Murong Qianqian swallowed her saliva, not caring whether she recognized the man or not, so she walked over and squatted next to the man.

He smiled so hard that he couldn't see his teeth and said: "Sir, are you roasting pheasant?"

The man in white was slowly turning the pheasant in his hand to ensure that the flames were evenly grilled, but when he heard this, he let out a "Hmm~" from his throat without raising his head.

Murong Qianqian saw that the other party didn't seem to pay much attention to her, so she smiled and came closer, "Sir, I think your pheasant is already cooked. How about I help you taste it?"

After saying that, without waiting for the other party to reply, she stretched out her slender hand and tried to pull a chicken leg to squeeze it between her teeth.

"Hey~" the man in white suddenly roared.

Murong Qianqian was startled, but her fingers subconsciously touched the chicken legs, but she didn't expect that the freshly roasted pheasant was extremely hot due to the dripping oil.

She was so burned that she took a breath of cold air, and when she was about to stop her hand, the man in white lifted his sleeves and already held her slender green onion fingers, and there was an immediate cold feeling between her finger bones.

For the first time, I felt that human hands could be so cold, as if a piece of ice had covered them. It actually made the burned hand bones less painful.

"Thank you, sir~" Seeing that the other party never let go, Murong Qianqian raised her head with a smile.

Wow, what you see is a delicate and handsome face. Although it is a little less handsome than Xuanyuan Yao and a little less beautiful than Ye Chen, it fits together just right.

Especially the cold and domineering air exuding from his whole body is like a killing god on the battlefield. He is so cool and handsome.

Murong Qianqian was stunned for a long time, but after all, she was a well-known sister in the entertainment industry, and she always admired Xuanyuan Yao's handsome and flawless face, so she was able to maintain some composure at the moment.

Slowly taking out the jade hand from the man's big palm, thinking that what she had just done was unladylike, she smiled reservedly, "Master, don't be offended, I just want to help you taste the roasted pheasant."

No."

The man narrowed his eyes slightly, and there was a hint of laziness in his cold expression, which made his temperament even more distinguished.

Seeing that he didn't speak, Murong Qianqian felt that maybe she hadn't explained more clearly, so she straightened her robe and sat down upright.

He turned his head and said with a smile: "You are such a young man. This little girl has always been a little bit into food. I feel that the way you just used the fire to roast it is very unauthentic."

You need to know that when roasting game, the heat must be even and the timing must be precise. The way it was roasted before is just the right time for it to be charred on the inside and tender on the outside. If it had been cooked earlier,

It was a step too late and she went too far. But the little girl was afraid that she might be wrong, so she helped her taste it. She was a little anxious about the heat of the food and was a little reckless. After saying so much, sir, do you understand?"

Naturally, these words were all made up by her. She only knew how to eat but not how to cook. She wasted so much time just thinking that she should maintain a good image in front of the handsome guy.

But the handsome guy may not have understood, and he still stared at her straightly.

Murong Qianqian felt that her bright eyes made her heart beat like a deer, she lowered her head slightly and looked very shy, "Young Master,

Although the little girl is as tall as a fish or a wild goose, she is as beautiful as a flower, but if you look at her so bluntly, she will be embarrassed~"

After saying that, she covered her face with her sleeves and smiled shyly. Murong Qianqian felt that she had expressed the woman's shyness vividly and secretly admired her. She was really good at acting. She admired herself very much.

But with a furtive glance, the handsome guy probably shivered because he was wearing too little because of the cold weather. After a while, he quietly said: "Girl, you are so special~"

From Murong Qianqian's point of view, this word "special" is also a kind of compliment to people. She couldn't help laughing so hard that she said: "I hate it~ I will be embarrassed if you praise me like this~"

In his eyes, the handsome guy shuddered again. After a moment of silence, he changed the subject and said, "...Is the girl hungry?"

"Of course not, sir~" Murong Qianqian denied with a smile, but her stomach growled unsatisfactorily, so she could only say with an embarrassed face: "I'm hungry now."

The handsome guy immediately took the pheasant off the fire and said generously: "You can eat it~"

"How embarrassing is this? The little girl's mother often teaches the little girl not to eat anything given by others, especially strange men~" Murong Qianqian frowned, showing a very embarrassed look.

Hearing this, the handsome guy took back the roasted chicken and nodded: "Well, then I won't be embarrassed..." Before he could finish his words, he saw a pair of hands swaying as fast as lightning, and the roasted chicken in his hand had disappeared.

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Murong Qianqian laughed twice and said: "Although my mother taught me this way, the young master is so enthusiastic and the little girl is kind-hearted. How can I hurt the young master's diligent heart?"

Holding the roasted chicken in both hands, she opened her mouth and prepared to devour it, but she felt the two eyes above her head staring at her scorchingly, and her heart was pounding. She thought that being stared at by a handsome guy while eating would probably cause indigestion, so she turned around.

against.

When the handsome guy with a cold face saw Murong Qianqian turning away, the slight smile on his lips disappeared in an instant, his narrow eyes narrowed into a line, and his big palm with clear joints quickly waved in the air.

Murong Qianqian felt that since she was a lady, she just took over the handsome guy's roast chicken but forgot to thank her. She couldn't help but turned around and said: "Um, thank you...ah, sir, what's wrong with you? Why did you slap yourself?"

The handsome guy's brows twitched, he covered his nose, which had just been slapped by his own palm, and the blood was soaring. He gritted his teeth and said, "There are mosquitoes, I'm swatting them~"

In fact, there were no mosquitoes in this cold weather. Just when he was about to land a palm on Murong Qianqian, the other party suddenly turned around.

The black hair that looked like a waterfall fluttered on his face as she turned her head. As soon as her vision blurred, the palm fell out of place.

"Wow, it seems that the mosquitoes in the forest must be fat. The young master actually drew so much blood with one palm." Murong Qianqian was very surprised by this, but she didn't think there was anything wrong with it.

The handsome guy's brows twitched again, and he said sarcastically: "Girl, don't you want to eat roast chicken? It might not taste good when it's cold~"

Murong Qianqian suddenly understood and agreed: "Oh, yes, what you said makes sense~Thank you~" After that, she turned around and focused on the roasted chicken.

There was a cold breeze in the forest. The handsome man took out a square handkerchief from his sleeve and wiped the nosebleed. He saw Murong Qianqian squatting on the ground with her back to him, eating very seriously.
Chapter completed!