I am most afraid that the air will suddenly be quiet......

The smile on Feige's face froze, he, is it not the right time to come?

However, Fei Ge is no one, he can serve as a chef in the devil team of Bo Jingshen for several years without being tossed and broken, which is destined to have a very strong psychological quality.

He quickly brought the dish over as if nothing had happened, and laughed: "Next time I will definitely knock on the door, you continue, continue." ”

He looked at Bo Depth of Field and deliberately gave a thumbs up: "Depth of Field, this kid, yes, I didn't expect it to be the fastest one for you to get off the list, I thought it was the handsome and lonely Yan Zijin who was looking for a female ticket first, but you were already married." ”

Bo Jingshen straightened up slowly, glanced at Fei Ge, and chuckled: "Thank you for the compliment." ”

"......" Fu Chaochao said that he was no longer ashamed.

In terms of brazenness, she felt that no one could compare to the thin depth of field.

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Although this is a Hunan restaurant, Feige is quite good at Cantonese cuisine, light and delicious with coarse tea and light rice, and it is healthy.

Fu Chaochao ate quickly, bowl after bowl, as if he wanted to sprinkle all his previous resentment on eating.

This is comparable to the momentum of the gentlemen's meal, so that Bo Jingshen can't help but look sideways frequently.

Fu Chaochao noticed his gaze and blinked: "Why do you keep looking at me, the dishes are not appetizing?" ”

Bo Depth of Field: "You seem to have said before that you don't like to eat, but you-"

He looked at the messy table.

Fu Chaochao emphasized again: "I don't like to eat, I'm just hungry." ”

As she spoke, she picked up a piece of winter melon and took a bite hard, and the teeth of her upper and lower jaws collided together to make a crisp clattering sound, which was quite a kind of gnashing of teeth.

Then, she said, "Moreover, I am still young, and I can still grow my body, so I need to eat more nutrients." ”

Fu Chaochao deliberately glanced at the thin depth of field, "Unlike you, you have passed the age of secondary growth." ”

Bo Jingshen never felt that age was a problem, besides, he was only 26 years old, had a house and a car, had a successful career, and had already outperformed most people.

But now, slightly heart-wrenching.

"I think I'm old." His eyes narrowed slightly, and his tone was still nonchalant, but somehow it made people feel a little dangerous.

Fu Chaochao swallowed his cigarette, pulled a few mouthfuls of rice into his mouth at will, and hummed, "I'm full." ”

Bo Jingshen glanced at her, there were still some grains of rice left at the corner of his mouth, he reached out and pinched her face, and took the grains away by the way.

This pinched with an unusually large force, making Fu Chaochao think for a moment whether he was angry about what happened just now.

Seeing the rice in his hand, she muttered, not caring about it.

I can't beat it anyway.

It wasn't until Bo Jingshen drove her home that Fu Chaochao felt that he was not naïve.

Still thinking about fighting people?

No, did she play with a thin depth of field?

After all, her head can only reach his shoulder, and she has to stand on tiptoe to touch him if she wants to do anything, so she has no advantage by nature.

Bo Jingshen saw her wandering and asked, "What are you thinking?" ”

Fu Chaochao: "I'm thinking about how a short person can win against a tall person." ”

Her tone was very serious, as if she was not obsessed with the fact that "you can't touch a thin hair of field" in the restaurant, but was discussing it as a very serious academic issue.

Bisheng also stared at the thin depth of field with those big bright eyes, and his eyes were glowing with curiosity.

Bo Depth of Field didn't look back, but he saw it through the front audition, his tongue on his cheeks, and the corners of his mouth hooked slightly, "Amputate your limbs." ”

“……”

"Fit a taller prosthetic leg and defy your enemies from your height."

“……”