"Would you like to try my craft?"

"I'm full, don't use it for the time being, thank you."

And so it was.

Ding Bao didn't guess wrong, didn't say anything, picked up the chopsticks and ate by himself.

The beef in the dumplings is all high-quality beef loin, and after cooking, the meat connected by the meridians is full and elastic, and the fragrant soup flows out when you bite into it.

There are not many condiments in the dumplings, but the cumin leaves with meat are indeed fragrant and strong, and the instant satisfaction is bursting when you bite into it.

"Don't you really want to taste it?"

The tip of her nose twitched slightly, followed by her red lips, and shook her head again.

"I'm not hungry, you can eat."

Ding Bao didn't ask him anymore, the two sat facing each other, and the young man waited quietly.

What are you waiting for?

Wait to wash the dishes.

At dinner, Ding Bao still ate his own dumplings, and Jin Ting on the opposite side also ate the fried steak and mashed potatoes that he usually eats on weekdays.

Ding Bao ate very deliciously, and Jin Ting, who usually eats the food one bite at a time, has half of the contents left on the plate today.

"You really don't taste it? It's gone right away. ”

To be honest, Ding Bao didn't want to divide her dumplings at all, but in order to survive, she had to let Jin Ting accept her food today.

The boy still refused, and his tone was very polite.

"I've had a bad stomach recently, if you like to cook and eat by yourself, you can move the things in the cupboard as you like in the future."

Ding Bao was waiting for his words.

Then the next day, she made herself a plate of tomato scrambled eggs with small tomatoes and a large plate of potato stew from the mountains of potatoes in the kitchen.

Unfortunately, the Kru do not grow rice.

Ding Bao is an authentic northerner, if there is no rice, then eat noodles, she has eaten enough fluffy bread, and when she turns around, she uses the noodles in the kitchen to steam a pot of steamed buns for herself.

It's still a big steamed bun in the north, and it's a bite to eat, and it's three breads on top of a steamed bun.

Today, Jin Ting still refuses Ding Bao's food.

When he refused, he had more left on his plate than he had yesterday, and he didn't move a whole ball of mashed potatoes.

Even if you sit down by the window when you walk away, the red aroma of potatoes mixed with beef still lingers on the tip of your nose.

Jin Ting turned his back to Ding Bao and silently lowered his head and touched his nose.

I was hungry, but I didn't know why, I couldn't eat what I made.

Obviously, he has been eating it for decades, but it has become difficult to swallow in the past two days, and the taste in his nose meets the taste in his mouth, and under the two stimuli, he wants to vomit.

Now it seems that this woman has affected his normal life.

You have to get rid of it quickly.

Jin Ting silently pondered in his heart, and was thinking about it when suddenly there was a loud noise behind him.

He turned around and was about to speak, but was interrupted by Ding Bao's voice.

"I'm sorry, I wanted to clean up the dishes and accidentally tripped over the carpet......"

After speaking, it was accompanied by a low sound of pain.

Jin Ting got up and stepped forward, and before he got close to the table, he heard Ding Bao shout.

"Watch your step, you stand still, I'll clean up."

"You're hurt?"

"It's a little thing, the hand is cut a little skin."

"Don't get it yet, come here, I'll take care of it for you."

In front of the fireplace, Jin Ting silently handed the medicine box to Ding Bao and said intimately.

"Is it convenient, do you need me to help you?"

"Well, I'm sorry for you."

Jin Ting hooked her lips slightly, and her smile became more and more gentle.

Ding Bao didn't twist either, and after wiping the wound himself, he directly handed his arm to Jin Ting.