The waiter opened his mouth, speechless in astonishment.

How much does a woman eat? The waiter looked at Jin Sicheng and smiled awkwardly.

Jin Sicheng's face was expressionless, he was no longer surprised.

Jian Han looked at the waiter looking at herself, a smile stiffened on her bright face, and she asked a little embarrassedly, "Isn't your restaurant full?" I've heard that a lot of French food is given in small amounts, even the largest portions are small, so I'm a little worried that I won't be able to eat enough. ”

Jin Sicheng didn't speak, just looked at Jian Han silently.

This woman is really straightforward and distressing.

In this kind of place, the food is style, only the hungry ghost will eat like this, many people have already eaten seventy percent to their health, as a doctor, she can still eat enough.

The waiter laughed with him: "It's going to be full, you can order it if it's not enough." ”

Jian Han nodded, still a little unconvinced, looked at Jin Sicheng, and confirmed with his eyes whether the waiter's words worked?

Looking at this girl's innocent eyes that distrusted him so much, Jin Sicheng sighed, and unconsciously said with a doting look at the corner of his mouth: "Of course it will make you full, don't worry." ”

"That's good." Jian Han immediately smiled lightly: "Order me another ice cream." ”

"Okay." The waiter nodded.

"No, you can't." Jin Sicheng directly refused.

Jian Han was stunned: "Why?" ”

Jin Sicheng said lightly: "Cold things will hurt the spleen and stomach, causing the spleen and stomach to be weak and cold, you are a woman, and you can't be greedy for cold." ”

"Ouch, my Professor Jin, you are a surgeon, when did you become obsessed with Chinese medicine?"

Jin Sicheng's thin lips opened lightly: "I said I can't eat it, I can't eat it, even if you say that I will not let you eat it in the next day." ”

Jian Han was very disappointed, and glanced at Jin Sicheng sadly.

The waiter compromised: "Or, you can order a dessert, Napoleon cake strawberry tart or tiramisu crème brûlée, etc." ”

"Okay, let's have a copy." Jian Han said: "Let's have a small portion, all four." ”

The waiter subconsciously looked at Jin Sicheng.

Jian Han immediately became nervous, and complained in a low voice: "Isn't this cool?" Don't be stingy. ”

Seeing that she was so childish, Jin Sicheng looked at her silently, and nodded in her cautious expectant gaze.

"Let's just serve it like this." Jin Sicheng commanded in a deep voice.

"Yes!" The waiter quickly left.

Only Jian Han and Jin Sicheng were left in the house.

Jian Han walked inside and sat down on the sofa.

This room, with sofas and long tables, can accommodate ten people to eat together, and there is a tablecloth on it, which looks very high-end.

She leaned back on the soft sofa chair and sighed, "It's as comfortable as the sofa at home." ”

The corners of Jin Sicheng's lips were slightly raised, but he did not speak.

Jian Han took off his shoes and sat cross-legged on the sofa.

She forgot the skirt she was wearing, and one movement was too big, revealing her fair thighs.

Jin Sicheng happened to come over and saw this scene, his fair skin was delicate and silky, and there were still traces of what he left on it last night.

Jin Sicheng's gaze couldn't help but deepen, staring at Jian Han closely, and said in a deep voice: "Don't cross your legs, put your legs down and bring them together." ”

Jian Han was reminded, stunned, stunned, and only then did he realize what was going on.

She immediately put her legs in place and tugged down at her skirt in an attempt to cover her legs a little more.

Jin Sicheng opened his eyes, and his voice was slightly restrained: "In the future, I will wear a skirt at home and pants outside." ”