Chapter 128： The feeding machine with untouched feelings, and untouched feelings

Chapter 128: The feeding machine with no feelings, and the eating machine with no feelings

Qiao Yi: "..."

Uncle Jiang, this is a lie to the military, the boss is clearly at home!

Qiao stood up and said, "Hehehe, Mr. He, I, I don’t know you are at home. I bought a lot of things. I want to wait for you to come home from get off work in the afternoon and make it for you. I..."

He Yunting followed her gaze and looked towards the kitchen. Sure enough, the large and small bags on the guide platform were all filled with bags, and his expression softened.

The little liar didn’t lie this time.

He pulled the chair of the main seat of the table and sat down, and said faintly, "I'm hungry."

"Huh?" Qiao was at a loss, "Oh oh oh, noodles, I will make noodles at noon, okay? Or do you want to eat something else, I will make it for you?"

Qiao looks flattering in a child's shoes. Since he has made up his mind to flatter, he has to shoot it all at once.

He Yunting's expression eased again, "No, what do you eat, what I eat."

"Okay." As soon as Joe put down the bowl and was about to turn around, he suddenly paused.

He Yunting looked at her.

"Well, that, Mr. He, the little dolphin hasn't eaten it yet. The noodles are already cooked. If you don't eat it, it will be cold. Can you feed him?"

He Yunting looked at his son, and in exchange for his disliked sweep, he immediately turned his head away.

His eyelids twitched, and reached out, Joe handed him a bowl, and then pushed the chicken wings in front of He Yunting.

"President He, these three chicken wings are all small dolphins. If you feed a few bites of noodles, just feed him one chicken wing, and feed it so that it is easy to digest."

He Yunting: "……"

Little Dolphin: Hmph, Baba feed me, the meat is not fragrant anymore.

After Joe left, the father and son stared at each other with big eyes.

He Yunting had a cold face, holding a small porcelain bowl of Doraemon half the size of his palm in his hand, picking up a pinch of noodles, and stiffly sending it to the little dolphin’s mouth, "eat."

The little dolphin refused to cooperate and turned his head to one side.

He Yunting couldn’t help, and took another piece of chicken wings, sent it to him, and ordered again, "Eat."

The scent floated into the nose, the little guy sniffed, no, it smells good, I really want to eat it.

No, he has to hold back and must not eat the food sent by the enemy!

He Yunting's face sank, with a faint sign of anger.

"How is it? Did you feed the little dolphin? Just now he..."

As soon as Joe walked out of the kitchen, the little dolphin immediately turned his head and bit the chicken wing when he heard her voice.

He Yunting was taken aback, slowly let go of his chopsticks, turned his head, and all naturally said to Qiao, "Xiaoyu is very well-behaved and eats well."

Joe smiled, "That's good." He turned and went back to the kitchen.

After Joe left, the father and son returned to the ice age again. He Yunting gave a bite, and the little dolphins took a bite. There was no communication during the whole process, just like a feeding machine with no feelings, and a eating machine with no feelings.

Waiting for Joe to put a bowl of hot mixed sauce on the noodle table at one end, He Yunting's feeding project finally came to an end.

He vowed to find a feeding aunt back as soon as possible!

"Why is my face different from his?"

He Yunting looked at a large bowl of sauce-red noodles and twisted his eyebrows.

Qiao Yi explained, "I specially redo it for you. The noodles with miscellaneous sauce and fresh meat are better than tomato and egg noodles. Try it."

"The noodles he ate just now were green." He Yunting looked at her, and there was one difference.

Qiao Yi: "..."

It’s spinach noodles for children. You are such an adult, so do you want to eat it too?

She tried to keep a smile, “It’s spinach water and the noodles that came out, so it’s green. I only made a little bit and it’s specially prepared for the little dolphins.”

After hearing this, He Yunting glanced at his son, Xiaoyu's face was arrogant, and his little face was full of words: My face is mine, and Qiao Yi's is mine too! You, hum!

He retracted his gaze, did not speak any more, picked up his chopsticks and ate the noodles.

...Whoop! Joe let out a sigh of relief.

Banjun is like a tiger, eating a meal is so difficult, she must find the opportunity to move out of the villa as soon as possible.

Four more ends, good night everyone, good dreams! Little cute, little fairies, ladies, voting votes, the author kneels for votes~

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