Nine Lord Palm Heart Little Sweet Wife

Mu Qianqian blinked, "There's still in the bowl, you can heat it yourself."

"I want you to burn it."

"?" Mu Qianqian, isn't it more fun to do this kind of thing by yourself?

"Will you give it?" Jun Jiuyan, who calmly tried to snatch food from others, was not at all embarrassed, but rather arrogant.

"No," Mu Qianqian didn't understand, "it's obvious here, why do you insist on mine?"

"Guess." Jun Jiuyan gave her two words.

"..." Mu Qianqian, it's alright, whoever let me let others eat hot pot, has to be responsible from the beginning to the end.

Seeing her delicious food entered Jun Jiuyan's bowl, Mu Qianqian's heart ached, it was meat!
Jun Jiuyan was different, the more Mu Qianqian regretted, the more comfortable he felt.

This is probably some kind of psychological trouble. It's quite interesting to bully your own little guy.

Jun Jiuyan hooked the corner of his mouth, "It tastes good."

"..." Mu Qianqian suddenly beat this person to death, forget it after eating, and tell herself the taste? !

"Jun Jiuyan," Mu Qianqian ground her teeth, "You did it on purpose."

"No," Jun Jiuyan denied, "I just happen to want to eat."

"Oh." Mu Qianqian rolled her eyes, and the ghost believed his words.

Looking at his expression, he was almost happy to the bone, as happy as anything, not yet.

"I won't snatch yours anymore, you continue to eat." Jun Jiuyan knew enough was enough, the little guy's rations couldn't be snatched, otherwise she would be unhappy.

"It's more or less the same." Mu Qianqian muttered, the yam she had been waiting for for a long time was finally ready.

Soft and delicious, absorbing the full flavor of the bottom of the pot.

Mu Qianqian was so satisfied that she didn't even care about Jun Jiuyan's robbing his ration just now, "This is a must!"

Jun Jiuyan looked at the extra yam in his bowl with a happy expression, "Okay."

How could the little guy not eat when he was actively feeding him.

Mu Qianqian looked forward to it, "Is it delicious?"

"Ah."

"It's gone?" Mu Qianqian was dissatisfied, "I forced this, and it was well received by Everbright people before, so you just disappeared with a single word?"

"Everbright masses?" Jun Jiuyan grasped the point.

"That's right." Mu Qianqian hasn't noticed anything yet, "I've recommended it, and they all say it's delicious."

"Who did you recommend?" Jun Jiuyan stopped eating, put down his chopsticks and looked at Mu Qianqian.

"My classmate, my sister, I..." Mu Qianqian opened her mouth, and finally realized something was wrong, "Why are you asking this?"

"curious."

"Just my classmates who went to school with me, my colleagues at work, and my childhood friend." Mu Qianqian explained truthfully.

"Okay." Jun Jiuyan raised his chin, what's the matter with his mentality, he even minded and envied the person who ate hot pot with the little guy before.

Jun Jiuyan pursed his lips, he couldn't let this kind of thoughts develop.

"Mu Qianqian."

"Ah?" Mu Qianqian took the time to glance at him, "What's wrong?"

"If you want to eat hot pot, find me."

"Isn't this eating?" Mu Qianqian asked him, this person is really weird, he is eating, what else do he want to eat.

"I said later."

"Do you think hot pot is delicious!" Mu Qianqian's eyes lit up.

"No."

"then you……"

"It's okay." Jun Jiuyan changed his words.

The taste of hot pot is not important, the main thing is the atmosphere.

Eating hot pot with Mu Qianqian, the atmosphere is very good, Jun Jiuyan is willing to do this.

However, it is impossible to tell Mu Qianqian such words, so Jun Jiuyan followed her, "It is different from other ways of eating, and the experience is different."

Mu Qianqian nodded, "That's true, hot pot makes people happy!"

"Yeah." Jun Jiuyan didn't leave Mu Qianqian's eyes, and the happiness that made him was right in front of him.

"What do you see me doing, are you full?"

When the words came out, Mu Qianqian felt that something was wrong, and explained, "Well, I didn't mean to scold you, I just asked two questions, it's just nice to ask them together,"

Jun Jiuyan raised the corners of his mouth, that's her, she's so out of her mind.

"You're not angry, are you?" Mu Qianqian carefully glanced at Jun Jiuyan, she really wasn't scolding him.

But when these two sentences are connected together, it's like saying that people have nothing to do when they are full.

"No."

Jun Jiuyan is really not angry, this kind of thing will not be taken to heart.

Mu Qianqian breathed a sigh of relief, "That's good, what else do you want to eat?"

In fact, he didn't finish the dishes he ordered, but Jun Jiuyan seldom moved his chopsticks behind him. Mu Qianqian noticed this, maybe he didn't like the dishes.

"No." Jun Jiuyan shook his head.

"You didn't eat much just now, did you not like the food?"

"No," Jun Jiuyan's Adam's apple rolled, and the little guy was able to pay attention to herself while eating, which proved that she was thinking about herself.

This recognition made Jun Jiuyan's happiness level rise a lot, and he picked up his chopsticks again, "I stopped for a while just now, and I will eat now."

"Wow!" Mu Qianqian was surprised, "You have preserved your fighting strength, now is the time to really show your skills!"

"Ah."

I don't know how her brain circuit is long, and I can think of a random sentence, and the corners of Jun Jiuyan's mouth are curved upwards.

"Come on," Mu Qianqian rolled up the sleeves of her clothes, "It's time to test your ability, let's eliminate this pot together!"

"it is good."

A hot pot meal, for Mu Qianqian, the biggest gain is to find that Jun Jiuyan eats a lot.

As for Jun Jiuyan, the relationship between himself and the little guy is getting closer.

Her expression is relaxed and happy, and her words are filled with joy.

Jun Jiuyan raised the corner of his mouth, "Eat hot pot once a week."

"Huh?" Mu Qianqian was stunned. Although the hot pot is delicious, if she eats it every week, she will get angry.

I eat it once or twice a month.

"That," Mu Qianqian licked her lips, "There is something I have to tell you."

Jun Jiuyan nodded.

"Hot pot, it's really delicious, but it's not delicious if you eat it too often. After all, it's delicious when there's less."

"So?" Jun Jiuyan looked at Mu Qianqian.

"So, isn't the frequency of once a week a bit too high?" Mu Qianqian lowered her voice as she said, shrinking her neck, afraid of disturbing Jun Jiuyan's interest. After all, he rarely likes a food, and It's still on my own initiative.

"Then how long do you think is appropriate?" Jun Jiuyan asked her back.

"Just, just, don't count the time, just come when you want to eat, okay?"

Can you? These three words successfully moved Jun Jiuyan, squinting his eyes, "You decide."

Mu Qianqian relaxed herself, taking risks, "Then let's make it so, we will meet again next time."

"it is good."

Then, Jun Jiuyan stood up, "Anyway, the shop is my own, so I can eat whenever I want."