Young Master’s Favorite, Where is She Going?

"Let me tell you, when I was a child, my family was poor, and I had to choose a good day to eat a bun. Since I was a child, I have been suffering. It is not as expensive as you said, and I am hungry for a day or two when I am busy at work. It's all common things, how can you live so exquisitely as you rich young masters."

"..."

Feng Litan listened carefully to what Bai Yi said, and couldn't help but squeeze the hand on his leg, his eyes fixed on Bai Yi's face, not knowing what he was thinking.

"Don't look at me with this look. I can't imagine the lives of you rich people, but we poor people also have the happiness of our poor people." Bai Yi said with a smile, feeling that this style is quite...sensational.

Looks like a caring person now.

"I have no sympathy for you."

Just distressed.

"I'm not a rich man."

Bai Yi smiled and said nothing.

"Do you want to grow taller?" Feng Lidan noticed that Bai Yi's sentence was good, so he asked.

"I think, don't all girls like your height now? If I can grow to your height, my parents won't worry that I won't be able to marry a wife." Bai Yi said jokingly.

Feng Litan frowned slightly, his face also changed slightly, and finally said in an uncomfortable tone: "Now this height is quite good."

Bai Yi shrugged and said nothing.

Soon, the waiter brought two bottles of mineral water and beer.

Bai Yi picked up one of the bottles of mineral water and unscrewed it, took the tableware in front of Feng Lishan and directly washed it, and asked while washing:

"Do you drink beer?"

"Don't drink."

"I know you don't drink those, and even the pigmented drinks will not drink." Bai Yi said, putting another bottle of mineral water in front of Feng Lishan.

"You guys who are obsessive about cleanliness guess that you are living quite tired."

"..."

Feng Lidan looked at the tableware that the white clothes in front of him had washed him with water, and said nothing.

Ten minutes later, the bottom of the pot and the side dishes were brought up. The white clothes greeted Feng Lidan and rolled up his sleeves and started eating, but when he saw Feng Lidan on the opposite side, he couldn't take his chopsticks off.

"...You...have never eaten hot pot, have you?"

"I..." I haven't eaten it, or I haven't seen it at all.

Seeing Feng Li's reaction, Bai Yi knew that he was right.

He smiled, put down his chopsticks, reached out and took the chopsticks in Feng Lidan's hand, took the initiative to iron the dishes for him, and joked:

"It's really hard for you, a young master, to condescend to eat this with me."

"I am not the young master."

"Yes, you are the uncle." Bai Yi ironed some greens for him and put them in his bowl.

"Now, you taste it, maybe you will like it."

Feng Lidan took the chopsticks from Bai Yi, looked at the vegetables in the bowl, and then looked at Bai Yi.

It was really impossible to refuse the look of Bai Yi's expectant eyes, Feng Litan picked up the vegetables in the bowl and ate into his mouth.

"how about it?"

"...Hmm." Feng Litan responded softly and nodded slightly.

"If it tastes delicious, eat more. Look at the side dishes in front of you. You can put it on the hot plate if you like it. You don't need to cook it for a long time."

"Ok."

Feng Lidan answered his mouth, but after eating the mouthful, although he put the side dishes in to cook, he didn't see him take another bite.

With a serious habit of cleanliness, he is more particular about what he eats, after all, he has to eat into his stomach.

Feng Lidan looked at the white clothes on the other side, who was eating hot, and couldn't help but say: "Don't eat that spicy, my one is not spicy, so I can eat it instead."