Chapter 145

Teng Jiuyan sat on the seat, he was a little irritable inexplicably.

In the face of normal people's food, he is difficult to swallow every time.

A few times before, he was fed into her mouth. He didn't try it well at all, so he ate it carelessly.

It's her taste.

For ordinary people, eating normally is nothing more ordinary than a bloody test.

Tang Zhiya watered the flowers outside the house.

When she returned to the room, she saw her son sitting on the chair with a face as if he were dead.

She went over and asked, "what, nervous?"

After that happened many years ago, my son didn't eat at home or anywhere.

He was incredibly resistant to food.

Over the years, they've been looking for ways.

I don't know how many first-class famous doctors at home and abroad I have seen.

Teng Jiuyan's sense of taste no longer exists, as if lost forever.

"He closed himself up," said Bree, a science doctor

That incident hit him too hard.

Even time could not repair his broken heart.

Looking at the son sitting on the chair, his strong posture took up the full chair, making the space on that side extremely cramped.

His black eyes were still as cold as frost.

Can accidentally slightly twitch fingers, exposed his inner feelings.

Taishan collapsed in front of him, in accordance with the color does not change, facing the sound of cooking in the kitchen, but has become a wound licking trapped animals.

Tang Zhiya is deeply distressed.

But she understood that her son didn't need her sympathy, so she said with a smile: "then you have breakfast slowly, I'll go upstairs to make up, and later I'll play mahjong with a group of wives."

Teng Jiuyan nodded.

The servants around also stepped down consciously.

Teng Jiuyan is the only one left in the restaurant.

When Jin Xixi came out with a bowl of porridge, she found that all the servants in the room were gone. She said with a smile, "eh, why did everyone leave?"

Then she went to the table and put the porridge on the table.

Fragrant porridge sprinkled with a little onion, not to mention more delicious.

Jin Xixi's black eyes were shining.

She grabbed the spoon, handed it to Teng Jiuyan, looked expectant, and said to him, "you try my craft."

As a foodstuff, cooking is also good.

I don't know if the shredded chicken porridge is suitable for his taste.

Teng Jiuyan picked up the spoon and smelled the smell of porridge in the bowl. He frowned slightly.

"What's the matter, don't you like it?" Jin Xi is nervous.

There was an uneasiness in his black eyes.

He closed his eyes and said in a light voice, "you feed me."

Er.

Jin Xi smokes.

How proud is this man?

I want her to feed him after breakfast, but there is no SEI.

She grabbed the iron spoon in his palm and scooped up a spoonful of sweet and glutinous shredded chicken porridge.

The porridge is a little hot.

Brag -

she blows gently.

Eyes slightly closed Teng Jiuyan, heard the sound, slowly opened his eyelids.

Her pink lips toot up, blowing carefully at the spoon, careful appearance, affection flow.

Instead, his heart gradually calmed down.

Restlessness is also a trace away.

At the bottom of her heart, the arrogant devil was shocked by her lovely and moving appearance, and gradually had a tendency to bow down.

"Ah, open your mouth." She raised her spoon and said.

Teng Jiuyan's eyes looked at her straightly, and his eyes didn't stay on the white jade porridge for a second.

Porridge between the entrance, there is a trace of sweet.

Among the five flavors, the only one triggered is sweetness.

The taste is countless times sweeter than the sugar water tried in Uncle Feng's side.

His stiff teeth fell into a corn kernel, and instinctively he began to chew.

When Jin Xixi saw that he was finally eating, he looked at him with black eyes, full of tension and uneasiness.

She was really worried that he would spit out the porridge.

That's a shame.

The throat rolls.

He swallowed this mouthful of food.

Without the push of the tip of her tongue, he made a swallow on his own.

Every cell in the body is roaring and boiling.

"Is it delicious?" Jin Xi asked tentatively.

Teng Jiuyan's eyes fell on her amazing face and moved slightly.

"Well."

He made a nasal sound without even raising his lips.

The bottom of Jin Xi's eyes fell into a trace of disappointment.

His expression was so flat that he seemed dissatisfied with what she had done."If you don't want to eat, I'll make something else for you?" She asked.

Jin Xixi is an immortal Xiaoqiang. It doesn't matter if she doesn't eat shredded chicken porridge. She can also make egg cakes, pasta and so on.

Teng Jiuyan said lightly: "no need."

His inner feelings can be described as volcanic eruption.

But there is not a trace of expression in the face, face as usual cold.

"Do you still eat that?" She said in a faint mood.

"Well." He nodded.

Seeing that he said he would continue to eat, Jin Xi's lost mood was swept away.

How did she forget that the great devil was always cold, even excited and happy, he always seemed to be a constant iceberg face.

Maybe she misinterpreted it.

Maybe he likes it.

When she was in high spirits, she narrowed her eyes and laughed, picked up the spoon and gave him another bite.

This time Teng Jiuyan's reaction is more eccentric than the previous second.

In the dark eyes, there was a fleeting joy.

Jin Xi stares at him all the time. Her mood flies, but she still looks at him.

She couldn't help but feed him one mouthful after another.

Before long, Teng Jiuyan ate up a bowl of shredded chicken porridge.

As a chef, the happiest thing is that the food is swept away by the customers.

She couldn't shut her mouth with laughter.

"Jiuye, next time I'll cook tomato and egg noodles for you, OK? One of my favorite foods. " She volunteered.

Teng Jiuyan glanced at her and said, "is there anything you don't like to eat?"

I don't know who is eating big bowl noodles live.

It's a standard food.

Jin Xixi said with a smile, "Jiuye should be a bit more kind. Some things are known to be true. If you don't tell them, Hello, I'm good, everyone. Hey, hey, hey."

When he finished eating, she strode back to the kitchen and began to eat with a bowl of shredded chicken porridge.

At the same time, he was holding a fried dough stick made by sister-in-law GUI.

"Do you want fried dough sticks?" She took a big sip from the bowl.

The words are also ambiguous.

She felt something when she ate. She took a big mouthful of porridge and a mouthful of fried dough sticks. She chewed all the time, as if she was eating Xianjiang qiongye, not to mention how delicious it was.

After eating porridge, she put away the dishes and chopsticks, went into the kitchen, took out a fried dough stick and took a bite.

A small mouth is greasy and moving at a very fast speed.

Pouted lips are bright red, like a bright grass plum.

He did not want to, a hand, a hook on her head, blocking her fragrant lips.

Jin Xixi is caught off guard. He kisses him. He wants to struggle, but he can't get rid of it.

A man's hand is as strong as a pestle. She's been kissed in the dark.