rose with snow

Biting the salad fork with Lu Xuewen, they exchanged countless glances.

Even Yu Sheng, who met Song Yingshi and Huaixu on the first day, instantly understood what the two people in the WeChat group were screaming before.

Is Song Yingshi so good at acting like a baby?

It's fine to let Huai Xu bring food for him, but he still stares at him eagerly, like a little sheep waiting to be fed.

Too... so good!

Amidst the different thoughts of the people at the table, Huai Xu came back with a bowl of salad, and she put the salad in front of Song Yingshi.

In fact, Song Yingshi hadn't thought of how to let Huaixu feed her in a logical way. Could it be possible to throw the chopsticks on the ground?What a low-level excuse.

While racking her brains, she looked down, and there were several prawns in the salad besides the salad greens and mashed potato balls.

Song Yingshi had an idea in an instant.

She took two mouthfuls of mashed potatoes, kicked Huai Xu's calf under the table, and pointed at the shrimp with her chopsticks.

Huai Xu asked slowly, "Want to eat?"

Huaixu has received the signal!

Song Yingshi's eyes lit up, she nodded and continued to hint:

"I'm too lazy to peel it off."

Compared with the past, Huai Xu seems to have opened up the two veins of Ren and Du this time, and the efficiency of receiving orders is extremely high.

But I wasted time in queuing just now, and the task countdown has reached the last minute, and there is no chance for a second shrimp, success or failure depends on it.

The tender red prawns made Huai Xu's fingertips so white that they were almost transparent, but Song Yingshi didn't care to appreciate them.

Song Yingshi kept her eyes on Huaixu's movements.

Huai Xu asked Tao Qin to borrow a wet towel to wipe his hands, and peeled the prawns clean, leaving only the prawn tail shell which was easy to hold.

After Huaixu finished peeling the prawns, when she raised her eyes to Song Ying who was following the prawns, the corners of her lips curled up.

Are you so hungry?

Thinking of Song Ying, she must be really hungry. When Huai Xu didn't tease Song Ying this time, she reached out to put the shrimp on Song Yingshi's dinner plate——

Song Yingshi suddenly leaned over and took the shrimp away in one bite.

For a moment, the soft and moist touch wrapped around Huaixu's fingertips, and then slipped away.

Her hands stopped in mid-air.

Song Yingshi sat back, biting the prawn meat and smiling:

"good to eat."