"

The sound was sweet and greasy, like a cheap fruit candy with too much industrial saccharin.

Cheng Xi has always been straightforward and doesn't like such soft coercion.

What's more, the person this person has ulterior motives to meet is Meng Zhijin.

"Teacher Meng doesn't like to be disturbed when he is resting, so he should wait here." Cheng Xi's voice was a little colder than before.

Su Miaomiao was not very reconciled: "But I really really really really really want to see Teacher Meng, you don't know me..."

But before she finished speaking, Cheng Xi choked her back with her repeated "likes": "If you really like Teacher Meng, don't bother her."

After Cheng Xi finished speaking, she took the small dipping bowl prepared by the program team and walked to the condiment area.

Watching out for someone with ulterior motives for his "teammates" became a fog that covered up Cheng Xi's real reason for rejecting this person.

It also concealed the time when the hostility first appeared.

Cheng Xi was in a bad mood, and she was a little absent-minded when adjusting the seasoning.

Just as she picked up the small long-handled spoon to put the seasoning into the small bowl, someone grabbed her wrist.

A shadow fell from behind Cheng Xi, surrounding her.

Cheng Xi stared at the familiar hand below her eyes, and was stunned for a moment, met Meng Zhijin's eyes unpreparedly and as if expected.

Su Miaomiao's voice was still noisy, but it was inexplicably no longer annoying.

Meng Zhijin, who was supposed to be resting upstairs at this time, came down for some reason, so he changed the small plate from Cheng Xi's hand to his own, and said, "Child, you can't eat coriander, forgot?"

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