Bian Jin's voice was cautious, he seemed to be stunned in place, not moving, and his voice was a little distorted.

Tong Yaoyao blinked, "Don't you like it?" When I had dinner last night, I saw that you ate very little, and you didn't seem to be able to digest it later, because your stomach was not good. ”

"The stomach has to be nourished slowly, and breakfast every day is very important!"

Tong Yaoyao said, pushed the porridge in front of Bian Jin, and then remembered something and stood up.

"Wait a minute, I forgot to grab the spoon!"

After Tong Yaoyao finished speaking, she ran to the kitchen with her little short legs.

Bian Jin stood up all of a sudden and made a move to catch Tong Yaoyao.

"Little Sister......

Tong Yaoyao had already run away.

A ruthless straight woman who never looks back.

Bian Jin looked at Tong Yaoyao, and then looked down at the millet lily pumpkin porridge on the table.

The pumpkin was boiled into a puree, the delicate pumpkin puree and the golden millet fused, and Tong Yaoyao added some glutinous rice flour to it, which tasted better.

The porridge is topped with white lily petals in the shape of petals, and a few red wolfberries are huge in the middle.

The porridge is steaming hot, full of color and flavor.

At first glance, it is with heart.

He who used his heart.

He doesn't eat much at every meal, and the entire esports community says that he has a "small stomach", but few people notice his problems.

His teammates also noticed, but a group of men also gave him more money to buy something good to eat.

For the rest, everyone is too busy to take care of themselves, how can they worry about so much.

In short, they are all young, and if they don't eat well and don't feel well, they won't die, everyone has their own suffering, and they don't all carry it by themselves.

Bian Jin stared at the porridge in front of him silently, not moving.

But his hand was quietly placed at his side and clenched into a fist.

This young lady ......

Tong Yaoyao......

Bai Yu watched from the side, his phoenix eyes narrowed, for a long time, with a faint smile on the corner of his lips, and turned around to help Yun Zuofan serve other meals.

Tong Yaoyao came out with a spoon, and Bian Jin had already adjusted his expression.

He looks very soft, soft with some curls, milky white skin, a pair of eyes with dark pupils, and the tails of his eyes are slightly drooping, looking cute and innocent.

Under the high bridge of the nose, the lips are not as thin as other men, but slightly pursed.

With his youthful voice, when he calls his sister, the hearts of his sister and the old aunt melt!

He sat obediently at the table, holding the porridge in front of him in both hands, as if holding a cherished heart.

"Little Sister~~"

♥(ˆ◡ˆԅ)

Little sister, give you a little care.

Tong Yaoyao just came out of the kitchen, and he didn't stand up, just sat and blinked his eyes at Tong Yaoyao.

"Little Sister~"

Why are you so good......

Tong Yaoyao handed him the spoon and said to him.

"Do you want to try it? I don't know your taste either. ”

Bian Jin was reluctant to drink.

Under Tong Yaoyao's urging, he slowly scooped up a small spoonful, blew it seriously, and slowly put it in his mouth.

Tong Yaoyao is quite relieved about her cooking skills, but people who are good at cooking will especially care about the feelings of diners.

"Is it delicious? Isn't it too sweet? ”

Bian Jin pursed his lips, his lips were shining, and when he smiled, his eyes curved into a lovely crescent shape.

"It's sweet~sweet to the heart~"

Tong Yaoyao frowned slightly.

"So sweet? From sweet stomach to heart? What kind of sweetness is this? ”

Bian Jin smiled and nodded, quietly put the spoon down, and said to Tong Yaoyao.

"My stomach and heart are connected, and when my stomach is comfortable, I am happy. Young lady, you go to eat first, you must be tired, eat more. I drank the porridge slowly. ”

Tong Yaoyao was relieved and returned to her seat to eat.

After Tong Yaoyao left, the smile in Bian Jin's eyes became deeper and deeper, and he looked down at the bowl of porridge, and he was reluctant to drink a mouthful.

The first gift from the young lady to him.

The first one.

Unique.

He was going to go back and put it up and put it in the house.

Qiu Quan drank porridge quietly, drank porridge, and from time to time secretly glanced at Bian Jin's porridge, and when Bian Jin turned his head, he snorted coldly.

"Childish."

Bian Jin smiled.

"You're jealous. Be jealous~my~No one will give~"