Run wild in the hearts of bigots

Chapter 51
Qin Nian finally knew what she was here for.

It is said that the visitor is a guest.

But now she is like a family nanny, serving the young master Lu who is sitting on the sofa doing nothing.

Young Master Lu set his eyes on her leisurely and elegantly, quietly took out his mobile phone and took pictures of her cooking, with a satisfied smile slightly raised on the corners of his lips.

Qin Nian turned around several times in a row, Lu Yanxiao was like a mouse meeting a cat, he lowered his phone in a panic, pretending to lower his head to play a game.

With her ingenuity, she quickly brought the three dishes and one soup to the table.

The smell of the food alone has fully enticed Lu Yanxiao's appetite.

But Young Master Lu started to be a demon again.

I saw him turn around and coughed several times in a row, the corners of his eyes were reddish, his pale face was full of weakness, and he was leaning against the back of the chair.

He just picked up the chopsticks with one hand, and the rice in the bowl seemed to be against him. He slammed it a few times, but instead of taking a bite of the rice grains, he pulled the rice grains out of the bowl.

A look of surprise flashed across Qin Nian's eyes.

Who is the person who just hugged her with both hands?
Who was the person who tied her apron with both hands just now?

Why is it even a problem to grab a meal now?
Lu Yanxiao didn't speak, put his head against the dining table, and looked at her with a weak and helpless look, as if to imply something.

She was shocked in vain, and an idea came to her: this young master Lu should not want her to feed him personally, right?
In this case...
The nutritious soup that was just served, the scalding soup is still tumbling sizzlingly, steaming again and again.

She was full of hot soup, scooped a spoonful, and handed it directly to his mouth: "Drink some soup to moisten your throat first!"

Lu Yanxiao looked at the hot soup, frowned slightly, the tip of his tongue shrank subconsciously, his Adam's apple moved involuntarily, as if he strongly felt the horror of burning hot into his throat.

"Hurry up and drink it! It's not good to drink when it's cold!" She was suffocating in her Yingying smile!But he urged him with an irresistible tone.

He stared at the spoon, for fear of being forcibly poured in, and even became a little nervous when he spoke: "A little... a little hot!"

"Is it hot? I look alright! Drink it quickly..." Qin Nian felt that she was like the vicious queen in a fairy tale, who enthusiastically gave the poisonous apple to the little princess.

His lips were tightly closed, and the spoonful of soup in front of him seemed to be poisoned, so frightened that he dared not open his mouth.

It wasn't until he felt that he was out of the hot danger period that he opened his mouth obediently.

But Qin Nian mischievously retracted the spoon again, and finally fell into her own mouth.

That naughty appearance seemed to be telling him: just wait for her to feed, think beautiful!
His little trick of trying to be a demon was completely seen through by her, and he was too lazy to continue acting, so he reached out and picked up his chopsticks obediently, and fed his stomach with his own hands.

To be honest, because of physical reasons, he can't eat sweet or spicy food. His appetite is obviously much smaller than that of normal men.

But he looked at the meals Qin Nian made with his own hands, and he couldn't bear to live up to her hard work.

So, he really worked hard.

Trying hard to eat a bowl of rice cleanly,

Trying hard to drink a drop of soup from a bowl,
Work hard to empty all the fish dishes.

His appetite suddenly increased, and his entire stomach was propped up. For him, it was a torment, but in front of her, his face still showed a satisfied smile.

"Ding-dong!" The doorbell rang suddenly.

"I'll open the door!" As the owner of the house, Lu Yanxiao got up and walked towards the door.

He took a package and walked back with a puzzled face.

At the same time, his cell phone rang.

(End of this chapter)