Of course, Miss Milolo would not be picky about food just because she had just had a quarrel with someone, so she picked out the meager carrot shreds on the plate as usual. Unexpectedly, she had just picked two.
Then I heard Si Qianhao say seriously: "No picky eaters!"
Luoluo was so frightened that his hands shook, and the shredded radish in his hands fell to the ground. Seeing this, Si Qianhao's eyes became even colder.
The grievances that had just calmed down suddenly came out again. Luoluo's eyes turned red and he slammed his chopsticks: "I'm a picky eater. What's wrong? I won't eat! Who are you? Why do you treat me so badly?"
God takes care of it!"
In fact, Ling Yuxuan wanted to say that no one else would give him such treatment if they wanted him to take charge, but after looking at Si Qianhao's face, he choked back the words that were stuck in his throat.
Si Qianhao had lived for so long, and for the first time his eyes showed a look of remorse. He began to think, had he gone too far towards her?
After thinking about it for a long time... "I won't be so fierce next time."
Ling Yuxuan was shocked by his words, but Miloluo was completely unsatisfied: "That's it? Do you still want a next time?!"
"No," he replied quickly, picking all the carrots on her plate to his side, and giving her all her favorite sweet and sour pork, "This is an apology."
Milolo was a little strange, rubbed his eyes and muttered: "...you know that I like to eat this?"