Prince, Not Tonight

Everyone was greatly impressed by Yun Fei's culinary skills. Everyone gathered around the table, eating without even speaking. All they could hear was the gurgling of soup and the sound of chopsticks accidentally touching the edge of a bowl.

Steamed Bun patted his belly and said with satisfaction: "I like the dishes that Cloudburst is making the most. It's just too bad that I can only eat one or two every year, so I can't bear to eat them."

After all these years of running here and there to cheat, she didn't have much time to go back to Cantonese, so she didn't have much chance to eat the food she cooked herself.

They all cherished it.

Just as he was about to say something, Tang San had already come over and put his arm around her shoulders. He smiled and said, "Ah, in the future, all of you will be living together with me. Moreover, you will never separate. After this meal, we'll pack our stuff and come home with me tomorrow. "

"Going home with you?" Radish looked at him with a puzzled expression as his cute eyes blinked. "This is our home."

"This is your home. My home, your home." Tang San lowered his head, looking at her with a beaming smile, and sweetly coaxed, "Because your Young Mistress Yun will soon be my wife. In the future, we will be a family. "

"Who said that!" Before Tang San finished his sentence, Yun Fei jumped out like a cat with its tail stepped on, "Lala, you can say whatever you want, but you can't say whatever you want."

"I didn't eat or talk." Tang San Ting innocently looked at her and said seriously, "I said that I want to marry you, so I will. Furthermore, if you don't agree, why do you need to take out those two bamboo sticks?

As he spoke, his gaze had already landed on Yun Fei's sleeve.

As expected, the two bamboo sticks had just emerged from Yun Xu's slightly short sleeves.

Yun Xu was embarrassed. His face was so red that it seemed like it was about to drip blood. His ears were even more transparent red, making him look exceptionally adorable.

"What's so special about that? Yunfei likes to collect weird things like this." He calmly walked over and took the two bamboo sticks out of Yun Feng's sleeve. He lightly glanced at them and said, "I remember that the bamboo sticks from the Eastern Flower Temple were made anew a year ago, and the bamboo sticks are new bamboo. These two colors are dark, but the handwriting is very new, so you can see that the pillar has been there for a long time, but the words written on them were recently written by someone — — Yun out jie, did you meet a swindler at the Eastern Flower Temple?"

Yun Fei was stunned for a moment before he flew into a rage.

Tang San, on the other hand, was sweating: he hadn't been on guard against this ghost, Little Tree … Failing to make the right decision, that was too wrong.