Mo Fei, who was standing at the door, stiffened suddenly, and hurriedly waved his hand, "No, no." ”

After saying that, she hurriedly ran out, she didn't want her freshly made hairstyle to be ruined by a stinky bird.

At dinner time, Mo Fei held her chin and poked the rice in the bowl with chopsticks, her face was full of doubts about life, she looked at the two people in front of her, and there was a sour taste in her words, "The rice is already cold, why don't I heat it up?"

Xiao Jingyao said: "No, it's already very good, and I trouble you to cook it yourself." ”

Mo Fei's face was arrogant: "You should feel lucky,"

Xiao Jingyao was eating silently, and He Yan put vegetables in her bowl, and his eyes continued to stop at her.

It's just a random use of chopsticks

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