Qiao Nuoyi chose to ignore Qin Mo for eating the sweet potatoes he had eaten.

This man's skin was thicker than the city walls, and she really couldn't find the words to hit him.

"What's the introduction?" Jono asked as he munched on the pastry in his mouth and pointed to the gourd with some slurred speech.

Mr. Le glanced back and saw that the gourd immediately stood up from the ground, and when he walked over, he wanted to grab it, "Bar!" ”

This kid has a conscience and knows how to bring wine to honor himself.

Qin Mo lifted the gourd in his hand upward, avoiding Mr. Le's claws, "It's not wine, it's flower tea." ”

As he spoke, he handed the gourd to Jono.

Qiao Nuo stared at the gourd in his hand, and he didn't dare to take it for a long time.

Qin Mo's brows were about to be made into a Sichuan shape, and he specially returned to the palace to make a pot of flower tea and put it in this gourd, just to give Qiao Nuo a pastry and roast chicken to eat.

But what does she mean by that expression now?

Is it because you are afraid of poison?

Qiao Nuo grabbed the roast chicken and fried chestnuts, and then carefully stretched out his index finger to push the gourd away a little, "I don't drink tea, I can't sleep if I drink it, thank you." ”

After speaking, he turned around and sat down on the low stool on the edge of the stove, pulled off the roast chicken leg in his hand and stuffed it into the mouth of Pu'er tea.

Seeing that Qin Moxian's dedication had failed, Mr. Le suddenly recovered from the blow of not having any wine to drink, and reached for the gourd with a smile.

"She doesn't drink, the old man drinks, and the old man won't be unable to sleep."

Qin Mo glanced at his other hand to get the red bean pastry, picked up the gourd, and held it in his arms.

"This king is thirsty." After he finished speaking, he unscrewed the lid of the gourd and poured it into his mouth.

I really him off.

Jono was determined to face him.

But this marriage has been decided, and it is already an ironclad matter, and he has time to let Jono come along.

Or...... Follow her yourself.

Mr. Le saw that he drank all the tea in the gourd, smashed his mouth a few times, and said resentfully: "You are stingy!" ”

Qin Mo ignored him at all, walked to Qiao Nuoyi's side and slapped the low stool that Mr. Le was sitting on just now, sat down by himself, and then grabbed Qiao Nuoyi's hand, dragged the roast chicken in her hand with a chicken wing, and stuffed it into her mouth.

The grilled chicken wings seemed to have a grudge against him, making him bite and rattle.

Jono was afraid that he would snatch the roast chicken from him again, so he put the roast chicken to his mouth and licked it vigorously.

Qin Mo: "......"

Mr. Le looked at this, then at that, and then at the big turtle's big black pearl eyes that could embarrade, and with a "hehe" smile, he hugged the food in a big paper bag on the table and turned around and went out.

He's still old and lonely.

Pu'er Tea reluctantly glanced at Qiao Nuo's sweet roast chicken, and resigned himself to hanging his head and biting a few roasted sweet potatoes and going out.

All of a sudden, Qin Mo and Qiao Nuoyi were left in this kitchen.

Qiao Nuo took a bite of the roast chicken in his mouth, then touched the soil next to him, extinguished all the flames in the stove, clapped his hands, and took down the saliva-stained roast chicken. Bite and tear while walking out.

When he walked to the door, he turned around to Qin Mo, who was still sitting in place, and his eyes followed him wherever he went.

"So, what, I'll take this roast chicken back to the room and eat it, thank you."

After leaving this sentence, Jono hurried away.

Oh my god, the atmosphere of the two of them alone really gave her goosebumps.

What is going on with Qin Mo?

How do you go and return so much food with you?

Don't tell her that she fell off the kang at that time, and the sound of her stomach "gurgling" sounded to him.

Oops, how did she suddenly feel so hot in her face.