"It's so hard to be your subordinate, and you won't be allowed to eat." Zhao Mengyao sighed.

Li Yinglong replied without changing his face: "It's naturally hard to be my subordinate, but you are my wife." ”

Zhao Mengyao's cheeks flushed, and she scolded in a low voice without confidence: "Shameless!" ”

Li Yinglong sat next to her, naturally he could hear it clearly, and he was not angry, and there was a doting smile on his lips: "You scolded me?" ”

"I didn't." Zhao Mengyao deliberately didn't admit it, just to be angry with him.

However, Li Yinglong was not angry at all, but laughed out loud.

Zhao Mengyao felt very embarrassed, and glared at him angrily: "What are you laughing at!" Isn't it funny! ”

"No ......" Li Yinglong turned his face away with some embarrassment, and then replied: "You are so cute." ”

Zhao Mengyao's face turned even redder when she heard this, and she didn't know what to say, so she had to snort arrogantly and turn her attention to the meal in front of her.

Zhao Mengyao is actually a bit picky eater, a bad habit she developed when she was a child, she doesn't like to eat seafood, she doesn't like to eat offal, she prefers heavy dishes, and she likes to eat spicy.

This is not very popular taste.

However, the strange thing is that none of the dishes on the table ordered touched her moldy head, and all of them were her favorite dishes. She's going to be so happy.

Li Yinglong himself was not hungry, and only concentrated on picking vegetables for Zhao Mengyao. Help her pick up dishes far away from her and put them in her bowl until they can't fit down.

Zhao Mengyao didn't even have the kung fu to speak, like a little squirrel eating, holding the dishes and chopsticks and not letting go, but eating in small bites, not rude at all, eating very slowly, revealing cuteness in elegant movements.

And when you eat something you like, the satisfied smile that naturally appears on your face is really cute.

Just watching her eat, Li Yinglong felt very satisfied.

Fortunately, Zhao Mengyao was concentrating on eating and had no time to watch him. Li Yinglong dared to look at her so generously and look at her, but he couldn't see enough of her.

However, no matter how dull Zhao Mengyao is, she will not be stared at for so long without noticing.

She just didn't bother to talk to him, and she was really hungry. Her stomach finally felt a little full, so she put down her chopsticks, took the tissue handed over by Li Yinglong and wiped the corners of her mouth elegantly, then turned her head to look at Li Yinglong with a smile, and asked, "You don't seem to have moved your chopsticks." ”

As if to hide his panic, Li Yinglong quickly picked up his chopsticks, grabbed the nearest piece of lotus root slices stained with chili peppers, put them in his mouth, and replied calmly: "How can there be." ”

Zhao Mengyao didn't tear him down, and observed him with a smile while holding his chin with one hand, but found that after he put the small piece of lotus root in his mouth, he didn't even dare to chew it, and swallowed it directly.

Suddenly his eyes widened.

"What are you doing!"

Li Yinglong was choked, coughing so much that his lungs were about to run out. Zhao Mengyao was angry and funny, feeling that this man was really inexplicable, but she didn't want to see him coughing to death here, so she had to pour him a glass of water, personally put it to his mouth, and said helplessly: "Come, drink water." ”

Li Yinglong really wanted to dig a hole and bury himself. He has lost face more today than he has done in more than twenty years combined.

Just raised his head and drank a few large sips of water from the water cup handed over by Zhao Mengyao, and the hot feeling in his throat gradually subsided, but fine and dense sweat still appeared on his forehead.