"You really don't want to eat? Do you don't like to eat or do you have no appetite?"
Chenxing really felt that he was suffering from Stockholm Syndrome. He was obviously very sad and had been ignored by him for a long time. Now that he softened his tone a little, she couldn't wait to be comforted by him.
She swallowed her grievances humbly and nodded in response: "Eat."
Gu Shaocheng touched her head comfortingly, smiled and kissed her lightly: "You are so good."
He personally put on the disposable handbag, and with his slender hands, he elegantly cut off the eight legs of the hairy crab, opened the lid of the crab's belly button, and did not forget to interact with her while peeling the crab, "Do you know what this crab is?"
Male crab or female crab?”
"Male."
Gu Shaocheng gave her a rewarding look: "How do you differentiate between male and female?"
Isn't this simple? She's not a country bumpkin who has never eaten crabs before: "Look at the meat. If there's yellow stuff in it, it's a female crab. If there's white stuff inside, it's a male crab."
When she was little, her mother loved making hairy crabs for her to eat, and her father taught her how to tell the difference between male and female crabs.
"Well, it's not bad." He put all the crab paste and crab meat into her bowl, "Eat it as a reward."
Chenxing doesn't have much of an appetite.
After being ignored for a long time, she finally remembered that maybe the Stockholm Syndrome was too severe, so she dipped some sauce in her mouth and put it in her mouth. She didn't dare to refuse him, for fear that he would get angry and leave her alone.
You know, her only support is him.
If he ignores himself, he will become alone.
Chenxing's eyes were covered with a thin layer of mist, and her small mouth wriggled aggrievedly. She looked particularly pitiful, but in Gu Shaocheng's eyes, this big pervert had a different flavor.
He even swallowed his saliva and looked away with salivation. He wanted to put that little mouth in his mouth and peck it, thinking that it must be much more delicious than crabs.
Suddenly thinking of something that could amuse her, he chuckled softly: "Is it delicious?"
Chenxing nodded, knocking down her tears and swallowing them in her stomach.
"Is it better to eat my food or the crab's food?"
What?
She raised her head blankly and looked at him in confusion.
Gu Zhazha, this stinky man, has a bad idea: "Do you know what the white substance you just ate is?"
"Crab paste."
"So do you know what crab paste is?"
Chenxing lowered his eyes slightly and brushed his slender eyelashes lightly: "Crab paste is crab paste, what else can it be?"
As a result, Mr. Gu put his mouth close to her ear and said in a low voice: "Chenxing, tell me, which tastes better, mine or the crabs? Look at you, it tastes so delicious. Don't you know that crab paste is a male crab?
Sperm?”
"Ugh!" As soon as he finished speaking, Chenxing started retching.
Hey, no need to tease.
He took out a tissue and wiped her mouth carefully.
Chenxing's face turned red, her eyebrows were tangled together, and she looked at him sadly like a burning cloud: "Are you kidding me?"
He smiled as if it was nothing to do with him: "Go to Baidu and check it yourself."
As expected, Chenxing immediately took out her mobile phone and searched on Baidu. A minute later, her face collapsed and she said, Wow, really, how could this happen? How many male crabs has she eaten before... vomit! vomit!
Why are you so unlucky tonight?
Nothing goes smoothly!
If I had known earlier, I wouldn’t have come with him!