The weakling is reborn: the delicate one comes into my arms

Tang Jiao was so lost in thought that he didn't even hear the sound of unlocking the door.

A pair of long, white hands wrapped around her waist from behind.

Before Tang Jiao could be frightened, the familiar and refreshing breath of water vapor enveloped her. Her ears felt warm, and Xiao Jingchuan's smiling and low-pitched voice brushed into her ears.

"What are you doing? It smells so good."

The small hand softly placed on the big palm around the waist.

"You're back~"

Tang Jiao turned his head and looked up, and the two of them shared a gentle kiss.

The night outside the window is dark, the rain is thick, and the rain is noisy.

The single-family apartment was quiet and the lights were bright and soft.

The soft lips were close to each other, sucked lightly and then parted for half a breath, making a clear and sticky "chirp" sound.

Xiao Jingchuan tightened his long arms and leaned forward to chase her. He wanted to kiss her again, but Tang Jiao held a hot spatula against his lips.

"The food is going to be mushy~"

The girl leaning on the chest has long hair shawl gently, bright eyes and white teeth, her delicate little face is tilted up with a playful smile.

Xiao Jingchuan let out a sigh of relief and deliberately pulled back the arm holding his thin waist, easily letting Tang Jiao's feet off the ground.

The handsome and domineering man leaned forward and rubbed his thin, slightly salty lips, which were stained with a little bit of oil, on the soft lips that were forced to come to her. He took a firm sip before letting go.

"It's gone, little rascal."

Tang Jiao sipped his lips, which were stained with vegetable juice, and stretched out his little tongue to lick them.

"It seems a bit bland. I followed the recipe instructions."

"Then add a little more."

She turned back and leaned forward to get the salt shaker, but someone was still holding her waist and couldn't reach it with her arms.

The small hands patted the big palms with clear muscles and bones.

"Mr. Xiao Jingchuan, let go of your hands."

Xiao Jingchuan only let go of one of his hands, reached out directly, took the salt shaker from the shelf, put it into Tang Jiao's hand, and automatically took it back.

"Don't let go", then he hummed and said with a smile: "Little short hands."

Tang Jiao didn't seem to hear, so he added a little salt with a small spoon, stir-fried twice quickly, and turned off the heat.

Then he turned around, his cheeks bulging, wanting to settle accounts.

"Who are you talking about having short hands?"

Both hands climbed up to Xiao Jingchuan's strong shoulders and neck, trying to strangle his neck. When he jumped up, his waist and hips were skillfully supported by big hands.

"Talk about the big baby in my arms."

Xiao Jingchuan hugged Tang Jiao, who was clinging to him like a little bear, and let her tickle her neck, smiling happily.

The sexy Adam's apple pressed by the soft palms kept vibrating.

Tang Jiao's palms were slightly itchy, his eyes widened deliberately, and he threatened in a sweet voice: "Don't laugh! My palms are itchy."

As a result, Xiao Jingchuan smiled even more wildly.

Tang Jiaojiao has no majesty and is angry!

She moved her hand away, grabbed Xiao Jingchuan's shoulders, straightened her slender waist, leaned forward, bit her small tiger teeth on the man's sharp and protruding Adam's apple, and threatened vaguely;

"Do you still want to eat?"

The girl's Adam's apple was held by the girl's canine teeth, and the hot and soft inside of her lips pressed against the skin of her throat bone, causing a numbness that made her breath stagnant.

The wild and teasing smile on Xiao Jingchuan's face faltered, and a dark fire suddenly appeared in his dark eyes.

Xiao Jingchuan held Tang Jiao's buttocks with one hand, moved his hot palm to Yingying's slender waist, and rubbed and pinched dangerously through the home clothes.

"Tang Jiaojiao, do you still want to eat?"

The Adam's apple that was sucked and bitten rolled, the wet touch was extremely abrasive, making his voice hoarse and extremely dangerous.

Tang Jiao: "...!!!"

As the saying goes, the person who knows the current affairs is a good man.

Tang Jiao held his breath, quietly opened his mouth and moved away.

His dark eyes blinked, his chin obediently rested on the man's shoulder, and his small hands softly held his neck, extremely obedient and harmless, as if nothing had happened just now.

The little scoundrel who just moments ago was still making trouble in his arms was now as well-behaved as a little lamb.

Xiao Jingchuan suppressed the evil fire raging in his body, his dark eyes slightly lowered, focusing on the girl's red ear bones.

Ask again in a low voice: "Eat?"

The little head nodded obediently.

Xiao Jingchuan Tuo hugged the person, turned around and walked towards the dining table.

Tang Jiao buried half of his face in his broad shoulders. He looked at the okra that was still in the pot and was getting old. He stretched out his little hand forward.

"Cai, the dishes haven't risen yet."

Xiao Jingchuan patted her butt and kept walking.

"Sit down, I'll come."

Chicken soup with yam, Hericium, bamboo fungus, steamed egg with broccoli and shrimp, millet porridge, stir-fried okra, and braised chicken with mushrooms.

There were three dishes, one soup and one porridge. Except for the okra that was delayed by some people's flirting with each other at the end, everything else looked good.

Tang Jiao pushed one of the bowls of millet porridge towards Xiao Jingchuan.

"This is thick, soft and delicious. You can try it."

Xiao Jingchuan looked at the extraordinarily green and healthy dishes on the table and raised his eyebrows slightly.

"So light?"

Tang Jiao has been very greedy these days, and everything he eats is spicy and heavy. Compared with the lunch table tonight, it is simply a health bureau.

Tang Jiao smiled, touched his belly and said:

"Aren't you injured from the big meal at noon? I want to eat something light to change my stomach."

She picked up a spoon and scooped out a spoonful of steamed eggs with shrimps and put it into Xiao Jingchuan's bowl, "Try it quickly."

Xiao Jingchuan raised his eyes to look at her, with a look of anticipation on her face.

Xiao Jingchuan took a spoonful and put it into his mouth.

The millet porridge is indeed stewed very softly and thickly, with a light taste and a faint rice aroma. It melts away with just a sip, and is warm and gentle when swallowed.

Xiao Jingchuan raised his eyebrows in surprise.

The spoon scooped up the egg custard and the shrimp cut into small pieces in the bowl, and sipped it into his mouth under Tang Jiao's expectant gaze.

Fresh and light in flavor, the egg custard is soft and tender, and the shrimp bits are elastic. You can swallow it easily after chewing a few times.

Tang Jiao held his chin in his hands and looked at Xiao Jingchuan with bright eyes as he took a few bites seriously. His heart was satisfied and soft, as soft as that bowl of millet porridge.

"Is it tasty?"

Xiao Jingchuan raised his head and looked into Tang Jiao's shining eyes, his heart moved.

He lowered his eyes slightly and scanned every dish on the table carefully, probably guessing something in his mind.

His deep and handsome eyebrows became softer and softer, and he praised without hesitation:

"Excellent, comparable to the chief of the Royal Food Family."

"Hey, it's not that exaggerated~ Try the mushroom stewed chicken again, it's fragrant after being stewed for a long time!"

Tang Jiao was so happy that little stars were dancing in his eyes. He put his elbows on the table and held his face in his hands, giggling.

For the first time, Xiao Jingchuan did not let Tang Jiao use her chopsticks to eat. Instead, she followed her instructions and tried every dish she cooked.

As he expected, each dish tasted bland and was easier to chew and digest.

Then guess again, whether it is porridge, vegetables, or soup, it is generally good for the stomach or has an effect on relieving stomach problems.

His Tang Zizi was always like this, like a soft cloud, quiet and soft, but always had the strength to hold him up steadily.

Xiao Jingchuan stopped spooning, his angular face showed an extremely soft expression, and his eyes as deep as a warm lake stared at the girl in front of him.

Tang Jiao was a little unsure by Xiao Jingchuan's eyes, "What's the matter? Doesn't the soup taste good?"

Xiao Jingchuan picked up the spoon and scooped out a spoonful, then put his hand to Tang Jiao's lips, raised his lips and said softly:

"Would you know if you try it? Why are you just looking at me eating the dishes you worked so hard to prepare?"