Chen Ran was overjoyed, and looked at Ji Yanchuan's flushed cheeks for a long time.

Looking at the cold and cold boy, he gradually became warm.

"Ranran, you really are."

Chen's mother angrily scolded Chen Ran, and wiped Ji Yanchuan's sweat with a tissue.

Ji Yanchuan is relatively tall, and in order to make Chen's mother rub it, he has always been half-squatting on his legs.

Obviously, such a posture is not very comfortable, but the corners of Ji Yanchuan's eyes and eyebrows are all with that kind of warm smile, and it is obvious that he is very happy.

"Alright, it's cold, let's go back quickly! I want to eat my mother's best food. ”

Chen Ran walked up to Chen's mother and dragged Chen's mother's arm to be coquettish.

"Let's go and go home and cook."

The family happily carried their things back.

In the evening, Chen's mother not only sat on her own specialty dish, fried meatballs, but also made a small hot pot.

The people of the Chen family like to eat spicy, Ji Yanchuan does not eat spicy, fortunately there is a mandarin duck pot at home.

But when it comes to eating, it's clear.

As soon as Ji Yanchuan raised his eyes, he saw that they were eating in full swing, and the bone broth base on his side, no matter how he looked at it, he felt very bland.

So his hand whispered. Mi reached towards the red soup chili oil.

Before the chopsticks caught the tumbling beef rolls in the red soup pot, his chopsticks were slapped open by Chen Ran.

"You can't eat chili, you forgot."

Chen Ran said.

Ji Yanchuan continued to lower his head and eat.

Chen Ran looked at him like this, rubbed in front of him, and asked in a low voice, "So do you want to eat spicy food?" ”

"Hmm."

"I'll give you a bite."

Chen Ran took out a piece of beef from the red soup pot, rolled it in the boiling water at hand, and the spicy taste dissipated a little, and then put it in Ji Yanchuan's bowl.

Ji Yanchuan was dumbfounded, and the rest of the people at the table also laughed.

"You're done, is this still spicy?"

"Why don't you eat first?"

Chen Ran raised his hand and motioned for him to eat.

Ji Yanchuan immediately sent this chopsticks beef to his mouth. In the bar, a spicy and fresh fragrance suddenly choked the throat.

Even if you have begun to endure it, what can you ......

"Ahem, ahem, ahem—"

Ji Yanchuan was still coughing violently, and his face was red.

"Drink some yogurt."

Chen Ran pushed the yogurt in front of him.

Ji Yanchuan drank a whole box of yogurt, and the spicy feeling in his mouth dissipated a little.

"Are you still trying?"

Chen Ran pointed to the tumbling chili oil again and asked with a smile.

Ji Yanchuan: No.

"Flutter."

Chen Ran couldn't help but laugh.

"Cough-" Mother Chen cleared her throat and spoke: "In the future, our family will eat hot pot and eat white soup." ”

"Ahh Chen Ran's face collapsed instantly, "Why! ”

"Because Ah Chuan doesn't eat spicy."

"Woooooooooo

Accompanied by the sound of Chen Ran and Chen's mother's fighting, Ji Yanchuan hooked his lips, and looked at them with warmth in his eyes.

Ji Yanchuan went back to sleep at night, all with a smile.

On the night of the thirtieth day of the Chinese New Year's Eve, the sky began to snow again, and in the good weather a few days ago, the snowflakes on the land had just melted, and at this time the ground was covered with a thin layer.

The wind was cold outside, but the house was warm.

Chen Ran was in the kitchen with Ji Yanchuan, helping Chen's mother cook, and Chen's father accompanied Mr. Ji to play chess outside.

The meal is ready, and the table is full of dishes, exuding temptation. The aroma of people.

Everyone sat down, and the TV on one side was the Spring Festival Gala.