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Leng Yanchi tilted his head and lowered his eyes.

Seeing her biting her two white teeth, her petite body seemed to hold him firmly.

"Indeed, it will be crushed."

Tang Jinjin:? ?
The breath on the man's body became heavier and heavier, making her unable to breathe.

But what made her even more depressed was that.

Why does it sound weird.

The image of her being lectured by him and being pressed on the bed at noon flashed in her mind.

Tang Jinjin's face turned red hotter than the charcoal in the grill.

She pushed him away with her small hands, then sat down obediently, not looking into his eyes.

After Leng Che finished speaking, he lowered his head and suppressed a smile.

That laughter was not innocent.

Tang Jinjin could hear it.

Leng Yanchi withdrew his hand supporting her knee, and when he sat up, he raised his leg and kicked Leng Che's chair.

Leng Che was kicked by surprise, but fortunately he let go quickly enough, otherwise the half-roasted chicken wings and legs would fly out.

"Brother, why are you kicking me?"

Leng Che supported the ground with one hand, stabilized his body, and after sitting down, he asked his elder brother angrily.

Obviously he said that himself just now.

"Do you still need a reason to kick you?" Leng Yanchi regained his usual coolness and composure.

Ignoring Leng Che, he continued to carefully turn the bamboo stick in his hand.

"Push over the seasoning."

Leng Che was bullied, and had to take care of his brother.

After bringing the seasoning over, he placed it between the two of them. Leng Yanchi took a brush and casually dipped a bit of the seasoning onto the roasted chicken legs without moisture.

Tang Jinjin saw it, and immediately stopped him with his hand: "This is not oil, it seems to be soy sauce."

Leng Yanchi narrowed her eyes and looked at her white and soft little hand.

"The light yellow and transparent one is the oil." Tang Jinjin pointed to the olive oil in the small bowl with her little finger.

She had very short arms, lying in front of her, and she nodded with her little finger, looking a little anxious.

Leng Yanchi put down the brush and picked up a new brush.

I ordered a porcelain bowl with honey.

Leng Che was disgusted just now, but now he looks on coldly.

"Heh, you can't tell the difference between oil and smoke, brother, you have your day too." Leng Che watched the show, but didn't help him.

Leng Yanchi ignored it, directly stained it with honey, and directly smeared it on the grilled wings.

Unrestrained and unrestrained, with the usual calmness and confidence.

Tang Jinjin saw that what he baked was all her favorite food, so she got up anxiously from her seat.

"No, it's that, yours is honey." Tang Jinjin supported the armrest of his chair, bent down, stretched his fingertips as far as possible, and touched the oil.

Leng Yanchi raised his right hand, and it happened that Tang Jinjin was sitting on his right hand side, and this meeting was a bit advanced to give him advice.

But as soon as he moved, his elbow touched something soft.

Leng Yanchi's hand, which was about to change the brush again, froze.

Tang Jinjin felt her chest bumped.

"Hmm..." Tang Jinjin let out a low voice. His arms were already strong, but his elbows felt a little painful when touched.

After the sound, both of them froze.

Coupled with the hidden angle, no one noticed.

When Leng Yanchi's deep black eyes turned her head, they precisely landed on Tang Jinjin's fair face.

Tang Jinjin also widened her innocent eyes, staring at him blankly for a while.

Both of them were somewhat surprised.

Tang Jinjin blinked her eyelashes twice in a daze, then sat down immediately.

But she forgot to lean back to avoid their contact.

Sitting down directly was equivalent to Leng Yanchi's elbow scraping past her again.

Tang Jinjin felt as if he had hit a sharp stone.

it hurts.

Tang Jinjin felt aggrieved, and even bent her upper body slightly.

In public, she didn't dare to make any moves, so she could only pretend that nothing happened.

Fold your hands over your legs and lower your body down.

As she sat down, Leng Yanchi lowered his eyes, and Tang Jinjin's delicately wrinkled face was reflected in his dark pupils.

want to speak.

But still give up.

"Jinjin, what's the matter?" Seeing that Tang Jinjin seemed to be angry, Leng Che suddenly sat down without saying a word, and asked with concern.

"Grease." Leng Yanchi blocked Leng Che's sight, and his tone was uncompromising.

"Oh." Leng Che withdrew his gaze, picked up the porcelain bowl filled with oil, and brushed the roasted wings in front of his brother.

Leng Yanchi watched Leng Che's movements, but from the corner of his eye, he was still bending over and staring at Tang Jinjin who was on tiptoe.

In the black eyes, a dark glow quietly flashed across.

"What flavor do you like to eat?"

Leng Yanchi asked.

The little old ladies over there are all playing mahjong, and they all say that they want to eat Orleans taste.

Tang Jinjin didn't dare to speak.

She can't wait to dig a hole in the ground now.

"What about you, Jinjin? Did I find you some perverted spicy food?" Seeing that Tang Jinjin didn't answer, Leng Che asked aloud.

"Ah."

Tang Jinjin nodded.

She wants to eat something spicy, and her taste is on the spicy side.

"Okay, my brother will brush more chili on Jin Jin, this one is chili powder and cumin, first brush with soy sauce, oil and barbecue sauce, and sprinkle chili powder and cumin when it is almost ready."

Leng Che thought that his elder brother didn't understand, so he pointed it out to him.

Leng Yanchi didn't even look at it.

But the sauce he found later was right.

There is a mahjong table and a barbecue stall.

Compared to the liveliness of the little old ladies, the barbecue stand is more cold and talkative.

After Tang Jinjin slowed down for a while, she also said a few more words from the sidelines.

Leng Yanchi didn't speak anymore.

But most of the wings and chicken legs he baked for the first time were given to Tang Jinjin.

Tang Jinjin's eyes lit up when he saw four or five bamboo sticks handed over to him.

"That's a little bit more."

"Make it up."

Make it up?
Tang Jinjin thought of when he was injured just now, so he also felt it, right?
Thinking about it this way, Tang Jinjin's little hand began to hesitate a bit.

Seeing that she was very twisted, Leng Yanchi stuffed all the bamboo sticks into her hand.

"It's all spicy, they can't eat it."

Tang Jinjin had no choice but to accept them all.

"Then I will eat."

It smelled delicious, and Tang Jinjin loved meat, so she took a bunch of grilled wings.

The already fragrant chicken wings are sprinkled with a lot of cumin and chili that she loves, and it tastes delicious in one bite.

Tang Jinjin's starry eyes lit up.

This is too delicious, right?
Are you sure this is your first barbecue?This man is really too powerful.

"Jinjin, it smells so good, bring me two." Leng Che had been busy for a long time, his temper was so impatient, some of them were baked and mushy.

What's even more sad is that his brother took care of everyone, except him.

Leng Che could only stare at the skewers in Tang Jinjin's hand.

"Okay, I'll give you two skewers, they're super delicious." Tang Jinjin bit the chicken wings in his mouth, and then handed out two skewers to Leng Che.

Leng Che licked his lips, looking like a foodie.

But before he answered, Tang Jinjin's hand was pushed back by Leng Yanchi.

"Also, bake him again."

The implication is, waiting.

As soon as she was about to touch the bamboo stick in Jin Jin's little hand, she was taken back in the next second.

"So that's what it means that the meat in your mouth is flying." Leng Che couldn't stop drooling seeing Tang Jinjin eat so deliciously.

"Brother, you are too partial to Jinjin." Leng Che retorted aggrievedly.

His brother even took care of the little cuties at home, and the dogs had something to eat, but he didn't.

He made it himself and it didn't taste good, he was going to be autistic.