Facing Erdan Brother, Weiwei likes to wear seductive clothes the most, and it is best to tempt Erdan Brother to get bleeding from his nose.

"Before wearing a maid outfit, take off your shorts and vests first!" Erdan, it must be multi-colored.

Li Erdan himself has no cross-dressing habit, but he likes to see beauties wearing cross-dresses. Isn’t maid outfits just a kind of cross-dress?

"Brother Erdan, you are so shameless. I just put this torn clothes on my body, so I don't take off my shorts and vest." Weiwei refused completely, not because she couldn't let go. Erdan really didn't want to see Erdan's nose bleeding. Now it's at sea. If you bleed too much, where can you go to transfusions? You can't hang sea water and salt water, right? So it's not unreasonable to say that Weiwei's worry is.

If you don’t take it off, just don’t take it off. Erdan can’t force it off, that’s too beastly.

When Weiwei put the apron, a maid outfit to some extent, on her body, the seduction index soared to a new level. Erdan did not have a nosebleed, but she stayed in the kitchen and was unwilling to leave, which was called being a helper for Weiwei.

At this moment, Li Erdan was helping Weiwei to knead the noodles and chop the meat filling. A man and a woman were very serious, and the cold kitchen also added a hint of warmth, with a little homey look.

Erdan was too in a state of mind and couldn't help but hum a little song, Huangmei Opera, "The Husband and Wife Return Home".

Birds on the tree in pairs

Green water and green mountains smile

...

If you plow the fields, I will weave cloth

You bring water to me to the garden

Slightly resisting the urge to vomit, Brother Erdan sang this line in the classic Huangmei opera with a donkey howling voice, and quickly stopped him, and said coquettishly: "Brother Erdan, you sang badly, I'm holding it down, but why did you sing the lyrics in the opposite way?"

Erdan was shocked and stunned. Why was he singing again? He obviously had a bad tone! Oh my god, it was so embarrassing. But in front of Weiwei, Erdan could put down this face.

"Uh, are there any sings? Which sentence? I'll do it again." Erdan.

"Why do you weave cloth when I cultivate the land? Is it a woman's job to weave cloth? Can you, a man, weave cloth? Also, why do you water the garden if I carry water? I don't want to carry water. I'm weak and can't carry it. I want to water the garden."

"Uh, hehe, that's really the opposite. Why don't I do it again? Give me another chance." Erdan became interested for a moment.

As long as you are open-minded, as long as you are thick-skinned, study hard and practice more, you will not sing good songs, because there are no people born with incomplete tone.

"Forget it, forget it, if you sing again, I won't be able to eat dumplings later." Weiwei.

Erdan felt a little hurt. He thought that the reason why I, Li Erdan, was not born because I was not born because I was not influenced by orthodox music when I was a child. There was not even a decent music teacher in the broken school. It seemed that there was only a broken piano that even a master-level Langlang pianist could not control. There was no radio or recorder at home, and there was no mp3 or mp4. I heard the barking of dogs and donkeys every day. Weiwei, the reason why you little girl was sweet in the high pitch and the midrange was definitely not born because she learned it the day after tomorrow, the school taught her, and there was a vocal tutoring class after class. You can still hear the concerts of celebrities every few days.

"Then you sing." Erdan.

"I don't sing, I can't sing Huangmei Opera." Weiwei said and started to knot again.

"Okay, if you don't sing, don't sing. If Xiaoxiao sings later, Xiaoxiao will definitely sing the Huangmei Opera." Erdan, for some reason, his motivation should not be very pure.

"You dare!" He frowned slightly, and his sharp eyes made Erdan feel thirsty.

Erdan had a black thread at the end, holding a sharp stainless steel kitchen knife, and chopped it up on the chopping board again, and a life-threatening noise appeared in his mouth, "I will plow the fields and weave cloth, I will carry water to water the garden,..."

Erdan is also a sarcastic person. He doesn’t believe that he can’t learn to sing. It seems that there is a kTV in a yacht. He goes to kTV to roar after having enough food. He can sing a song once and then sing it well. My brother sings it a hundred times, a thousand times.

As long as you have a deep skill, the iron rod will become a needle. I believe that in the near future, Li Erdan will become a singer, and there is no problem in holding a concert.

She was laughing slightly, but when she couldn't hold it in, she burst out laughing. The intoxicating laughter echoed in the kitchen for a long time, and Li Erdan sang even more happily.

Xiaoxiao was photographing the scenery alone on the deck. After taking pictures for more than half an hour, his neck was twisted and the scenery was almost done. The sun, the sun, the sea water, the sea water, and the pictures were all irritated.

The photos are beautiful, quite professional, but they are very monotonous and there is no one in it. If a beauty appears in the photo, it would be so good, and I would be very good!

Xiaoxiao suddenly put on a high-end camera and took photos of herself with her mobile phone. She was so stinky and beautiful that she posed in many positions, scissors hands, cat claw style, chin holding, pouting,...

The common photo-taking postures used by these little girls were all taken apart. Xiaoxiao took ten photos in a row and then squatted on the deck to enjoy them.

Soon, she looked through ten photos, pouted with her mouth, shook her head, and said to herself, "The person is very beautiful, but the shooting is not very effective." As she said that, she looked at the high-end "long cannon" on the tripod and said, "It would be great if someone could use this to take pictures of me."

There were three people on the yacht. If you were looking for someone to take photos, you would either be cousin Weiwei or half of your brother-in-law Li Erdan.

In the kitchen, Erdan cut a piece of pork belly into pieces, the so-called meat paste. Weiwei was still alive. Her two slender hands were clenched into fists from time to time and hammered them on the surface, spreading them flat from time to time on the surface. The movement was very fierce. You could tell at a glance that you had never lived before. Now you were just copying it.

Although Erdan has never cooked much, he only learned a little while helping his grandma cook when he was a child, but looking at how professional the knife skills he was when chopping meat, even the old wet at New Oriental Cooking School could not compare to.

Erdan’s swordsmanship is beyond words, it would be a pity not to be a chef.

"Okay, that's OK." Erdan said, and said, he threw the kitchen knife at the wooden chopping board with a skill. With a bang, the tip of the kitchen knife was embedded in the chopping board at a forty-five degrees.

"Oh, it's a good cut! It's all right with Wang Ma's sword technique." He stopped the knot and praised Erdan, "Brother Erdan, I remember you can't cook?"
Chapter completed!