Zhao Yihuan put down his chopsticks and looked at the red hot pot, very puzzled.

"It's not spicy, this is a clear soup pot? Obviously, I ordered a Sichuan-flavored spicy pot, it should taste spicy, but this pot is ......" Zhao Yihuan couldn't figure it out, and he actually ordered a clear soup pot.

Zhao Yihuan looked listlessly at the boiling water in the pot, gurgling, which was particularly tempting.

However, with just one bite, she knew that this hot pot was prepared for Zhang Yihang.

She raised her eyes to look at Zhang Yihang, her eyes full of the meaning that the vinegar jar had been overturned.

"Why don't you eat it? Isn't the spicy hot pot your favorite?"

"You said that I like spicy hot pot, will you choose one that is not spicy or not?"

"No, it won't. Is this because you care about me?" Zhang Yihang covered his mouth and smiled.

"It's not going to be a ghost, it all makes you think, it's amazing! Zhao Yihuan actually applauded in order to satirize Zhang Yihang, one after another, the ups and downs of applause actually showed a sense of rhythm.

"I'm stupid, isn't this all forced by you?" Zhang Yihang said coquettishly.

"What I forced was difficult for my strong man. Zhao Yihuan shook his hand helplessly.

Looking at the meat on the table, Zhao Yihuan couldn't lift his spirit, "You eat! You eat! Maybe the proprietress thinks you've lost weight and cooks it for you." ”

Zhao Yihuan propped up his hanging little head with his hands and closed his eyes to recuperate.

When Zhang Yihang saw her like this, he thought to himself, smiling in his mouth, how could he have the leisure to disturb her!

"This little ghost is still so good-looking, still so attractive, my heart is still occupied by you. Zhang Yihang's eyes have been looking at Zhao Yihuan.

Until the moment Zhao Yihuan raised his eyes, Zhang Yihang was still staring at Zhao Yihuan.

"What do you look at so fascinating, right...... What's going on behind me?" Zhao Yihuan tilted his head sideways and looked back, everyone was still drinking soup and eating meat, the kind that didn't care.

"Hey, what the hell are you looking at?" Zhao Yihuan looked at Zhang Yihang, who was still in the fugue.

"Look at you. ”

Hearing these two words, Zhao Yihuan had no choice but to hang his head again, wanting to peek at whether the other party was still paying attention to himself, but when he raised his eyes, he could only see half of Zhang Yihang's face, and he couldn't see his eyes at all.

At this time, she wanted to bury her face in the soil, at least he couldn't see herself, maybe in this way, she could feel a little better.

Zhang Yihang thought to himself, "I haven't seen you so shy as you are today before, maybe you still have a heart for me." ”

However, he quickly thought of the next scene, if he deliberately made everything too obvious, it would be easy for Zhao Yihuan to find out.

But three years after three years, Zhang Yihang didn't want to wait any longer.

"Hey, get up and eat with me. Today's clear soup pot is also good!" Zhang Yihang held up his chin with his fingers slightly curled, and his eyes still did not move away from her.