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Chapter 1614 Mrs. Yang (4)

Nalanqin laughed angrily: "How did I give birth to a son like you?"

Yang Moyan was unmoved: "You just gave birth."

Nalanqin wished he could just raise his hand and pinch it!
Because it's really... so annoying!
"Shut up, you," Nalan Qin said bluntly, turned around and pulled the boy again: "In the future, if you are going to be bullied, tell auntie, and see how auntie teaches this kid!"

Lin Zhaoxia smiled awkwardly.

This……

This made her unable to answer.

Bully……

Well, drive on the road at every turn, otherwise it's a forced kiss, can I tell you this old man? ?

After sitting at the dining table, Nalan Qin stopped the conversation. She first picked up the cup and poured some water, drank it to moisten her throat, then got up to get some juice, opened it and handed it to the boy: "Juice can be ?"

Lin Zhaoxia nodded: "Thank you, Auntie."

Mama Song greeted the people to serve the dishes.

In just a few minutes, the various dishes that have been prepared are all on the table one after another.

There are twelve dishes in total.

There are fish, shrimp, and various kinds of sauced meat, suckling duck and so on.

Fortunately, the dining table in the Yang family is large enough, otherwise it really wouldn't fit.

The corners of Lin Zhaoxia's lips twitched, "Auntie, there are so many dishes."

"It's okay, eat slowly."

Nalanqin is really patient and gentle towards the young man.

He even picked up the prawns for the boy himself, then put down his chopsticks, and even raised his hand, wanting to peel it off for the boy.

Lin Zhaoxia was taken aback by the other party's move, and quickly stopped her: "Auntie, I can do it myself."

"Well, Xiao Xia is really too independent."

Lin Zhaoxia smiled, but didn't answer.

Just now, I didn't see exactly what Nalanqin had packed for her, but I just saw that Nalanqin seemed to want to make some dishes for her, which made her flattered and terrified for a while.

But when he lowered his head, he found himself in trouble.

A red prawn, almost as big as a baby's palm, landed on the boy's plate full of fragrance.

But Lin Zhaoxia only watched and couldn't eat.

Severe seafood allergies prevent her from touching any parallel imports.

She shook her lower lip in embarrassment, and just when she was about to explain, Yang Moyan who was beside her was already holding chopsticks, and took away the things on the boy's plate without hesitation.

Don't wait for him to speak.

Nalanqin at the side suddenly saw it, and immediately stared at it again: "I gave this to Xiaoxia, what are you grabbing? If you want to eat it, grab it yourself!"

Yang Moyan didn't pay attention to his mother's unique partiality, and with a light voice, he solved the boy's difficulties lightly: "She is severely allergic to seafood, so she can't be contaminated."

Nalanqin had a meal first.

The hand that originally wanted to pinch another piece of the boy stopped instantly.

Then he widened his eyes in disbelief: "Seafood allergy? Is it that serious? Shrimp are so delicious, but you can't eat them. Xiaoxia, you are so pitiful..."

Lin Zhaoxia: "..."

What is she pitiful for? ?

She was stunned for a while.

But then Nalanqin felt more pity for her as a young man.

Add rice, do it yourself.

Add vegetables, do it yourself.

Even when he saw that the boy picked up the dish a lot, he just picked up the plate and moved it to the boy's eyes!
Lin Zhaoxia was simply taken care of, and sometimes she didn't have to do it herself.

And if it wasn't for the scruples that it was only the first time they met, some performances should not be too much. It would be too bad to scare the boy away, so Nalanqin gave up the idea of ​​directly feeding the boy.

Of course, if her son Yang Moyan knew about this idea, he would definitely be ridiculed for a while.

(End of this chapter)