After almost only a second, Shen Qinghe pushed Jiang Yao instinctively. He didn't push, but he hugged her tighter and tighter.
She wanted to remind Jiang Yao that someone had come in, so she just opened her mouth, and he took advantage of the opportunity and invaded deeper. The sounds she made became strange and unclear: "Uh-huh..."
Seeing that the crack in the door was getting wider and wider, Shen Qinghe bit the tip of his tongue in desperation, and the smell of blood gradually filled the air.
Jiang Yao frowned slightly in pain and was finally willing to let her go.
"Bite me?"
Shen Qinghe put his feet up, hooked his hand and put it to his mouth, saying plausibly: "Huhu~ Sister, it won't hurt anymore if you blow it."
Jiang Yao: "?"
Shen Qinghe's eyes blinked, hinting that someone was watching behind him.
"Something stuck in your eye?"
Before she could answer, Jiang Yao put the person on the stand with a slight lift of his hands, leaned over and asked, "Which eye?"
His eyelids were drooped, his long eyelashes covered the tiny light in his eyes, and the ends of his eyes were slightly raised.
Shen Qinghe was not in the mood to admire his face, and kept looking at the kitchen door.
There were mutterings and pushing noises a bit loud.
Jiang Yao took advantage of the situation and looked over.
The kitchen door is made of translucent glass, and you can see three or four black outlines beside the door.
He rubbed his forehead helplessly and walked over to open the door.
The parents stood up straight awkwardly and coughed twice to cover up.
It was Jiang Minghai who reacted the fastest, without blushing and without a beating heart: "Let's check and see how the food is going?"
At this moment, Shen Qinghe suddenly understood that Jiang Yao's characteristic of not changing his expression when he lied was because of him.
Jiang Yao's tone was sparse and normal, with no change: "It will take more than half an hour."
Jiang Minghai pointed to his hand meaningfully: "Is there something wrong with your hand?"
Jiang Yao glanced at it: "It's okay."
They stood still, and Jiang Yao raised his left eyebrow: "Is there anything else?"
"without."
Jiang Yao closed the door and turned around to catch a glimpse of Shen Qinghe, who was sitting motionless, and laughed narrowly.
"Do you want to continue?"
His eyes were scorching, and his low voice contained an aura of danger.
"No, no more." Shen Qinghe jumped off the platform and ran out like a frightened rabbit.
Jiang Yao took the opportunity, stretched out his long arm, and drew back the person who was about to escape.
He restrained her with one hand, and lifted her chin with the other hand, forcing her to look at him, and patiently discussed: "Can it only take three seconds?"
Shen Qinghe's long eyelashes trembled slightly and he refused cruelly.
She was really not good at breathing, and it was very uncomfortable to hold her breath.
Jiang Yao's Adam's apple rolled up and down, and he took a step back: "Two seconds?"
Her eyes were evasive and she did not refuse directly.
There is drama.
Jiang Yao made the biggest concession: "One second."
She always felt that she couldn't trust him too much, so she hesitated and gave her final reminder: "Just one second."
"good."
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The kitchen door opened and the aroma filled the air.
Shen Qinghe came out with his head lowered.
Wei Shu put down the tea set smoothly and gently, walked slowly to the dining table and placed the tableware: "Why is this child walking with his head down?"
"Stiff neck?"
"Weren't you fine just now?"
Before Wei Shu had time to question her in detail, Jiang Yao came out with the food, and she went to help.
The dishes were served quickly and were both tasty and delicious.
Jiang Minghai never knew that his son had this skill. He sincerely praised: "What you do is really good! I don't know who he learned it from?"
"Self-taught." Jiang Yao filled a bowl of yam and pork ribs soup, placed it in front of Shen Qinghe, rubbed her head, "Bubu."
Shen Qinghe's face instantly turned red, and even his neck was a little pink.
I would rather believe that a sow can climb a tree than believe a man's lies.
It was agreed upon for a second, but he just kissed her until her eyes turned black before letting her go.
The moment she was released, her brain lacked oxygen and she fell directly into his arms.
Even after more than ten minutes, his ridicule was still echoing in my ears: "So vain?"
She didn't reply just now, but she was still angry when she thought about it. Shen Qinghe raised his head angrily: "I'm not weak, I just can't breathe."
Shen Qiaosong's hand holding the rice paused: "What did this kid say?"
Jiang Minghai immediately noticed something was wrong: "Qinghe, why is your mouth swollen?"
No wonder you keep your head down?
Shen Qinghe lowered his head again and concentrated on cooking, speaking slurredly: "Jiang Yao forced me to eat chili just now."
Once Shen Qing and Jiang Ming were involved, he forgot about easing the relationship with his son. He kicked Jiang Yao's stool and said, "Do something human beings do!"
Shen Qinghe did not forget to echo during the meal: "That's right."
He actually did things that animals do.
Wei Shu tapped her head with the end of her chopsticks and reminded her, "Chew the food in your mouth before you speak."
Shen Qinghe curled his lips and turned towards Jiang Yao.
She learned a way for lazy people to lose weight online. Chewing slowly can help control food intake, help the body digest and absorb better, and avoid eating too much.
For a mouthful of rice, she chewed it a dozen times on the left side and a dozen times on the right side.
Shen Qiaosong was a little surprised. Usually this kid ate like a hungry wolf, finishing his meal in just a few mouthfuls.
Is it so unusual today?
Shen Qinghe successfully watched everyone at the table go, while she continued to chew on it.
A large shadow fell next to me, and I subconsciously looked up.
Blinking blankly: "What's wrong?"
Jiang Yao squeaked lightly, wiped the rice grains from the corner of her mouth casually, and put his arms behind her: "I'll teach you."
"What?"
He seemed to have been waiting for this moment for a long time, and said in a casual tone: