[BL]Ban All Singles

Chapter 46

Since the marriage between the man in the court and Wen Qiuxing, the two men have been going straight and never shy away.

"Well." Feng Ting answered.

He was still dignified and keen, kneading his face against the obvious tent.

From Wen Qiuxing's point of view, the arc there was exaggerated, and he was careful to make the liver bang violently.

Not to mention, people's things look good, clean and delicious.

Under Wen Qiuxing's command, Feng Ting kneaded a little dough.

With the attitude of having soiled his hands, the man stopped Wen Qiuxing's intention to roll his sleeves and said, "You said."

Wen Qiuxing understood the meaning of the imperial court and said, "Let's rest, let me come."

Since I said that I want to make something for myself, I don't want to do it by just playing rogue.

"I'm with you." Feng Ting's eyes warmed and said.

"You don't have to solve it?" Wen Qiuxing glanced at the other party for what was unspeakable: "Isn't it so uncomfortable to stand so hard?"

The looked man bowed his head in the eyes of the youth, and shook his head blushing: "It doesn't matter."

"Well." Since others said this, Wen Qiuxing wasn't good enough to push him: "Then you will see what I do."

that's it.

The earth youth and the alien handsome guy who are holding it are pure white bread.

You read it right, it's a white bread with one knife, no technical content at all!

However, Mr. Alien gazed at the young man on the earth with the eyes of ‘hello’, and he couldn’t recover for a long time.

Until I was slapped by the youth of the earth: "Let you see the buns, what do you think I did?"

Feng Ting thought, of course, because you look better than white buns.

Half an hour later, the white steamed buns made by Wen Qiuxing were steamed in an unprofessional pot.

It seems that if you want to eat authentic white buns, you have to buy professional kitchenware.

"Have you ever eaten this kind of thing?" Wen Qiuxing was bored and chattered with Feng Ting.

"No." Feng Ting said, he hadn't eaten it or watched it.

"Well." Wen Qiuxing wanted to say, this thing is delicious, but he has no idea. If the finished product he made is different from his milk, wouldn't it be shameful.

Fortunately, after steaming for a predetermined period of time, Wen Qiuxing opened the lid and a scent of steamed buns pours across the face, which seems not much different from the memory.

Wen Qiuxing immediately risked his fingers being burned, and picked up one: "His..." But he was still burnt, and the two hands quickly took turns: "Ouch, it's hot."

Feng Ting quickly took it over, holding it with one hand without feeling, squeezing Wen Qiuxing's finger with one hand, and put it in his mouth to shout.

Inner Mongolian brother froze for a moment, then grabbed a white bun in his hand and put it in his mouth, smashed it, chewed it a few times, and felt that the taste was still there, so he grabbed another piece and stuffed it and still fingered him Handsome than in the mouth.

Mr. Alien, who has never eaten anything like buns in his entire life, eats the food in his mouth with utmost importance and spit out the words: "Sweet."