Chapter 268

People generally have a herd mentality. When they watch others boast that TV dramas are good-looking, they also want to take a look at them. The same is true for food.

Qin Qing began to eat more than ten strings of vegetables since she sat down. Every time, she gave a reserved and beautiful smile and said it was delicious. Others didn't say it. In fact, she was itchy and eager to taste it.

Does major general Feng live in the wild all year round, so he has practiced the good skill of barbecue?

Song ruye's request is really a sleepy pillow. Seeing that the indifferent and noble man also generously distributed the food, others pushed the boat along the water and gathered around to taste the products created by high technology.

With food as a bridge of communication, people also opened their chatterboxes.

"Feng Shao, I don't ask for more, just the string of corn. It depends on your skill." Fang Kong is a good hand at shooting whiskers and sliding horses. Opening his mouth is a good word.

Unfortunately, today's level is obviously poor. The man didn't even give him one in his eyes.

It is the exquisite thread of the southern eyebrows of the eyebrow of the southern eyebrow, which is smiling. "I look at Mr. Feng," he said. "This is not an easy one today. The lines are smooth and the details are handled well."

The key is that the man has turned his body intentionally or unintentionally for several times during the barbecue just now.

Sure enough, the next second Nanxu's plate was divided into two more strings of mushrooms. The man's cold face softened a little with the response. His voice was low and magnetic: "well, Qin Qing designed it himself."

Although there was no change in the tone of voice, it was very deliberate to pause for a while in person.

"..." Nanxu suddenly regretted taking this remark. He also felt that his stomach was full and his heart was hurt.

Qin Qing turned his head and silently shrugged his shoulders. He was disturbed by this sentence from the corner of his mouth that had been suppressed just now. After a while, he continued to talk, "why didn't you wear it before?"

In fact, after Qingcheng produced men's clothes, she customized a cabinet of clothes for men at the beginning, but she seldom saw him wear them when she came back. She observed it several times and thought the other party didn't like it.

Now, hearing the speech, the man's eyebrows are also slightly wrinkled, like embarrassment. He solemnly said, "they will get dirty."

Because I'm afraid of getting dirty, I've never been willing to wear it. I have to wear it on important occasions.

Qin Qing was stunned for a moment. He never thought it would be such an answer. It took him a long time to realize that there was still a circle around him. He quickly bowed his head and coughed gently against his lips with his hands. The corners of his mouth couldn't stop lifting up.

What to do? She thinks her guardian is damn cute.

But in addition to the protagonist, the other melon eaters are already numb and close to petrified.

Fang Kong touched his stomach and said to himself, "I can't stand this kind of scare when I'm old. Hurry to eat something to calm down."

Then he buried his head in his chopsticks and stuffed the vegetarian into his mouth. The next second, he petrified again.

Nanxu also turned his eyes toward the sky. "I'd better eat, otherwise I'm really full, I shouldn't have come."

She muttered in a trance. She also chose to fill her stomach, and then was also cursed.

As the contents of the baking tray entered other people's mouths one by one, Qin Qing lightly raised her eyes and scanned the increasingly silent scene. Finally, she lowered her eyebrows and decided to shut up.

When song ruye came here, she was still full of expectation. She first put on a satisfied expression, Ao Wu stuffed a big mouth, and then the occlusal muscles moved, and the stretched eyebrows changed suddenly.

"Wow..." she covered her mouth and endured for two seconds. Finally, she couldn't bear to turn her head and spit out, "how can it be so bad? A fighter in dark cuisine..."

She grabbed the cup, poured water, took two breaths, and was quite outspoken.

“……”

The scene was quiet for a moment. Everyone covered their mouths and glanced at Song ruye with a brave look. Qi Qi tacitly stepped back two steps to avoid hitting the fish in the pond later.

Feng Yan's action of turning and baking was in the air. His deep eyes stared at the opposite without a trace of temperature. Before the snowstorm, his tone was calm and said, "it's terrible?"

His questioning never fluctuated in tone. It was straightforward, like a machine reading, but at this moment, song ruye read the expectations in each other's words out of thin air.

To tell the truth, song ruye is not ignorant of personnel. Although she is afraid of the cold appearance of men, she will not do anything to dismantle the stage in public. However, the big mouth just now can be called highly toxic and very acceptable.

Now, if you want to refute, you look very hypocritical.

So after thinking for a few seconds, song ruye closed his eyes, and Ling ran placed his head in Dayi, "HMM."

At that time, Luo Zihang had grabbed her arm and was ready to tear the man away before the man started. After all, song ruye had to be disabled even if she didn't die because of the other party's combat effectiveness.

Lao Hei looked nervous on one side and wanted to slap his bear child and tell the truth.

Feng Yan, with his back straight, put a mushroom in his mouth. One second, two seconds, three seconds... Half a minute later, he stood up.

"What are you going to do?" Qin Qing pulled each other's sleeves and stopped him without much effort. She didn't worry that men would beat people because of this, but she didn't want him to leave.

Feng Yan was afraid of hurting her hand. Xu Tuo opened the fingertips on the cuffs and sipped his thin lips. Then he said, "I'll get you stomach medicine."

His face was gloomy, not really good-looking, but he was angry with himself.

Other people and themselves find it difficult to swallow things. The girl just ate all the way without saying a word and had to agree with herself. This feeling of being forced is very uncomfortable, especially when he wants a girl carefully, his irritable mood makes him want to beat himself.

Qin Qing didn't let go. He smiled gently at the speech and said gently: "it's not so serious. People have their own strengths. You're not good at cooking, and it's not a disadvantage."

While talking, she hooked her fingertips and brought people back. Pointing to the rest of the baking tray, she said, "my hands are inconvenient, so oral teaching, you do it. Brush a little oil on the string of mushrooms first, put salt, and you take sugar."

Reaching out to put the seasoning in the correct order of a mess, Qin Qing lightly picked it with her fingertips, kept her wrist flat, and flexibly sprinkled salt on the food. The hot baking pan immediately sent out a normal smell.

"Don't move." Feng Yan reached out to pick up the seasoning bottle with disapproval. He accidentally pinched the girl's soft hand with his fingertips, paused slightly, and then turned the food over as usual.

Qin Qing looked at each other's serious and handsome side face. When her fingers were pulled back from the baking tray, if they seemed to rub the back of each other's hands, she looked at each other again and found that each other's ears were getting redder and redder.