Although the three fingers on the right hand were wrapped tightly in gauze, I showed the skill of picking up dishes flexibly just now, but picking up dishes once is different from picking up dishes a few times. After a few times, my fingers began to hurt a little, several times, so how about it.
All dishes that are easy to pick up fall on the table.
Zheng Keyun ate in silence, looked at her movements silently, without saying a word.
The more silent he was, Xia Ruoqi felt anxious, the more she didn't want to be looked down upon by her. She was anxious to get something, but it backfired. Not only did she get all the table full of sweat, but she almost threw the bowl to the ground.
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Xia Ruoqi was so anxious that she was sweating profusely. She changed her left hand, but not only did she not get better, but she made herself very embarrassed. Not only did she wear clothes on her chest, but she even had several rice grains of rice.
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The more embarrassed she looked, Xia Ruoqi was anxious, and the more intense the depression in her chest was. She had nowhere to vent, so angry that she took a chopstick and poked the dishes. Her movements were so rude that Zheng Keyun finally put down the bowls and chopsticks and snatched Xia Ruoqi's hand.
Chopsticks inside.
Xia Ruoqi was startled first, then came to her senses and vented all her discomfort on Zheng Keyun, "What are you doing? I'll drive away Miss Qian Xiao* first? I won't let me have a meal yet?"
Zheng Keyun reached out and took the bowl in front of her that had been stirred with chicken feet. He scooped some rice with spoon and handed it over, and said calmly, "Open your mouth."