She was still pulled down by the little guy.

The softest part in my heart is rippling slightly...

She had no resistance to this child, and was even very greedy for his breath.

Qiao Chengfan deliberately did not call Qiao Sinian, who made him angry?

He could feel that Qiqi was not very happy.

The servant soon served a table of dishes, and Qiao Chengfan kept picking up what she liked for Ye Jiaqi.

"Well, this is braised pork, this is braised eggplant..."

The little guy kept introducing Ye Jiaqi.

Qiao Chengfan and Ye Jiaqi were head-to-head, and they were intimate.

Ye Jiaqi was not too edible, and the meal speed was very slow.

"Xiao Fanfan, don't be picky about food, eat more."

"I know, I'm not picky about food. Qiqi, will the baby peel shrimp for you?" The little guy pointed to the steamed shrimp with garlic on the table.

Before Ye Jiaqi could speak, the little guy took a shrimp in his hand and put it in a bowl.

"Oh, Qiqi will do it yourself."

Ye Jiaqi didn't ask the little guy to peel shrimps for her? What should I do if his hands are so tender?

Qiao Chengfan covered the bowl and shook his head: "No, I'll give the baby a chance to perform."

"Little guy, don't make trouble, let's not eat Qiqi anymore." Ye Jiaqi scared him, "Be good, just peel Qiqi yourself."

The little guy immediately looked aggrieved, very aggrieved.

No chance at all...

"I'll do it."

A low, mellow sound rang over the head.

What followed was the familiar fragrance of Shenmu.

Ye Jiaqi's hand stopped, did not look up, and he retracted his eyes. The gloss and spirits in his pupils were invisible.

Qiao Chengfan heard Lao Qiao's voice and raised his little face.

Qiao Sinian pulled open the chair and sat opposite them, calming down and self-sustaining.

He rolled up the sleeves of his thin gray sweater, with no expression on his face, and just lowered his head and took a shrimp from the plate.

Qiao Chengfan blinked his big eyes and looked at Lao Qiao in a flash.

In London, he had never seen Old Joe peeling shrimp.

Because Lao Qiao doesn't like shrimp...

But after arriving in the capital, he had seen Lao Qiao peeling shrimps several times, with only one target - Qiqi.

He also likes to eat shrimps, so why never peel them for him?

He is still a baby.

Still a baby!

Ye Jiaqi was stunned for a moment, then lowered his head and ate the rice in the bowl.

She doesn't have much appetite.

Qiao Sinian frowned when she peeled the shrimp, and her movements were particularly skillful, with soup stained on her slender and fair fingers.

In just a few dozen seconds, he peeled one.

Qiao Chengfan stared at the white and tender shrimp meat, jealous.

I really want to eat it.

However, nothing unexpected happens—

The shrimp meat was thrown into Qiqi's bowl by Lao Qiao.

"Eat." Qiao Sinian ordered lightly.

Then, he took another shrimp from the plate.

The shrimp meat fell on Ye Jiaqi's white rice, and she stared blankly, feeling a little at a loss.

The heart felt indescribable, spreading out like aquatic plants little by little, tightly entangling her heart.

Breathing too much is rapid.

Her eyes were on the shrimp meat in the bowl, and she was in a trance for a long time and did not move away.

Just as Qiao Sinian threw the second shrimp at her, she moved her chopsticks.

She gave the white and tender shrimp meat clip to the little guy who had been staring at Qiao Sinian.

"For this, don't you like eating shrimp? Eat it, eat more." Ye Jiaqi smiled and looked at the little guy.

Qiao Chengfan was envious for a long time, and he had just been staring at Lao Qiao's hand.

Dad’s hands look good, and the shrimps in Dad’s hands look better.
Chapter completed!