Chapitre 511: On the night of Lantern Festival, a beautiful lady under the lantern_1

Su Luo looked at Jiang Yang, who seemed very interested, and said with a smile, "Jiang Yang, I'm here to grind ink for my husband, you go to the kitchen. I made a big pot, so hurry, there should still be a bowl left!"

Jiang Yang pulled up a corner of his mouth to smile.

He wanted to gouge his eyes out for voluntarily inflicting the view on himself. Now he also needed to gulp down the sweet porridge, which looked absolutely awful. But could he refuse, since the Lady insisted?

Jiang Yang glanced at Jiang Shu, then at Su Luo: "Well then, I'm going now. I'm sure the sweet porridge made by Madam is incredibly tasty!"

Oh, what an aching lie!

Jiang Shu just couldn't eat any more!

What the hell was this?

She made an entire pot?

Su Luo was still rattling on: "This is my first time making it. Xingxing said it tasted pretty good. I thought if it's tasty, I should give you a bowl too!"

Jiang Shu felt even more distressed.