I am most afraid that the air will suddenly be quiet...

Brother Fei's smile froze. Did he come at the wrong time?

But who is Fei? Being able to serve as a chef in Bo Jingshen’s devil team for several years without being tortured is destined to have a very strong psychological quality.

He quickly brought the dish as if nothing had happened and laughed: "I will knock on the door next time, you can continue, continue."

He looked at Bo Jingshen and gave a thumbs up: "Double Field, this kid, yes, I didn't expect that you were the fastest to get out of singleness. I thought it was the handsome and lonely Yan Zijin who was looking for a female vote first, but you were already married."

Bo Jingshen stood up slowly, glanced at Fei Ge, and chuckled: "Thank you for the praise."

"..." Fu Chaochao said that he was already ashamed.

When it comes to shamelessness, she felt that no one could compare to Bo Deep Field.

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Although this is a Hunan restaurant, Fei Ge’s Cantonese cuisine is quite good, light and delicious, with a simple meal, and a healthy life.

Fu Chaochao ate very quickly, bowl after bowl, as if he was about to sprinkle all his previous anger on the meal.

This is comparable to the momentum of a man in eating, which makes Bo Jingshen unable to help but look at him frequently.

Fu Chaochao noticed his gaze and blinked: "Why are you looking at me all the time? Isn't the food suitable for your taste?"

Bo Field: "You seem to have said before that you don't like to eat, but you--"

He looked at the messy table.

Fu Chaochao emphasized again: "I don't like eating, I'm just hungry."

As she said that, she picked up a piece of winter melon and bit it hard. The teeth of her upper and lower jaws collided and made a crisp crackling sound, which was quite a bit gritting.

Then, she said, "Besides, I'm still young and can grow up. I need to eat more to supplement my nutrition."

Fu Chaochao looked at Bo Deep Field specifically, "Unlike you, you are past the age of secondary growth."

Bo Jingshen never thinks that age is a problem. Besides, he is only 26 years old, has a house and a car, and has a successful career, and has outperformed most people.

But now, it's a little heart-wrenching.

"I think I'm old." He narrowed his eyes slightly, his tone was still careless, but for some reason it made people feel a little dangerous.

Fu Chaochao swallowed the cigarette throat, took a few more mouthfuls of food into his mouth, and hummed, "I'm full."

Bo Jingshen glanced at her, with some rice grains remaining at the corner of his mouth. He reached out and pinched her face, and took the rice grains away.

The pinching was surprisingly strong, which made Fu Chaochao think for a moment that he was venting his anger for what had happened just now.

Seeing that there were rice grains in his hand, she muttered and stopped caring.

Anyway, I can't beat it.

It was not until Bo Jingshen drove her home that Fu Chaochao felt that he was young or not.

Still thinking about fighting with someone?

No, can she beat Fat Field?

After all, her head can only reach his shoulders. She has to tiptoe to touch him if she wants to do anything. She has no advantage in nature.

Seeing her distracted, Bo Jingshen asked, "What are you thinking?"

Fu Chaochao: "I'm wondering how short people can beat tall people."

Her tone was very serious, as if she was not worried about the fact that she could not touch a hair in the restaurant, but was discussing it as a very rigorous academic issue.

Piansheng still stared at Thunder Deep Field with his bright big eyes, with a thirsty light in his eyes.

Bo Jingshen didn't look back, but he saw it through the previous audition, with his tongue pressed on his cheeks and his lips curled lightly, "Amnesting."

“…”

"Installing a taller prosthesis and despise the enemy from the height."
Chapter completed!