Chapter 1078: Master's Wife Is Here to Help, One Is Worth Two

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My sister cut a little skin, Xiao Yan, you are very concerned and careful, even bandaging the wound took five minutes. And the wound she cut was obviously much deeper than her sister's.

What happened? You said that your finger is not even broken, why are you yelling?

Those words were like thunders, bombarding back and forth in her heart, making her heart burnt and messy. Crystal tears were about to slide down her cheeks.

"Director, you don't want to cry, do you?" Wang Yan looked hesitant and surprised.

"Yes, I want to cry." Linghu Yaojue felt that her ability to act coquettishly and pretend to be weak was not enough, and she immediately looked delicate, weak, and pitiful, which made people feel pity.

At this moment, Linghu Yaojue felt that her acting skills had sublimated. She believed that even if she looked at herself in a mirror, she would feel sorry for herself.

"Feeling wronged, want to cry?" Wang Yan sighed deeply and melancholy.

"Well, I feel wronged, I want to cry." Linghu Yaojue's eyes were filled with moisture. Seeing Wang Yan's melancholy face, he couldn't help but feel a little proud.

Wang Yan, Wang Yan, you are defeated this time, right?

As expected, what men fear most is women's tears. Even the hardest steel has to turn into softness in tears. Humph, next should be all kinds of comfort and coaxing, right?

Should I give in obediently, or should I control it? No, I can't just give in obediently so easily. If a man gets it too easily, he often doesn't cherish it enough.

At least, I have to control him two or three times.

Just when Linghu Yaojue was thinking about it, Wang Yan rolled his eyes and pointed at the kitchen door and said, "Director Linghu, if you want to cry because you have nothing to do, go to the bathroom and cry. I still need to mix the dough and chop the dumpling stuffing. Don't get in my way here. Master's wife is hungry and is waiting to eat dumplings."

What?

Linghu Yaojue felt dozens of thunders bombarding her heart continuously. Don't get in the way here, okay? Master's wife is hungry and is waiting to eat dumplings...

Those words, every word was as powerful as an atomic bomb, which made Linghu Yaojue feel like dying.

Is the gap between me and my sister really that big? No, no, no, it must be that this guy is a mature woman control, a wife control. It's not that I'm not good enough, but that guy just likes that.

The more Linghu Yaojue thought about it, the more it made sense, and the more he thought about it, the more he felt that he had found the direction. Immediately, she stamped her feet and cursed with a pale face, "Wang Yan, you pervert." Then, she ran away in tears.

Pervert?

Wang Yan looked puzzled. He asked her to cry outside, how could this be perverted?

Women, it's really troublesome.

How can a director, who is so hypocritical, lead the heroes to fight against the bad guys? Forget her, the master's wife seems to have not eaten dinner. She wants to eat dumplings at this time. She must be hungry. Hurry up and chop the dumpling stuffing.

"DuangDuangDuang~" Wang Yan raised his knife and fell, and the knife shadows became one piece. He easily chopped the dumpling stuffing. Then, he started to knead the dough. Kneading the dough is a delicate skill. You have to work hard, otherwise the dumpling skin will not be elastic.

While Wang Yan was busy.

In the living room, Linghu Yaojue was crying to her sister with tears in her eyes: "Sister, I don't want to play anymore. This is too hurtful. Wang Yan doesn't like me at all. He likes you, sister."

"Don't talk nonsense." Linghu Yaofei's pretty eyes narrowed, "Sister is his master's wife, he only respects and loves you."

"Then, why is he like this?" Linghu Yaojue was depressed and complained in a very depressed way, "Obviously, my acting is not bad, but why is there such a huge difference between his performance between the two of us? That dead pervert, I think he is a mature woman control. "

"Oh, you are a typical butt that is not straight and blames the stool for being crooked." Linghu Yaofei rolled her eyes at her unhappily, "I saw all your tricks just now. The performance is too exaggerated and too artificial. The skills of our nine-tailed fox clan are natural and not artificial. You are still a little immature."

"What should I do? Anyway, I don't want to play anymore." Linghu Yaojue was a little angry and sulking on the side. Everything that happened today really hit her too hard. She has begun to doubt her life.

"Yaojue, our nine-tailed fox clan all seem weak, but in fact they are all persistent races in their hearts." Linghu Yaofei encouraged, "The more difficult the matter is, the more we have to face it. How about this, sister will show you again, you learn a little from me."

"Okay, I'll try again." Linghu Yaojue looked unconfident and a little doubtful.

"Watch out for me." Linghu Yaofei swayed her willow waist and walked towards the kitchen, full of confidence, "Think about it, your brother-in-law Cao Jinglue was defeated by this trick."

Really?

Linghu Yaojue was shocked and hurriedly followed.

Linghu Yaofei leaned against the kitchen door in a charming manner and said softly: "Xiao Yan, are the dumplings ready? Master's wife is starving."

Wang Yan looked back and was immediately shocked. He turned his head again and said dryly: "Master, Master's wife. It's almost done. I have already mixed the dough and chopped the dumpling stuffing. If you are hungry, I will make dumplings for you right now."

As he spoke, Wang Yan quickly started to make dumplings. With his current strength, he had already reached the point where he could control himself at will. Making dumplings was no problem.

With a pinch and a rub, a dumpling came out.

In just a few seconds, three or five dumplings were made.

"Oh, you are too slow to make dumplings by yourself. Master's wife will help you." Linghu Yaofei, wrapped in a foxy fragrance, almost stuck to Wang Yan's side, picked up the dough delicately, and began to knead it with her slender hands.

Following behind her, Linghu Yaojue, who was looking around, was sweating when he heard it. Apart from other things, my sister's ability to lie with her eyes open is still first-class. What do you mean by making dumplings by yourself too slowly?

Looking at Wang Yan's hand speed, he can make dozens of dumplings in a minute. Is this also called slow?

"Oh, Xiaoyan. Master's wife doesn't know how to make dumplings. You come and teach Master's wife." Linghu Yaofei pinched the dough and said with a face that seemed to be shy.

"Uh... OK." How dare Wang Yan disobey the order from his master's wife? He did it in slow motion on the spot, and then said, "Master's wife, it's that simple."

"Is it like this?"

"No, this action should be like this."

"Oh, I'm so stupid."

Unconsciously, Linghu Yaofei had already crawled into Wang Yan's arms, guiding him to hold her with both hands and teach her how to make dumplings. That action, that posture, is really...

But one teaches seriously, while the other learns with ulterior motives.

Linghu Yaojue, who was at the kitchen door, saw their actions and felt a little sad. This posture really looked like the scene in that movie where the hero and heroine were playing with clay.

It's too romantic.

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