She likes to eat a lot of things, and spicy chicken is just one of them.

Ning Jiao looked at the other dishes that had not been touched yet, thinking of the comfort of eating spicy chicken just now, and her eyes were shining when she stared at them.

She thought to herself: it would be nice to be able to eat so many delicious foods every day, but it is unlikely.

Today, I don't know why Song Chumo called her to the dining room to eat together, maybe she was in a good mood, and suddenly remembered that there was such a beauty as her in the backyard, and she couldn't bear to leave her in the backyard to wither and wither alone, so she called her to the dining room to eat together.

Someone thought to himself shamelessly and narcissistically, and stretched out his chopsticks to pick up other dishes.

Ning Jiao, who was full of food on this table, forgot that she was holding chopsticks for private use, forgot to change them to chopsticks, and used them directly.

She didn't notice it, but Shui Ruo and Guan Xiang, who were serving them next to her, did.

The two glanced at each other, looked at Song Chumo, who had seen all of Ning Jiao's movements in their eyes, knowing that it was private chopsticks and hadn't reminded her to change them, with shocked faces.

Guan Xiang: The prince didn't confess to let Mrs. Ning change? Are you really interested in Mrs. Ning?

Shui Ruo: Ahhh

…

Ning Jiao, who was occupied by food, said her evaluation of that dish to Song Chumo every time she ate a dish.

The man listened to her silently, not saying a word.

Whenever I hear her say something that is not hot enough and almost tastes good, write it down.

Song Chumo secretly thought in his heart: When Ning Jiao goes back later, he asked someone to pass the word to the cook, and the next time she cooks it, the time will be slightly longer, and she must ensure that she likes it.

As soon as he thought of this, he suddenly heard Ning Jiao's cough, "Cough...... Ahem......"

Song Chumo's heart trembled, and when he raised his eyes, he saw that Ning Jiao's fair little face was coughing, rapidly turning red at a speed visible to the naked eye, and her moist eyes were also full of tears in an instant.

To prevent the rice from being sprayed on the plate, Ning Jiao hurriedly turned her head and coughed at the air next to her, her throat was spicy and painful.

"Water, give me water...... Ahem...... "She coughed as she reached out and pulled Song Chumo's sleeve, her voice sounding pitiful and miserable.

Song Chumo, who can choke herself when she eats: "......"

What else could he say?

Angry and helpless, he asked Guan Xiang to fetch water, and Song Chumo advised, "It's best to be cold." ”

"Wait a minute, Lord Wang." Wan Xiang turned around and ran quickly towards the dining room, but in a few moments, she came over with a kettle.

As soon as Guan Xiang filled the teacup, Song Chumo reached out and took the teacup away and handed it to Ning Jiao's lips.

She lifted her head, put her head together, and drank into the teacup.

Song Chumo scolded her softly, "No one robs you, you can't eat slowly, you have to make yourself like this before you are willing?" ”

Ning Jiao: "......"

I didn't think I'd get choked.

And I'm already eating very slowly, and I'm destined to choke on it, what can I do.

But she didn't dare to say this in front of Song Chumo.

Ning Jiao gulped and drank the water from the teacup, and looked at Guan Xiang with a blank look, waiting for her to pour some more.

Guan Xiang noticed her gaze, and was about to pour her another glass, but Song Chumo raised his hand and stopped it, "I still have to eat, drink less water, it's almost the same after drinking so much just now." ”

Ning Jiao looked back at him, her face full of pity: "But, my throat is uncomfortable, it's spicy." ”