It was originally a joke, and Ke'er knew it, but for some reason her eyes suddenly moistened, her smile suddenly became stiff, and a bit of sourness hung on the corner of her mouth. She sat down again, stopped talking, and just ate in a muffled voice.
Stinky tofu
She thought of the child in her belly and suddenly stopped eating. It would be bad for the child.
Leng Jianan saw her suddenly dim expression, moved the stool to Ke'er's side, put his arm around her shoulders, and said softly: "Pig, I was just joking."
He thought Ke'er was sad about what he just said, but Ke'er just thought of the child.
"It's just a joke, it's true." Ke'er raised her head and smiled softly, "We broke up a long time ago, today is a breakup party."
Leng Jianan was immediately annoyed: "Tang Ke'er, can't you have a good meal? You have to be so disappointed?"
Ke'er curled her lips, tilted her head and shouted at the top of her lungs: "Master, can we serve our food faster?"
Leng Jianan frowned. He had never seen her look so unladylike, but she was so real.
The dishes were served one by one. Except for the stinky tofu, Leng Jianan tasted some of them symbolically. He thought they would be unpleasant, but he didn't expect them to taste really good.
"It's delicious." Ke'er smiled proudly.
He would not let her be so proud and curled his lips: "I'm just giving you face."
Although the color, smell and taste are far inferior to those in high-end restaurants, there is a desire to eat, but after all, it is not hygienic enough to catch his critical eye.
He just watched her eat
Ke'er made him look disgusted, so he peeled the prawns with great interest, making his hands full of oil, and then licked his fingers with relish, still unfinished.
In the end, he clucked his lips and reached out to grab the last prawn on the plate: "It's so delicious, don't grab it from me."
The more she loves her, the more Leng Jianan wants to fight against her
He quickly snatched away the last shrimp, and Ke'er puffed up her cheeks and said, "Give it to me."
"It's a beautiful idea" Leng Jianan frowned.
He followed Ke'er's example and peeled off the shrimp with oily hands, then twisted the tiny bit of shrimp meat in the air to show off under Ke'er's cold eyes, and then went to feed Ke'er.
Ke'er smiled and opened his mouth to catch it, but Leng Jianan laughed and retracted his hand and fed it into his mouth.
"You..." Ke'er gritted her teeth, how could she be so naive to trust a cunning fox?