Chapter 459 (2/2)
When Mo Wu left, Huan Qinyan poked out his head and stared at the bowl of Hydrangea shark fin in casserole.
”Eat.” Jimo is lazily leaning on the collapsed table, elegant and leisurely, with encouragement in her eyes.
With permission, Huan Qingyan ran to the small table happily, squatted down and picked it up impolitely.
Chopsticks are not used. They are directly grasped by hand.
I ate happily and vividly. Seeing Jimo Ya looking at her with interest, I seemed a little embarrassed. I grabbed a handful and handed it to Jimo Ya's face. ”Uncle, this dish is delicious! Uncle, you can eat it too.”
The soup dripped on the corner of Jimo.
Jimo Ya tried to resist the impulse to give her a clean technique. Her lips took a charming radian, smiled and said, ”I don't eat, it's all yours, eat slowly.”
Huan Qingyan didn't talk to him politely, ”uncle, it's very kind of you.”
”Then you will follow me and have delicious food every day. Would you like to?” Jimo's smile expands and goes with the trend.
The magic inclined Yan immediately tangled.
Delicious! I really want to eat!
But, ”if I don't go home, my mother will worry about me.”
Jimo Ya's slender eyelashes drooped down, rustling to cover the bad mood at the bottom of her eyes, and cajoled, ”no, I'll let someone tell your mother that it's safe to follow me, so she won't worry about you.”
Poor little Qingyan, whose IQ is only three or four years old, can't turn around at all. ”Then I'll go to kindergarten, too. The kindergarten teacher said I can't be absent from school often.”
”Do you think it's fun to go to kindergarten or have delicious fun with me every day?”
Yan didn't hesitate, ”delicious choice!”
”That's good.” Jimoya habitually touched her little face. When she saw that her face was dirty like a flower cat, there was really no place to start.
I had to take it back.
A bowl of Hydrangea shark's fin in casserole was quickly killed by Huan Qingyan.
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