Xing'er originally thought that after hearing her threat, Qianmo would definitely restrain herself and dare not provoke her easily. Who knew that he looked at her and smiled arrogantly.

"Oh? Is it? That's good. Don't you know? My grandfather likes spicy food the most! ”

The honest and simple little girl Xing'er is not the opponent of the sharp-toothed Qianmo at all.

The little girl was about to cry angrily, staring at Qianmo.

Looking at the bulging cheeks, the cheeks have become a little girl like a puffer fish, Qianmo only thinks that she seems to be quite cute like this, so cute that people can't help but want to reach out and poke her bulging little cheeks.

With such a thought, he really stretched out the index finger of his left hand towards Xing'er's little face.

When he noticed that his index finger was still stained with the cream from the fruit mille-feuille cake, he withdrew his finger a little sneeringly.

Hey, what the hell was he trying to do?! Do you want to poke someone's little girl's face?

How could he do such a thing!

Thinking like this, Qian Mo couldn't help but dye a thin layer of crimson on his handsome face.

In order to hide the embarrassment of retracting his fingers, Qian Mo returned the plate of fruit mille-feuille cake made of apricots to her.

"Aren't you going to take your work and let Aunt Li taste it and let everyone give you advice? So what are you waiting for? Go ahead! He said.

Seeing Qianmo hand the plate to her eyes, Xing'er was stunned.

Huh?!

What's going on?!

This big villain, who robbed her of her delicious food every time, and never gave up if she didn't eat it clean, actually gave her back what she ate this time?!

It's completely impossible to happen, right?!

Seeing Xing'er's incredible expression, Qianmo became more embarrassed and uncomfortable.

"Ahem, that, Xing'er, what are you doing here? Are you waiting for the master to regret it?! ”

Hearing this, Xing'er finally woke up from her daze, and hurriedly took the plate from Qian Mo's hand, while protecting the cakes on the plate, she looked at Qian Mo with a vigilant face, as if she was afraid that he would snatch these cakes back again.

Qian Mo couldn't help but touch his nose.

Oh, the little girl is looking at him vigilantly.

It's not that every time he teases the little girl to play and rob her of food, he goes too far, so that the little girl has such a high vigilance against him.

Xing'er held the plate in her hand, cautiously walked towards the backyard of the Fengfu hot pot restaurant, and glanced back at Qianmo from time to time, as if to confirm that he would rush up so badly and snatch her cake again.

When she reached the position of the door in the middle of the two courtyards, she subconsciously quickened her pace, and ran into the backyard of the hot pot restaurant at a trot, but after passing through the courtyard gate, she suddenly thought of something, so she paused.

She finally remembered that these cakes were not made by the master, but by her.

The little girl was a little sad and thought to herself, the reason why Qian Mo snatched her cake this time but didn't finish it was because he felt that the taste of what she made was not as good as her master's work, right?

Thinking that she had realized the truth of the matter, Xing'er couldn't help but sigh.