The Demon Emperor didn't raise his head: "Since I'm back, I'll cook. Your mother wants to eat chestnut chicken at noon today."

The boy at the door was fifteen years old. After a while, he was a smaller version of the Demon Emperor. Now that he has grown up, Mo Youyou is six or seven percent like his father. Standing next to the Demon Emperor, he is like a brother. When he goes out, there are people who praise him more than once: he looks at the brothers, one is as handsome as the other is handsome.

At this moment, the young bun at the door was shrugging his head and no longer as energetic as he first entered the door. He looked like an eggplant made of frost, and he looked very depressed.

He put on his slippers and replied lazily: "Oh... I understand..."

Yu Tian Xuanhuang glanced at him: "If you know, why don't you go quickly."

Now in people's eyes, I think my actual age is over forty, but the maintenance is indeed very good. I look at it at most in my thirties. Without the exaggeration and immatureness of young people, with the maturity and stability accumulated over the years, going to that mountain, it is more attractive than young people.

"Just go, go, why are you mad? What about my mother? Did you make my mother angry?"

The young Baozi thought that when he grew up, he would make this old man look good sooner or later, but... he seemed to have too high expectations. This old man in his family is an old and immortal demon. Even if he grows up, he is not his opponent. Every time he is suppressed by him, he cannot turn over. Life is very hard!

Outsiders think he is a handsome nobleman, and must have been born with a golden spoon in his mouth. He wants to be windy, rainy, and he will be served as soon as he reaches out his hand.

But no one knows the hardships of his life. As long as he returns home, he is all his work to do. Not only that, he also wants to ensure that his mother is always happy.

Yu Tian Xuanhuang glanced at him with a gloating smile, "Your mother will come down after cooking, the ingredients are in the refrigerator, you can make it yourself, you still have half an hour to cook now."

The young man Baozi Fifteen changed his face when he heard it. He opened the refrigerator and carried all the ingredients into the kitchen with a whoosh.

Half an hour later, he barely finished the meal.

He heard footsteps coming downstairs and immediately stretched out his head to take a look. It turned out that his beautiful and gentle mother had come downstairs.

Xiao Baozi quickly said, "Mom, I'm ready to cook the meal and take it out immediately."

In this family, his status is the lowest. Only my mother's status will always stand tall and last forever. Therefore, I must please my mother to avoid the dead old man's more criticism.

Zhuge Canglan immediately smiled deeply when he heard the sound of Xiao Baozi, "I'm back from the fifteenth day. How about being in school these two days?"

Zhuge Canglan has now changed his age to a woman who looks like a woman who is just over 30 years old. Her charm, temperament and appearance are all the most advanced. Her every move makes people feel beautiful.

On the 15th day of the 15th, I brought a plate out: "It's pretty good, mom... I made chestnut chicken, do you taste it or not?"

He quietly changed Zhuge Canglan's topic.

It’s not that he doesn’t want to say it, it’s really the school is too scary.
Chapter completed!