On the verge of widowhood

Chapter 139

Qiao Que tried his best to make the pot disappear with his pitiful magic skills, with a face full of tears: "I don't want to, but monsters can't use magic skills to cook food for humans, something will happen!"

Bai put the pot of things upside down in his mind, white winter melon, red tomato yellow egg flower, not the kind of milky white soup, but the kind of grainy and mushy stuff.

"...You should return the pot to me."

Qiao Que turned out the pot again with a look of reluctance, Bai Qing took it over and saw that the pot was empty, and didn't know where he dumped the contents of the pot.

"Where did you go?"

"The trash can downstairs."

Bai Qing almost didn't jump up, "Damn it, there are a lot of stray cats looking for food in the trash cans downstairs!!!"

"Hurry up and put it away and throw it somewhere else!!!"