Kuai Chuan, fall in love with a fairy

Chapter 11 The business boss is very clingy (11)

He rolled his eyes in an unsightly manner again.

"I'm asking what you can't eat. You're picking on me here."

Qin Zhao's body didn't move, he still looked confident.

"I just can't eat these."

The gleaming kitchen knife suddenly plunged into the chopping board, making a dull sound.

He crossed his arms again, squinted at him, and spoke casually.

"Will you die if you eat it?"

Qin Zhao: "..."

He fell silent, lowered his eyes, and shook his head after a while.

Hmph, I don't believe that you can't cure your picky eater.

The kitchen knife was pulled out again by He You, and she began to cut vegetables neatly.

Qin Zhao seldom returns to the apartment, and the kitchen has always been a decoration, so he realized that the light in the kitchen is warm yellow, which is very different from the bright white light in the living room.

The slender girl is wearing a light blue apron, her hair is tied up, and half of her profile face is delicate and agile.

He You moved very quickly. She had been busy all afternoon by herself, and she was already hungry.

She put out the dishes first, then turned to look at the soup that had been simmering.

He lifted the lid again, and a gust of hot air rushed towards his face.She was busy taking care of the soup, pointed to the direction of the dishes, and called Qin Zhao to help.

"Bring the food to the table."

Qin Zhao, who had been leaning against the wall in a daze, started to move now, commanding and moving, obeying He You's orders obediently.

He dealt with the follow-up again, and brought the soup in the crock pot to the table.

The three dishes and one soup all looked pretty good, and He felt overwhelmed with satisfaction. She didn't move her chopsticks, but urged Qin Zhao first.

"You try it."

Qin Zhao picked up a chopstick of eggplant, and nodded slightly under He You's expectant gaze.

Only then did He feel relieved, she hadn't lived such a smoky life for a long time, and she was very unfamiliar with picking up a kitchen knife.

She had been hungry for a long time, and now she finally started.He You eats well, but his movements are not slow.

In contrast, Qin Zhao's speed was obviously slow. He paid attention again and found that the dishes he picked up were also very regular.

He only eats the dishes he likes, and doesn't move at all for the dishes he doesn't like.

This picky eater is really real.

But Wo also knew that he had a stomach problem.

An old patient who has been suffering from stomach problems for many years is so picky about eating, and his diet seems to be irregular. This is the rhythm of death.

He couldn't understand how he was so perfunctory with his body.She pushed the dish with carrots in Qin Zhao's direction, raised her chin at him, and signaled him to eat.

"Eat some carrots, it's good for your stomach."

Qin Zhao frowned, with a bit of disgust in his eyes.

"Smelly."

Smelly? ? ?He almost laughed angrily again, this was the first time she heard someone say that carrots stink.

"Where does it stink? Your picky eater's bad habit is too serious."

Qin Zhao's expression didn't change, but he didn't seem to move his chopsticks at all.

He could only soften her voice, and she pushed the plate over there again, her voice a little coaxing.

"It's overcooked and tasteless, you can eat it with rice and it tastes good."

Her persuasive persuasion finally persuaded Qin Zhao, he raised his eyes to look at He You, and lightly pursed his red lips.

Qin Zhao picked up a piece of carrot and chewed it expressionlessly, but his brows relaxed a little.

He didn't miss the slight change in his expression, and knew that the carrot was quite suitable for this boss.

She let out a sigh of relief, and busily served him another lotus seed soup.

"This soup also nourishes the stomach, drink a little."

Her troublesome appearance is like raising a cub, she can't worry about it.

Qin Zhao eats irregularly all year round, and eats very little. He is actually a little full now.

However, the girl's almond pupils were clear and her voice was soft, and she looked at him expectantly.

His brows were completely relaxed, his expression slightly relaxed, and he obediently took a sip of the soup.

He didn't know why, but he was very happy and had a sense of accomplishment.

Her voice was very cheerful, and she praised him lightly.

"Awesome!"

Qin Zhao's hands holding the spoon trembled, his complexion remained unchanged, but pink slowly crept up behind his ears.

He was also stunned for a moment by the praise he blurted out like a kid.

She thought with mixed feelings: I may have reached the age when maternal love overflows. . .

(End of this chapter)