As for her, she desperately hopes that Lan Jiao wakes up?
After all, how unattractive is he to her?
This was the first time Bo Zhanye doubted his own charm.
"You are quite kind." Finally, he dropped the words and went downstairs.
Lan Xixi didn't know why.
Kind? I hope Lan Jiao wakes up. Why is she so kind?
Doesn't he want Lan Jiao to wake up?
night.
Mandarin duck hot pot is cooking on the dining table, one pot is red and spicy, the other is milky white, the steam is rising, and it has a very warm atmosphere.
The aroma of hot pot is also wafting in the air, which is particularly tempting.
"I'm so happy to have my favorite octopus balls and shrimp slippers." Lan Yaya always puts food first.
Bo Xiaomo seemed to have never eaten hot pot before. Looking at this fresh meal, he was very curious:
"With so many things, how can you eat them raw?"
"Brother Xiao Mo, you are so stupid, you are so hot." Lan Yaya said, picking up a piece of hairy belly:
"Like this, seven up and eight down, one, two, three, four...eight, pick it up, roll it in the dipping sauce, and it's ready to eat."
"Come, let me feed you."
Bo Xiaomo opened his mouth and ate, his eyes widened instantly: "It's delicious!"
"Really? Mommy and I love hot pot the most. Mommy will eat hot pot every time she is happy or unhappy."
"It's great. My dad always has a straight face no matter whether he is happy or unhappy. Oh, I forgot that he is not my dad."
The two little guys chatted while eating.
Bo Zhanye frowned. He had previously taught Bo Xiaomo not to eat, sleep or talk. Where had the etiquette gone?
The most important thing is, seeing the harmonious and loving scene between the two guys, he was not angry at all.
It seems that this is the atmosphere of home.
"Don't you want to eat?" Lan Xixi's voice sounded.
She was very curious. From what Mo Nanxi meant before, it seemed that Bo Zhanye had requested to buy the hot pot. Why was he sitting here without eating it now?
By the way, she remembered that he didn't eat the hot pot last time, and he still disliked it. He must have thought it was saliva, right?
"I won't force you. I'll eat first and cook noodles for you later."
As she said that, she boiled a piece of hairy belly and ate it:
"Wow, it smells so delicious. How could there be such a delicious thing as hot pot in the world?"
The expression is enjoyable and the words are complimentary.
It makes people want to eat it.
In fact, Bo Zhanye has never had hot pot before. Firstly, it's spicy, and secondly, he doesn't like the feeling.
But at this moment, he reached out and grabbed the woman's hand, and directly fed the newly permed hairy belly in her chopsticks to his lips.
"!!!" Lan Xixi's jaw almost dropped in surprise!
Those were the chopsticks she ate from!
He, he, he...isn't he a mysophobia!
Does this count as an indirect kiss?
After Bo Zhanye ate a piece, he described the taste of hot pot in four words: spicy, fresh, fragrant and beautiful.
Just like her taste, it makes people appreciate the taste and can't stop eating.
After eating, I still want to eat more.
He picked up the chopsticks and ironed them himself: "Seven ups and eight downs?"
Lan Xixi blushed and nodded: "Yeah."
He probably just wanted to taste it to see if it tasted good. He had no other intention, right?
Well, don't think too much, don't think too much.
She adjusted her breathing and prepared to continue eating hot pot.
As a result, the man suddenly approached her sideways, leaned into her ear, and said in a hoarse voice that only the two of them could hear: