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At 11:30, Su Ye raised his knife and fell. A plump, complete and beautiful adult chicken turned into several pieces.

At this point, Su Ye was quite skillful and didn't even blink.

The knife sounds like ‘kangkang’ on the chopping board, it’s as cruel as it is.

Bo Zhan quietly wiped the small drops of blood on his face with his fingertips. As if nothing had happened, he continued to read the next step for her.

But when Bo Zhan was reading the steps of the professional food commentator step by step, Su Ye became increasingly impatient.

This food commentator wishes that every small step must be divided into 10 key points to explain it separately.

It's even worse than her.

No, she is not doing anything.

Su Ye made all the chicken nuggets for half an hour and was able to cook oil at last. She rolled up her sleeves and couldn't help asking: "Who is so stingy?"

Bo Zhan looked down at the person's account name.

This name...

There is awkwardness in the familiarity...

There is a sense of familiarity in the awkwardness...

It's not like something is wrong.

Bo Zhan followed Su Ye's words: "This matter is called...Li Yunbai..."

"What? Li Yunbo?"

Su Ye's hand holding the kitchen knife was beaten.

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Yali is now lunch break, and everyone comes and goes, the happy figures of the students, the intertwined ears, and the laughter of the students.

The campus seemed to have woken up from a dream.

Several excited screams of girls cut through the sky, causing everyone to look in that direction.

"Ahhhh! It's Bo Yicheng!"

"He looks so handsome and studies so well! I'm so curious about what his father looks like!"

"Yes, I'm not in the third year of junior high school, so I'll be ranked first in the national mathematics Olympiad! If I were those high school students, I wouldn't live anymore!"

"What do you think he is doing?"

"It seems like a primary school student coming to interview next to him?"

Look along the line of sight—

Zhang Mao raised his little eyes and looked at Bo Yicheng. His head-up pattern was squeezed out, and he felt a little timid.

After looking at it for a while, I remembered it a little. When they were in elementary school, he had seen this person picking up Bo Yimo from school.

Just as he thought about it, Bo Yimo stopped and looked over after hearing the sound: "Brother."

And Bo Yicheng's iceberg face, which was trembling all over his body, instantly melted like a snow mountain.

He drove a black bicycle that seemed low-key but very technological, showing a trembling smile on his heart: "How is the interview?"

Bo Yicheng is very independent. Since he went to elementary school, he went to school by himself and learned to ride a bicycle earlier than other children.

He almost had no teacher about these means of transportation.

"It's okay," Bo Yimo frowned her delicate eyebrows.

"I have never seen him laugh like this for so long!"

"He's too awesome to laugh!"

"It's over, it's over, it's over, I'll dream in the evening!"

But then, they saw Bo Yicheng touching Bo Yimo's head with infinite docileness, and skillfully took her little red schoolbag and hooked it on her shoulders, then held her with one hand and the other hand onto the back seat of her bicycle.

While getting in the car, he supported one leg on the ground and turned around and raised his chin to Zhang Mao: "Have you had an interview?"

Zhang Mao stretched out a fat finger and pointed at him. He couldn't believe that such a handsome handsome guy was actually talking to him, and proudly shy his belly: "It's past!!"

Bo Yicheng narrowed his eyes and rode his bicycle.

Then he has to be optimistic.

He had discussed with his father before, and one thing they had the same opinion.

My sister cannot fall in love before she is 25 years old.

Bo Yicheng rode his bicycle to shuttle around the campus. The wind blew his white shirt collar up. Bo Yimo sat sideways behind, leaning against his brother's wide back, holding a small yellow flower in his hand.

The fans followed behind his car.

"No one has ever taken Bo Yicheng's bicycle!"

That position has always been the throne of the queen in the dream of fans.

"Who is that little girl? She looks like a doll!"

"It seems to be said to be sister..."

"Sister? Dear?"

"It should be!"

"Aoao, I want to be his sister too!"

As soon as Bo Yicheng's bicycle drove out of the campus gate, he heard the sound of the horn sounding from the side.

It's Dad's car.

Bo Yunli lowered the window in the cab, and the man's face was still beautiful.

He raised his eyebrows slightly and his eyes fell on the children: "Get in the car, Dad will pick you up home today."

Bo Yicheng was slightly stunned and parked the car next to him.

"Little Moli," Bo Yicheng opened the rear door and called her gently.

Bo Yimo responded and did not get into the car directly. Instead, she went around the cab first, leaned in, and pinned the little yellow flower in her hand to the collar of her father's shirt.

Bo Yunli had a deep smile between her eyebrows and eyes, and she sniffed the fragrance of the little yellow flowers on the collar: "Thank you, my little jasmine."

Bo Yimo pursed her lips and smiled, turned her body and got into the car in the back row.

Behind them, there were sounds of gasping for a cold breath.

What's this Bo Yicheng's father?

This is so handsome that it's so foul!

Is this family aristocrat in the continent?

The sun is so white that it reflects!

The car was driving steadily, and Bo Yimo and Su were the same. She was more prone to motion sickness, but she didn't feel dizzy when her father drove.

Bo Yicheng opened the book, and Bo Yimo leaned lazily against his shoulder, took out his cell phone: "Brother, are you playing games?"

Bo Yicheng especially spoiled her, so he put the book back and took out his cell phone.

He has a game account and never plays it, so he is specifically used to coax his sister.

If the girls in the school saw the scene of his game, they would definitely be exclaiming again.

They have never seen Bo Yicheng, a rigorous and meticulous academic master, play games!

Not to mention seeing each other, I can't even think about it.

Bo Yunli looked into the rearview mirror and his voice was light: "Don't play games in the car, as it's easy to get motion sickness."

Bo Yimo turned her head and looked at her father, and smiled coquettishly: "Just play for a while, Daddy is fine."

This expression was impossible for others to see her except for her parents and brother.

Bo Yunli laughed softly.

He had no choice but to use this daughter.

Bo Yicheng was operating the game in his hand and glanced out: "Dad, isn't this the way to go home?"

Bo Yunli obviously made the mistake on purpose, and he didn't feel surprised when he heard this. His tone was as usual: "Take you to the restaurant first to eat less."

In the back row, the brother and sister looked at each other, and a question mark slowly rose above their heads.

"?"

Dad never lets go of mom and takes them out for dinner alone.

Bo Yunli curled a slightly helpless smile at the corner of her lips.

"At noon, your mother cooks, prepare some in advance, and don't let her know when she goes back."

After all, he has experience...

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