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Looking fixedly at the two bowls of chicken in front of him, thinking that Huo Lingyang never ate spicy food, Joey didn't say anything, and he and Xiao Fanbao happily ate it.

Seeing that the two of them ate so deliciously, Huo Lingyang was puzzled.

Is this thing so delicious?
Shrugging his shoulders lightly, seeing that Joy had just picked up a bunch of Bobo chicken and stuffed it into his mouth, he raised his chin, and suddenly stretched out his bony hand and directly snatched the bunch of Bobo chicken from her hand.

Joey looked at him in a daze.

Isn't there still in the bowl on the table?Do you have to steal her talent?
but
Joey pulled his lips. He had seen Huo Lingyang's slender and well-articulated hands slapping Fang Qiu on the keyboard, and he had also seen those hands holding the goblet gracefully. Bobo chicken.

Huo Lingyang like this was inexplicably a little more smoky.

No longer so high above, no longer so indifferent.

There was a sudden "ding" sound in his head, realizing that he seemed to be a little lost, the Joey bit his mouth, quickly lowered his head and stuffed a bunch of Bobo chicken into his mouth again.

Huo Lingyang stared at the skewer of Bo Bo Chicken full of chili oil in his hand for a long time before hesitatingly put it in his mouth and took a bite. The pungent spicy taste made him cough lightly. The unfinished skewers of Bo Bo Chicken in his hand were thrown into the bowl in front of the Joeys again.

"Delicious!"

Clenching his hands into fists against his mouth, he took a deep breath to relieve the spicy taste in his mouth, and made a comment in a thick voice.

The Joey continued to bite the Bobo chicken in his hand calmly, glanced at him, got up and went to the next door to buy three glasses of kiwi fruit juice, handed one of them to Huo Lingyang, and handed the other to Xiaofanbao beside him.

Fan Bao took it, thanked Joey, then bit the straw and looked at Huo Lingyang, and asked with a smile, "Daddy, can you not eat spicy food?"

Huo Lingyang snorted softly, and looked at Xiaofanbao coldly, "Eating this kind of thing is not good for the stomach, so don't eat it again in the future!"

Xiao Fanbao pouted.

He deeply felt that he was speaking to Mommy.

Qiao Yiren naturally felt that he didn't say this to Fan Bao, but to her, so he smacked his stomach and smacked his lips.

It's not that she begged him to eat!
Huo Lingyang's throat moved, feeling that the spicy taste in his mouth was going straight to his forehead, he squinted at the kiwi fruit juice in front of him, saw the mother and son happily eating Bo Bo chicken and drinking kiwi fruit juice, moved his hands , took the glass of kiwi fruit juice and took a sip.

The cold juice enters the throat, and the spicy taste in the mouth is quickly suppressed.

Huo Lingyang breathed out, tapped with his fingertips on the table, his corner of the eye fell on Joey's reddened face, and the corners of his lips curled up slightly.

After eating Bo Bo Chicken, when the three of them returned to Jinxiu Garden, it was already close to dinner time.

Xiaofanbao originally ate less, but after eating Bobo Chicken, he was not so hungry. After a day of exhaustion, he went straight back to his room to "play games".

Huo Lingyang received a phone call on the way back, and went to the study to hold a video conference as soon as he came back.

Joey stayed alone in the living room, originally thinking of going upstairs to complete the design drawing, but when he reached the stairs, he suddenly realized that Huo Lingyang hadn't eaten anything but the mouthful of Bobo chicken at night, so he stood there for a few minutes at the stairs. Seconds, I couldn't help but walk to the kitchen.

The ingredients in the kitchen were all available. Joey opened the casserole, cooked a pot of shrimp porridge, made a few small cakes, and served them on the dinner plate.

When she came out, she happened to meet Uncle Chen coming in. She immediately walked over and smiled at Uncle Chen, "Uncle Chen, can I trouble you to bring this to Huo Lingyang? He didn't eat much at night."

Uncle Chen took it with a smile, looked at Joey, with doubts on his brows, "Miss Qiao, why didn't you send it over by yourself?"

With her hands behind her back, Joy's eyes flickered slightly, "I'm busy, and I have to draw a design, please." Scratching her cheek lightly, she quickly turned and went upstairs to her room.

Uncle Chen stood on the spot with the dining room in his hand, looked at the desolate back of Joy, sighed and shook his head.