Song Shinian looked at Yan Yu and looked at her gloomily, very uneasy.

She widened her eyes and covered her mouth in horror: "It can't really be disfigured, right?" At that time, her hand slipped, and she only felt that there was a lot of blood on the big guy's face, so in this way, the wound should be very deep.

And the big guy is in such poor health, will he have that strange disease?

For example, first-class blood can't be stopped? Or does it get worse when you have a wound or something?

"Don't worry." Yan Yu glared at her fiercely, gritted his teeth and said, "It'll be fine in two days." ”

"That's good." Song Shi exhaled a long breath.

It's a pity that the big guy concentrated on stir-frying and didn't care about her anymore.

Song Shinian didn't feel bored, she stared at the crayfish in the pot, smelled the fragrant and spicy smell overflowing in the kitchen, and kept swallowing her saliva.

Wait, wait, wait.

After waiting for another half an hour, the delicacies in the world finally came out of the pot.

Then Yan Yu blackened his face and watched Song Shinian run out of the kitchen with a whole pot of crayfish like a greedy cat.

By the time he walked out of the kitchen, the girl had already feasted.

I also pinched my fingers from time to time to suck the soup in the shrimp shell, and my hands were all over the place.

Even the lips were full of oil.

In a few moments, there was a mountain bag of lobster shells in front of her.

It's like a hungry ghost in the face of a famine.

Yan Yu couldn't bear to look at it directly, he turned his face and said angrily, "Can't you eat a little more ladylike?" ”

Song Shinian pinched his index finger and thumb while saying vaguely: "How can you be a lady when you eat crayfish?" ”

The corners of Yan Yu's eyes twitched again, and he said viciously: "Don't talk when eating." ”

Not what you asked?

Song Shinian glared at the big guy with disgust and continued to fight the crayfish.

I have to say that although the big guy is stir-frying for the first time, his craftsmanship is definitely above himself, and the taste is no worse than eating in a restaurant.

Even better than her mom's cooking.

Yan Yu didn't want to pay attention to her, and turned around to leave, this is the mobile phone ringing at that time.

“didadida~~~”

"Big guy!" Song Shinian hurriedly stopped the man who was about to walk away, and said anxiously: "Quickly help me answer the phone." ”

Her hands were full of oily soup, and she couldn't answer the phone.

Yan Yu sighed, turned around and walked to Shi Nian again, looked her up and down, and asked, "Where is the phone?" ”

Song Shinian leaned to the side, twisted his waist and gestured, "In my trouser pocket." ”

Yan Yu: ......

He wrinkled his eyebrows and looked at Shi Nian who was still sitting in his seat, but he lifted his body up, to be exact, his buttocks up, and then continued to eat on his own.

He was depressed: "You can't stand up? ”

Sit there, let him take it?

Song Shinian stood up obediently and directly, "Okay." ”

Yan Yu: ...... Can't Song Shinian refuse with the backbone?

He reached for his phone with a dark face, but the jeans were too tight and the phone fell under her pocket, so she had to reach in to get it.

This inevitably touches the thighs of the year.

So Yan Yu's face darkened even more, and he held his breath and tried his best to hold the phone without distraction.

"Yikes!" Song Shinian suddenly shouted.

Yan Yu was interrupted by her exclamation, quickly withdrew his hand, and asked with a blue face, "What's wrong?" ”

Song Shinian giggled: "You just touched my itchy flesh." ”

Yan Yu was suffocated when he heard this.

Why didn't he go any faster just now?!