This attack is poisonous

"What do you want to drink? Tea? Juice? Or milk?" Chen Rong didn't dare to ask him if he wanted to drink, but Weng Jie didn't like alcohol in the first place, and now his stomach is bad, let alone drink it.

"Let's have tea." Xiaoqian said, he seldom eats meat, and he is afraid that he will feel tired later.

There is no good tea in this kind of shop, Chen Rong can only ask the waiter to bring up a pot of tea made from unknown tea.

He unwrapped the plastic packaging of the tableware, poured a cup of tea for Xiaoqian, put it in front of him and reminded him, "It's still hot now, so be careful not to burn it."

"Well, thank you." Xiaoqian replied.

Chen Rong chatted with him for a while on random insensitive topics, and the waiter brought the dishes.

Chen Rong didn't order many dishes. Apart from the signature dish of mutton soup and a few cakes, there were only a few green vegetables and cold dishes.

The smell of mutton quickly permeated the box, without a strong fishy smell, but it smelled quite exciting.

Chen Rong sat next to Xiaoqian, scooping up soup and vegetables for him in a thoughtful way, and was extremely busy.

Xiaoqian was taken care of very embarrassingly, saying that he came to eat with Brother Zheng, but how could Brother Zheng still eat well if it went on like this.

"It's too much trouble for you, you can eat it yourself, don't patronize me." He said a little uneasy.

Chen Rong laughed: "I invite you to dinner, and I must treat you well, so you can taste it quickly."

Xiaoqian had no choice but to lower his head and eat a piece of cold cucumber. The soup was too hot and he couldn't drink it yet.

Chen Rong looked at him expectantly as he swallowed the food in his mouth, and asked impatiently, "How is it? Is it to your liking?"

"Well, it's delicious." Although Xiaoqian couldn't see it, he could feel his overly hot gaze, so he became more and more embarrassed.

"That's good." Chen Rong heaved a sigh of relief, he didn't remember but Weng Jie's taste, to be precise, he never knew.

Xiaoqian lowered his head slightly, pretending not to notice his gaze, and ate another vegetable with chopsticks.

Chen Rong simply took his soup bowl and stirred it around with the spoon in his uninjured left hand, fearing that he would be scalded later.

Xiaoqian heard the sound of the spoon colliding with the bowl, and after understanding what he was doing, he put down his chopsticks and faced him, and said solemnly, "Brother Zheng, you don't need to do this, I won't be able to eat like this."

"Okay, I'll eat too, don't be angry." Chen Rong said quickly.

Until the end of the meal, the atmosphere between the two of them was still a little bit wrong.

Chen Rong knew that Xiaoqian had noticed something, but he probably didn't recognize him yet, otherwise he would definitely have a showdown with him according to his temperament.

As long as you don't recognize it, everything will be easy to handle.