The first bamboo horse: spoiled little green plum

Chapter 212 0212. Don't be afraid, I am here. (7)

Zhuang Xinian was aroused infinite curiosity by Mu Qingyun's rhetoric.

She never doubted that Mu Qingyun was staring at him, just like she never doubted Jiang Shaoheng when he made any decision.

As the dishes were served one after another, one after another, the same size and size of gold-rimmed plates, the same amount of dishes were divided into two obvious portions and placed on the same plate, clearly distinguishing each other. But unusually harmonious.

Zhuang Xinian kept sighing, staring at those exquisite dishes.

There are 66 dishes!

Zhuang Xinian counted three times!

"Here, Mu Qingyun, can we finish all these dishes?" Zhuang Xinian swallowed with some difficulty, and looked at Mu Qingyun.

"You can eat at ease! I didn't ask them to serve these things according to the original amount. There are only 66 dishes, and the total amount is at most ten dishes!" Mu Qingyun waved his hand, and then asked Zhuang Xi to read Sitting down, he served her a bowl of soup first.

"Their soup is very fresh! Try it!" Mu Qingyun looked at Zhuang Xinian expectantly.

Zhuang Xinian picked up the spoon and took a sip into his mouth.

The delicious taste is in the mouth and the taste buds have a super experience of frying and frying!

Zhuang Xinian drank the remaining half bowl of soup in one gulp.

"It's so delicious!!"

The light in Mu Qingyun's eyes became brighter, "Try other dishes! Make sure you want to swallow your tongue!"

It is definitely a very happy thing to share something that you think is great with your friends and get the same appreciation from your friends!

The two swept all the 66 dishes on the table into their stomachs like a gust of wind sweeping away fallen leaves.

Both of them are in their teens, when they need to take in enough energy and nutrition, so the disc operation is no problem at all!
Not to mention that both of them are people who practice taekwondo, and their appetites will not be small.

"It's so delicious! I'm so full!" Zhuang Xinian slumped on the chair without any image, hiccupping from time to time.

Mu Qingyun couldn't bear it anymore, and imitated Zhuang Xinian's paralysis, and after feeling a little comfort in his squeezed stomach, he slowly said: "It's delicious, I'll bring you here next time!"

"Okay! I still want to bring brother Shaoheng!" Zhuang Xinian said happily.

Mu Qingyun rolled his eyes and complained to her: "Have you been poisoned by Jiang Shaoheng? You never leave Jiang Shaoheng's words when you come out to play?"

Zhuang Xinian hummed softly, "So what? Brother Shaoheng works hard, okay? He works so hard every day, and he never takes the initiative to come out to play and have fun. Of course I want to Follow him!"

Mu Qingyun: "..."

The silly girl is hopeless.

Can she treat someone as boring as Jiang Shaoheng so wholeheartedly?

"Recently Brother Shaoheng seems to be more tired than before. I have visited him several times and I can still see his dark circles." Zhuang Xinian's tone was a little low, "Hey, what do you think can cure dark circles?"

Mu Qingyun: "..."

I can't talk to my fans anymore, I'll be pissed off sooner or later!

"Why don't you talk? Don't you know? Didn't you say that you know a lot about food?" Zhuang Xinian kept asking with an innocent face.

Mu Qingyun: "..."

When did I say that I know a lot about food? !What I said clearly is that I know what is delicious! !

　Second more.

　　exhausted.

　　Ask for a ticket!
　　
　
(End of this chapter)