Ling Luoyu flipped the cake on his fingertips, but he didn't mean to put it into his mouth.
"It's just Mom Yang, I don't know what your vanilla is called? "
Mother Yang's face was obviously unnatural, but she pressed her nervousness: "no What's the name? It's just a kind of vanilla This herb is used by our ancestors all the time, so it has no name... "
"Is it?"
Ling Luoyu flipped the cake on his fingertips and finally threw it back to Yang Bing.
"It's a pity that I don't like to eat things with fragrance..."
The feather eyelashes slightly lift, her enchanting leer Yang old woman son.
"Especially things that don't know the fragrance..."
Yang Bing Du lip, some incredible looking at the cake, Dai eyebrow frown: "so delicious, even if you don't know the flavor, what's the relationship?"
Mrs. Yang said with a smile and pushed the cake to Yang Bing: "since Miss likes it, eat more..."
Yang Bing was full of cakes and nodded contentedly and laughed: "I just like mom Yang's snacks As long as I eat her cake, I will be very happy... "
"That's good!"
Ling Luoyu smiles like a orchid and rubs past Mrs. Yang. Suddenly, she leans over and whispers in a low voice.
"It's rare that you miss don't dislike it, but it's what you mean..."
Mrs. Yang shrank back subconsciously, not daring to look into Ling Luoyu's eyes: "Miss Yan What does that mean? "
"It doesn't mean much."
Ling Luoyu's eyes were instantly innocent, and his voice was raised a few points.
"But it's like praising your dessert. Your young lady likes to eat Yes? What's wrong with my words? "
"No..." Yang Pozi was obviously lack of confidence.
"Not as excited as you are?"
"I..."
"Miss..."
A woman flew out of the hall with a black token in her hand.