"Eat slowly," Mu Jinzhi handed her a tissue, looking at her impatient appearance, nagging like an old mother, "I have to chew slowly when I'm hungry." ”

Harahara Haruno drank two sips of the original soy milk, which was mellow and smooth, but she quickly glanced at the ingredients on the table, and looked up at the hard sculpture.

Mu Jinzhi hesitated again and again, but still called the boss, and asked for a seaweed shrimp skin green onion mustard for her alone, mixed with light soy sauce, and finally added chili oil, Yuan Haruno felt that he was either doing a subtle chemical experiment or precise poisoning, and when it was finished, he simply poured into the soy milk with a tragic face, and made a "beautiful and delicious" salted soy milk for her according to her preferences!

It's just that this "beautiful and delicious" varies from person to person, Mu Jinzhi watched coldly as Yuan Qingye threw the hot and crispy fritters into this salted soy milk, and ate it with relish, and couldn't help but comment: "Salted soy milk with soft fritters, why do you like to eat these strange things?" ”

Harano: "......"?

She didn't bother to take care of him, not to mention how energetic she was when she squeaked to eat and drink. I didn't expect to be very hungry, and eating breakfast for dinner can be so delicious and fragrant.

After a while, the sticky and soft millet porridge came, the boss was very sincere, scooped a big bowl slightly above the edge of the bowl, but not a drop flowed out, served on the table, the color and taste were fragrant.

The boss glanced at Yuan Qingye's gobbling appearance, smiled very gratefully, and asked loudly, "Who is the millet porridge for?" ”

Hara Haruno glanced at it, not very interested, "Give it to him." ”

The boss put the porridge bowl in front of Mu Jinzhi, turned around and brought a plate of towering crystal white sugar, obviously familiar with Mu Jinzhi's taste.

Under Yuan Qingye's frowning and disdainful expression, Mu Jinzhi heroically poured the whole plate of white sugar into the millet porridge, scooped it evenly, and then drank it like a baby spoonful.

Yuan Qingye raised his head from his bowl of salted soy milk, and was very stingy with his mocking tone, "Mu Sansui, how old are you to drink sweet porridge?" It's naïve! ”

Mu Jinzhi: "......"?

Well, dislike each other, lose both.

Taste is this kind of thing, he is so sweet and tends to be light, she likes spicy and jealous, she likes those things with strange tastes, but everything is told by the doctor that she must not eat or try to eat as little as possible.

A person obviously likes something very much, but because of some force majeure forced not to touch it, this kind of pain, Mu Jin understands, but he dare not indulge.

Seeing that she was eating more and more, she even took the plate and poured half a dish of vinegar and scooped a spoonful of chili oil and began to dip it in Xiaolong, Mu Jinzhi slowly but firmly removed the small plate.

Yuan Qingye puffed out his cheeks and was very angry, Mu Jin Zhidang didn't see it, lowered his head, and drank his millet porridge that he originally thought was sweet and delicious.

Suddenly, Mu Jinzhi noticed that there were two young girls on the corner of the street who were frequently looking at them, and they were still whispering together, and their eyes were locked on Yuan Qingye.

Mu Jinzhi immediately became vigilant, with their clothing and appearance, it was indeed not suitable to appear in a crowded court, and it was certain that they would attract attention.

It's just that the two girls behaved too obviously, and just now they had already walked over step by step, and then pretended to walk back, stopping not far from their table to taste.

At first glance, it looks like it has ulterior motives.