The Villain's Mother [MTL]

Untitled Part 24

The three large durians have been thoroughly cooked. Song Ting Shen has always been grateful to Durian for his rich taste. As long as there is durian in the refrigerator at home, he will not even open the refrigerator.

Xia Xia recently controlled the diet, and after working with the aunt to break through a durian, he was pleasantly surprised to find that there were many pieces inside! For a moment, the whole room is full of people's tastes.

The durian was iced in the freezer of the refrigerator until it was digested after dinner. In the eyes of Wangzi Baba, the summer opened the refrigerator, gave him a small piece, and gave the aunt a big piece. She herself even I haven't tasted it.

阮 Xia pulled over Wang Tsai and handed him a small glass bowl with durian. "Don't misunderstand, this is not for you."

Wang Tsai: "...mama."

"You go to give your father a meal." Xia Xia thought about it and added, "If he says he doesn't want to eat, you will say that it will be wasted if you can't finish it."

Wang Tsai flat mouth, "Dad does not want to eat, I want to eat."

The little guy is still very good at knowing that the iced durian is no different from the ice cream. No, it is better than the ice cream. Dad doesn't like it, he likes it.

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She used to like desserts, but at that time, the conditions were limited. After this period of professional training, the desserts were already very good. At least the durian layer and the durian box were not stressful.

Wang Zi was happy when he heard this. He had already blew countless cows with his friends. He said that his mother would make a good cake. I thought I would go to kindergarten tomorrow to accept everyone's attention and listen to everyone. Boasting his mother, he said nothing, and the result was a small glass bowl, and he went upstairs to the fart.

When others have not yet reached the entrance of the study, Song Ting Shen smelled the taste of durian. He removed his gaze from the computer screen and looked at the door. The next second, Wang Zi rushed in. He ran to him, chubby paws holding a small Glass bowl, "Dad, eat durian."

Song Tingshen is of course rejecting.

He shook his head. "Dad doesn't eat."

It's just a bit of a suffocation, let alone eating.

Wang Tsai still put a small spoon on him. "Mom said, it will be wasted if you don't eat."

Song Tingshen: "..."

Is this a joke, does he buy three big durians?

"Waste is shameful."

Wang Tsai continued to lobby, "And, Dad, this is really delicious. If you don't eat well, you will be embarrassed!"

The son said so, and Song Ting-shen, who vowed to give a good example to the baby egg son, could only take the spoon as if he had died. Under the watchful eyes of Wang Zi, he tasted a small mouthful of durian.

In fact, Mr. Song, who has a cold and deep path, is fond of sweets. He likes to eat Hangbang dishes and likes to eat sugar buns.

The durian has been ripe, and the durian he chose blindly is very good. A sweet taste spreads in the mouth, and the ice is cool, just like eating ice cream.

People's preferences are like this. If you don't like someone's food, you don't even have the urge to try it. If you like it after you try it, the point that you couldn't bear before will become cute.