He walked over and sat next to her: "Is it really that delicious?"
Lan Xixi turned her head, still eating vermicelli in her mouth, and nodded: "Yeah, it's super delicious, try it quickly."
Bo Zhanye stared at her: "Feed me and see."
ah?
Feed him?
Is he still young?
Lan Xixi was a little speechless, but she wanted to prove to him that this dish was really delicious, so she picked up a chopstick, blew on it, and fed it to him.
Bo Zhanye opened his mouth and ate it. To be honest, the spicy taste was a bit strong, which was not his favorite taste.
But... Lan Xixi looked at him with expectant eyes, "How is it? Is it delicious? I didn't lie to you, did I?"
His eyebrows were deep and he couldn't bear to dissuade her interest, let alone show that he had different tastes from hers, so he raised a smile:
"Well, it's really good."
"That's right! I'll get you a bowl." Lan Xixi stood up and took the initiative to get him a large bowl.
Bo Zhanye felt a little panicked.
It's okay to take one or two bites. She took such a big bowl. Was she trying to make his lips and tongue dance spicy? Make him numb?
However, what he didn't expect was that Lan Xixi did not add the last ingredient, but handed it to him directly:
"If you don't like the spicy flavor, it's good to try the white flavor. I guess it's more suitable for your taste."
In an instant, Bo Zhanye's heart was touched.
He thought she was enjoying her meal and didn't remember this, but he didn't expect...
It seems that she didn't completely forget about her first love and delicious food.
The sullenness in his heart disappeared and was replaced by warmth.
When Nan Jingting saw the two of them loving each other, the smile on his lips was a little stiff.
Without showing too much, he sat down, ate the same spicy food as Lan Xixi, and then said casually:
"My uncle still remembers me and said that I always loved you walking behind or in front of you and carrying your schoolbag.
I contacted him that day, but he didn't expect that we were still together, and asked if we were in a relationship or getting married, and asked if I was chasing you."
Lan Xixi frowned. If nothing had changed, it might indeed be a beautiful story for her and Nan Jingting to walk back to the small shop and have a bowl of gouache.
But things have changed, the stories have been rewritten, and they are all beautiful.
She said: "Uncle has a great memory. You should tell him that you are my brother."
Nan Jingting's face darkened slightly, he raised the corners of his lips, and used serving chopsticks to pick up the fried pork ribs for her: "Try this too, you liked this too when you were a kid."
Lan Xixi really loves to eat.
When Feng Cuihong was a child, she rarely bought meat, let alone ribs. Even if she got good food, she would focus on her brother, and she could only taste a little bit.
Later, when she was a guest at Nan's house, she looked at the plate of ribs and clearly wanted to eat them, but she was very reserved and polite and did not grab the food rudely like other children.
By the time she finished eating one piece, the child had already put a bunch of it into the bowl. She was very lonely at that time. But she didn't expect that Nan Jingting quietly came to her window sill that night and handed her a plate full of pan-fried pork ribs.
He said, 'We have a lot at home and we can't finish it all and waste it, so I asked her to help with it.'
Maybe he was very friendly, or maybe she knew he wouldn't laugh at her, so she accepted it and ate pan-fried pork ribs with her hands most of the night.
A window, she is inside and he is outside.
That was the first time she had eaten so much meat, and it was also the first time she knew that eating meat could make her feel stuffy.