Quick Transmigration System: Female Supporting Wish Letter

Chapter 833 The daughter of the Republic of China (27)

Ji Luo had been hungry for a long time, and now the pot was boiling. She quickly poured the meat in, blanched it for dozens of seconds, and then picked it up skillfully with very skillful movements.

Yan Yan looked at her quietly from the side, thoughtful.

She didn't intend to serve Qiu Yun'er, anyway, Qiu Yun'er knew how to eat, and this pot was similar to a mandarin duck pot, with two sides, so she wouldn't get Qiu Yun'er's saliva, so as not to hurt herself.

After eating for a long time, she saw that Yan Xiao had no intention of moving her chopsticks at all. After thinking about it, she picked up a piece of meat and handed it directly to his lips. The mutton was still steaming, so Yan Xiao looked down.

"Uncle, let's have a piece."

According to her observation, it must be because she doesn't like to eat mutton. He didn't come to his friend's shop the day it opened, and he doesn't eat it now. He doesn't even have the desire to move his chopsticks. Is this still human?
There is only one truth, he definitely doesn't like to eat mutton.

She didn't hide her small thoughts well, and the secret joy in her eyes was seen by Yan Wei. Yan Yan opened his lips and ate it with a very high posture. Then he saw his mouth move a few times, his Adam's apple moved up and down, and it was gone.

???

In fact, Ji Luo was just planning to make a joke, wait for Yan Yan to be embarrassed, and then eat the meat herself, who knows that she seems to have guessed wrong, people don't hate this at all, isn't this a very happy meal?
It can be said to be very depressed.

Qiu Yun'er looked sideways at Ji Luo and Yan Li, despising them in her heart, and at the same time envious of Ji Luo's good fortune. Even without Shen Qiubei, there would still be such an outstanding person.

But soon, when things are done, all of them will fall into the dust.

Depressedly, he continued to eat meat, and even the meat that was quite delicious was boring in his mouth.

When her interest was lacking, she heard Yan Xiao calling her again: "Hey me."

Ji Luo was naturally uncomfortable with a righteous tone and a natural tone. She raised her head and wanted to choke back, thinking about Qiu Yun'er sitting opposite, she held back her breath.

The sauce happened to be right next to her, a smile appeared on the corner of her mouth, she threw the mutton into it, dipped it in, and there was a layer of chili oil on it instantly, and the oil was still dripping down.

She put the meat to Yan Yan's lips with a smirk: "Come, eat."

It was easily eaten by him again, this person is not even afraid of spicy food.

Next, Ji Luo used all kinds of things, such as vinegar, soy sauce, and salt, one by one, on the meat. Even Qiu Yun'er sweated for Yan Yan, but Ji Luo But he said: "Uncle likes to eat these, I know it all."

Seeing Yan Yan's appearance of not rejecting anyone who came, Qiu Yun'er only thought that he had a strong taste, and she didn't even drink much water.

Because she wanted to tell Qiu Yun'er something, she brought Qiu Yun'er into Ji's house again.

During dinner, she was about to go downstairs, but someone knocked on her bedroom door. When she opened the door, she saw that it was Yan Li.

Strange.

What's even more strange is that he still has food in his hand. Does this mean that he doesn't want her to make a trip?

Yan Yan is so considerate?
Ji Luo happily took the food and wanted to close the door. Yan Li stretched out his long legs and got stuck at the door. The door could not be closed. Ji Luo stared at him.

The door was easily pushed open by him, and Ji Luo stepped aside, allowing him to enter the room just like that.

After closing the door, Ji Luo put the dishes on the table, and almost turned the table when he saw the dishes.

Her favorite spicy chicken, topped with a layer of red pepper.

Immediately afterwards, the spicy and sour diced lotus root and the sweet and sour fish were all covered with a layer of chili peppers, which looked very attractive. Even the top of the winter melon was not immune.

(End of this chapter)