Chapter 340 Xiangjin Jade Spit

Yang Zhiyun ran upstairs happily. The two little girls, Xiao Ling and Li, were forced to do their homework. Zhang Jingfen was tutoring them, while Huang Yiyun wrote something on the desk in a room.

Yang Zhiyun stepped forward two steps, leaned over and asked, "Sister Yun, what are you writing?"

Huang Yiyun stopped writing and turned her head and said, "It's about to open. I'm writing a recipe."

Yang Zhiyun's face was very close, and Huang Yiyun exhaled a lot of wet and hot air on Yang Zhiyun's face as if a cat was licking it, which made Yang Zhiyun's hair suddenly upside down and infinitely **. Looking at it, Huang Yiyun seems to have applied some lip honey today. Her lips are crystal clear. Her pink lips are full but not firm. She is a little less sexy and gentle, which is neither attractive nor sharp. With white and flawless shell teeth, it is like a small pink flower, which is extremely beautiful.

Yang Zhiyun couldn't help lowering her head and kissing her. Huang Yiyun didn't refuse. She stretched out her little fragrant tongue to Yang Zhiyun to taste. There were no outsiders here, and she gradually got used to Yang Zhiyun's love all the time. I don't know whether Huang Yiyun painted her lips or was originally fragrant and jade spit. Yang Zhiyun became sweeter and sweeter. From her mouth to her heart, she knew that Huang Yiyun couldn't stand humming twice before Yang Zhiyun reluctantly loosened her lips. Looking again, Huang Yiyun's cherry mouth had turned red and swollen, and she seemed to pouted her little mouth and said The unclear grievance made Yang Zhiyun couldn't help laughing.

Huang Yiyun glanced at Yang Zhiyun, and her delicate jade hand twisted Yang Zhiyun's waist and said, "Don't make trouble. The recipe hasn't been decided yet."

Yang Zhiyun smiled and said, "Sister Yun, in fact, we don't have to work so hard to make money now. Aren't the 50 million there? Why are we so tired?"

Huang Yiyun looked at Yang Zhiyun unhappily and said solemnly, "Xiaoyun, young people should rush in a little. Although you are young and white, what about 50 million yuan? When the money is always in use, you can't wait to eat. I'd rather you invest this 50 million yuan. Even if you have no money, I don't want to see you live on this money if you don't work hard.

Yang Zhiyun's expression is extremely embarrassed. He has never paid much importance to money. He just has food, drink, live and play. Otherwise, he will be willing to ask for money and do things with that unreasonable order, so he has not developed much in this regard. Now he is blushed when Sister Yun said this.

Seeing that Yang Zhiyun was a little embarrassed, Huang Yiyun paused and said softly, "Xiaoyun, I just hope you become a hard-working and progressive child. You are already very good. If ordinary people suddenly get so much money, they would have gone out to show off long ago."

Yang Zhiyun was even more embarrassed. Huang Yiyun never knew his true identity. He didn't show anything, but 50 million was really nothing in his eyes, so he had to continue to talk to Sister Yun. Sister Yun, I know. Haven't I established a guild now? As long as I make the guild in the game bigger and practical, and then I'm investing in and pulling Tang Meng's family in, I'll use the money I earn myself to support you, okay?

Huang Yiyun's face turned flushed, and she nodded happily and shyly. She pushed Yang Zhiyun's chest and said, "Ok, go to work quickly. By the way, why did you ask Tang Meng for leave?"

Yang Zhiyun was already proficient in lying and quickly said, "Oh, school is useless to us anyway. I have to concentrate on the things in the game these days. Don't worry, I know what I need. Don't worry about us.

On one side of Huang Yiyun's face, a wisp of hair drooped down and said, "I won't say anything. As long as you know it yourself. By the way, I'm going out this afternoon."

Yang Zhiyun was shocked and said, "What are you doing out for? There are so many things at home.

Huang Yiyun was stunned and said, "Those tables on the first floor haven't been shipped yet. I have to urge them."

Yang Zhiyun hurriedly said sloppyly, "No, no! I'll just ask Tang Meng's housekeeper to send it here.

Huang Yiyun put away her pen and paper and stood up and said, "That's so troublesome. All right, I'll go by myself."

How can Yang Zhiyun let her go out? Although the safety is quite high now, he just doesn't trust Sister Yun. It's no problem for him to go out by himself. It's impossible for Sister Yun to go out alone. Yang Zhiyun quickly pressed down Sister Yun and said, "What's the trouble? It's a phone call. Besides, it's not safe for you to go as a woman. There are so many things at home!" Your restaurant is big now. How can you do it without two specialties? You'd better think about it quickly!"

Huang Yiyun was stunned. She secretly said that she didn't come here like this before. Why is it not safe now? But she turned her head and thought it was right. Now it's not the same as the previous small restaurant. How can it be if there are no two or three signature dishes, but she won't have any signature dishes. Yang Zhiyun asked her like this. He also fainted and wondered, "What should I do? I don't know how to cook signature dishes."

Yang Zhiyun pressed Sister Yun's soft shoulder and said, "Think about it quickly!" I'm going to call Uncle Wang (Tang Meng's housekeeper). After that, I ran out to call Uncle Wang, leaving Huang Yiyun confused for a long time. After thinking about it for a long time, I still couldn't think of any special dishes.

After a while, Yang Zhiyun returned to the room and said, "Sister Yun, do you want to come out? I have called Uncle Wang. He will consign things one after another. Just think about the specialties.

Huang Yiyun frowned and said, "You suddenly made me think I really want to come out."

Yang Zhiyun stepped forward two steps and said, "Well, Sister Yun, everything you cook is delicious, but there is one thing that is particularly delicious!"

"What?" Huang Yiyun raised her head and asked.

Yang Zhiyun said with a smile, "It's the millet porridge I eat so far every day. It tastes amazing!" It is sticky with the unique fragrance of white rice porridge, and it's better to go with some pickles!" After saying that, Yang Zhiyun really swallowed his saliva. To be honest, I used to go to Sister Yun's place to eat porridge. Although watching Huang Yiyun was the main purpose, eating porridge was also one of them!

Huang Yiyun was surprised and said, "Do you use millet porridge as a specialty? Is it too rash?"

Yang Zhiyun turned his eyes and said, "Sister Yun, you see, our store is open in front of the school. The main customer is still the students. Generally, students don't have any money to have a big meal. Order more small dishes. Isn't it perfect to come here to drink some millet porridge when you are tired of the brown rice in the school? Then you can make some preserved egg and lean meat porridge, red dates, longan and eight-treasure porridge, and so on! Especially girls like to eat this kind of food. It's delicious and not afraid of getting fat!"

Huang Yiyun said brightly, "Is that so? I used to learn a kind of green onion, pepper and salt porridge. It tastes very good, but it's a little troublesome to make, so I haven't made it, and I don't know if I've forgotten it. If possible, this can really be used as a specialty!"

Yang Zhiyun smiled and said, "Then why don't you try it and forget it!"

"Ye-huh!" Huang Yiyun nodded excitedly and almost jumped up. He turned his head and walked out of the room to try his craft. Did you forget that the excitement was like a child?

Yang Zhiyun coughed twice, and Huang Yiyun turned around and said, "What's wrong?"

Yang Zhiyun said with the corners of his mouth, "What's wrong? Don't you give some rewards?"

The long-standing habit has let Huang Yiyun know that the reward is tofu, which is to be eaten for him! She blushed and said shyly, "Then let me kiss you?"

Yang Zhiyun hugged Huang Yiyun's two big hands and stroked her buttocks and lifted her up. Huang Yiyun screamed and couldn't help clamping Yang Zhiyun's bear waist with her legs, and the jade arms hugged Yang Zhiyun's head. A pair of long ** also felt the smoothness on it through a layer of cloth. And Yang Zhiyun's head was buried in his tall and crisp chest, and a strong milky fragrance came out of his clothes, which made people intoxicated.

Yang Zhiyun found that Huang Yiyun likes to wear skirts very much, and she is also very ladylike. Basically, he has never seen Sister Yun wear other trousers, but it's good to wear skirts. Yang Zhiyun held Sister Yun's buttocks with one hand, one hand rubbed up and down the oil on **, and one head was buried in the twin peaks and kept biting. However, Sister Yun was afraid of falling and hugged Yang Zhiyun to death. His crisp chest pressed against Yang Zhiyun's mouth, but he couldn't bite. In a hurry, his head was sweaty and his breathing became short.

Sister Yun's chest is not the size of a palm, but it is very straight and elastic. She buried Yang Zhiyun in it and couldn't get a trace of air. Yang Zhiyun was cool and uncomfortable. It was not until he was about to suffothe. She looked up and saw that Huang Yiyun's pretty face was above her, and she looked at herself with charming eyes. The face is flushed.

Yang Zhiyun found a chair and sat down, but he sat on the handle of the chair and didn't let Sister Yun down, because in this way, his legs would be deeper. Grasp Sister Yun's buttocks with both hands and fully feel her vitality.

Sister Yun pinched and said, "Let me down quickly."

Yang Zhiyun shook his head and said, "Sister Yun, kiss me."

Huang Yiyun's eyes turned, and she didn't know what she thought of. She stretched out her little fragrant tongue, and a drop of shiny saliva flowed down from the tip of her pink tongue, forming a long line, dripping on Yang Zhiyun's lips like a crystal. Then he smiled and said, "Let's see if you're still bad!"

Yang Zhiyun's heart moved greatly. He licked the saliva on his lips and only felt fragrant and sweet and said, "A little more, I don't mind!"

Huang Yiyun snorted, "Huh, little pervert, I won't play with you. I'll try to make the original taste. Put me down quickly."

Yang Zhiyun refused to stop easily. He stiffened his neck and swelled Sister Yun's lips again before reluctantly letting go. If he could, he even hope to maintain this posture forever. Because it's really comfortable to sit on the armrest of the chair...

Wow, it seems to be a little too much...