C17 This Is Great

Lang Yan looked at the mixed chicken that had teeth marks, smiled and bent down, eating the mixed chicken in his mouth, chewing on it carefully: "The mixed chicken that has Mr Hee's saliva is different, the taste is sweet, delicious."

Hee Zhuolun squinted his eyes: "Really? "Then you have to eat a few more pieces. Otherwise, you won't have the chance to do so in the future."

He threw away the spoon that Lang Yan had eaten and changed it to a new one, but Lang Yan took it away instead: "I think the reason that Mr Hee is unsatisfied is not only because the porridge is not good, but also because I have not served it well enough, so, Mr Hee, let me feed you first."

He sat beside Hee Zhuolun, scooped up a spoonful of porridge and handed it over to Hee Zhuolun. However, when he was about to speak, he suddenly stopped.

"Oh right, the porridge is too hot. It needs blowing." The young man took a deep breath, then he quickly aimed at the spoon and blew forcefully, causing the rice grains in the porridge to fly out towards Hee Zhuolun.

Hee Zhuolun's smile froze on his face.

Good, very good.

It was the first time anyone had dared to blow porridge on his face.

"Mr Lang, your lung capacity is not bad."

"Thank you for your praise." As if he didn't see the grain on Hee Zhuolun's face, Lang Yan smiled and placed the spoon next to Hee Zhuolun's mouth: "Mr Hee, you can drink now."

Hee Zhuolun saw that there were only a few drops of porridge left on the spoon, and lowered his head to drink, following that, he picked up the other spoon, scooped up the hottest, most scalding porridge water at the bottom of the lunchbox, and stuffed it into Lang Yan's mouth: "Mr Lang, don't just focus on feeding me, you should also drink some porridge."

Lang Yan frowned, but still smiled and drank the porridge in his mouth, enduring the heat, he picked up the youtiao and bit off a big chunk of it, then handed it to Hee Zhuolun: "Mr Hee, eat some fried dough sticks, the porridge with the youtiao will taste the best."

Hee Zhuolun looked at the youtiao that was stained with porridge and the corners of his eyes twitched.

He had never eaten anything that anyone else had bitten.

Seeing him open his mouth, Lang Yan quickly stuffed the youtiao in.

Seeing the smile in Lang Yan's eyes, Hee Zhuolun squinted his eyes, picked up the straw and inserted it into the soy milk, directly dropping it into Lang Yan's nose.

Lang Yan was startled. "You …"

"Mr Lang has said so much, drink soy milk to clear his mouth."

Hee Zhuolun suddenly squeezed hard into the soy milk cup, and the soy milk immediately entered Lang Yan's nostrils through the straw.

Lang Yan dodged quickly, but there were still some soy milk that entered his throat, making him cough continuously, and he almost could not hold back from bursting out.

This man was indeed not as gentle as he appeared to be.

Hee Zhuolun smiled, "Mr Lang, I am so sorry. My eyes aren't good, and I treated you as my mouth."

Lang Yan choked until his face was red, and waved his hand: "It's alright, Mr Hee doesn't have to blame himself."

When his breathing had gone smoothly, he reached out to grab Hee Zhuolun's shoulder and patted it, saying: "I realized that although the porridge in this shop isn't good, the soy milk is still pretty good."

Lang Yan reached out his other hand towards Hee Zhuolun's table and opened the soya-bean milk cup with one hand.

Hee Zhuolun was alarmed, he stared intently at the soy milk, guessing that Lang Yan might directly throw it at him.

Unexpectedly, when Lang Yan withdrew his hand, his elbow knocked over the two bowls of porridge in front of Hee Zhuolun.

Hee Zhuolun's reaction was extremely fast, he opened his legs and quickly stood up. However, he was pushed back into the chair by the hand on his shoulder, and at the same time, the porridge was poured onto his crotch.

"Aiya, look at how careless I am. Mr Hee, I'm really sorry." Lang Yan hurriedly took out a tissue and wiped Hee Zhuolun's crotch with it. "Mr Hee, are you alright?

With his method of rubbing it, it was either scalded or damaged.

Hee Zhuolun's face was dark and cold.

At this time, a tender child's voice at the side asked, "Big sister, what are these two uncles doing?"

"Basis!"

Hee Zhuolun, "..."

Lang Yan, "..."