High cold male god, sweet and warm

Chapter 371

And Lin Zhaoxia is, "..."

Forget it, it’s still a little spicy anyway.

Lin Zhaoxia calmed down for a moment, then the corners of her lips returned to the previous upward arc, and she smiled evilly, "Go seasoning."

After she finished speaking, she stood up and walked towards the place where the seasonings were placed.

Unexpectedly, soon a person followed her and walked over with her.

Lin Zhaoxia picked up the small wooden bowl and weighed it in her hands.

A very light little thing, but the workmanship is very delicate.

Looking at all kinds of seasonings in front of her, Lin Zhaoxia's little thoughts are running wild.

You have to take care of what kind of hot pot, if you adjust the ingredients, you probably won’t take care of it so much.

But Lin Zhaoxia was completely wrong.

If you want to control one person, then naturally you will control it to the end.

So just when Lin Zhaoxia stretched out her hand to grab the spoon marked with the spicy oil seasoning bowl below, a big hand with well-defined joints appeared so suddenly, and directly came to win love with a horizontal knife. When Lin Zhaoxia's sight was fixed again, It's not just a spoon, even the bowl with chili oil seasoning in front of me is gone!
Simply...

Lin Zhaoxia couldn't bear it anymore and swears: "Damn!"

There was an indifferent voice next to his ear, and the other party raised his eyebrows slightly, "Who?"

Lin Zhaoxia turned sideways from the corner of her eye, and saw Yang Moyan standing beside her.

In addition, there was the emotion in his eyes that he did not hide at all.

Those Danfeng eyes with dark green pupils were staring at her with a half-smile.

Lin Zhaoxia curled her lips, the so-called person who knows the current affairs is a hero, she quickly avoided the topic just now, and smiled again, "You can eat a little bit, but you can't really touch it at all."

Lin Zhaoxia thought, she said so, no matter what, Yang Moyan should return the bowl of seasoning to her and let her dig a little, right?

Unexpectedly, Yang Moyan did not follow the usual path.

“The hot pot is spicy.”

There was an irresistible irresistibility in the indifferent voice.

In other words, is it really not allowed to touch at all?
However, if you want Lin Zhaoxia to really obediently refuse to touch those spicy things, unless it is an extraordinary period, otherwise, it is simply a joke!
Peach blossom eyes narrowed, Lin Zhaoxia's brain turned a few times, and she thought of a very convenient way to get back her spicy seasoning.

It's just that she didn't show anything on her face, but deliberately twitched the corners of her lips, "If you don't give it, you won't give it."

After finishing this sentence in an angry tone, Lin Zhaoxia reached out to get a spoon in a bowl with a sugar logo, scooped out a large spoonful of white sugar, and put it directly in her ingredient bowl, and then went on to get other ingredients. seasoning.

The bottom soup of the hot pot was served quickly, and the waiter turned on the switch for them to heat up, and then the main dishes began to be served one after another.

While the waiter was closing the door to go out again, Lin Zhaoxia finally put down the spoon she had been holding in a certain seasoning bowl in her hand, and then glanced back at Yang Moyan with lazy side eyes, "Is the seasoning finished?"

Yang Moyan didn't answer her words, but asked her a question, "It's either spicy or sweet. Do you want to get some intractable diseases at a young age?"

Lin Zhaoxia once again confirmed a certain idea: I wish I could kill the person in front of me who just pissed her off right now!
(End of this chapter)