked a slightly helpless smile.
"When your mother cooks dinner at noon, put some in advance. Don't let your mother know when you go back."
After all, he has experience
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