Shen Qianzi was serious, "There is bacon in the hot pot, and he doesn't like to eat it." ”

John nodded, "I like bacon." ”

"Don't worry, you'll be able to eat it in a while!" Shen Qianzi picked up the teacup and took a sip of water, covering the meaning of her eyes.

Yan Weiran looked at John, who had laid out the tablecloth and was looking forward to serving the food, and she was about to cry.

How much he is looking forward to it now, how miserable it will be in a moment.

But he couldn't remind him yet.

Shen Qianzi took the time to appreciate Yan Weiran, who was secretly seasoning.

When the bottom of the pot was served, there was a layer of red chili peppers, which covered the color of the soup, and the spicy taste came to the face, and Yan Weiran could imagine how spicy it was without tasting it.

John looked at the chili pepper and twisted his eyebrows, "Why are there so many chili peppers?" Isn't it spicy? ”

"I think these peppers are just like the bell peppers you usually eat, not too spicy."

The Chinese culture is broad and profound, she just said that she didn't think it was spicy, but she didn't say that the chili pepper was not spicy.

Yan Weiran watched Shen Qianzi dig a pit for John to jump, but there was nothing he could do, he could only close his eyes and watch John eat chili peppers.

The next second, a wail rang out, and John was sweating profusely looking for water.

The whole person jumped up and down with his throat as if he was on fire, and there was no slightest bit of strategy during the negotiation of the business field, which was very funny.

Afterwards, Shen Qianzi also apologized to John.

"I'm sorry, I didn't know you couldn't eat spicy, you didn't tell me, I thought you could."

“……”

John really didn't say he could eat spicy food from beginning to end.

Yan Weiran swallowed her saliva, and for the first time, she felt that Shen Qianzi was not very scary, but very scary!

……

Chizi's cemetery is on the outskirts.

Shen Qianzi pretended to be puzzled, "What are we doing here?" ”

Yan Weiran took out two bouquets of flowers from the trunk, and the expressions of both of them were heavy, "Come and visit an old man." ”

Of course, Shen Qianzi knew who they were coming to see, and pulled her lips, "Since it's your old friend, I won't go up, I'm scared when I see so many tombstones." ”

On the one hand, I don't want to worship myself, and it's weird.

On the other hand, she didn't want to hear the two of them tell her from the bottom of her heart, after all, she didn't really die.

John said: "Speaking of which, you have a lot of fate with my old man, her name is Qianzi, and your name is Shen Qianzi." ”

Yan Weiran looked at the cemetery, then at Shen Qianzi, and suddenly remembered, "By the way, the first time we met was at the teacher's mourning party, are you her little fan?" ”

"Aang... Right! Shen Qianzi grabbed her hair, "I first noticed her because of her name, and then I liked her because of her talent, I think her painting skills are particularly superb, painting characters are expressive, painting animals are vivid and realistic, painting scenery into three points, every line outlined is a perfect interpretation, she is my favorite painter, there is no one!" ”

Shen Qianzi spared no effort to praise herself.

Although this is true, she still hopes that they will not let her go up for the sake of her liking 'Qianzi' so much.

John nodded again and again, and even the annoyance of being teased by Shen Qianzi was gone, "I didn't expect you to like my teacher so much, so you should go up and worship it." ”

“……”

It's like digging a hole for yourself.

Yan Weiran gave his bouquet to Shen Qianzi, and he bent down to pick up the beautiful man.

The cemetery is mostly stairs, and the beautiful man is old, and going up the stairs is not good for his spine.

"Let's go!"

Shen Qianzi resigned herself to follow in.