Only He Zhou was the most indifferent at the entire dinner table, he didn't even have much appetite, his eyebrows and eyes were gloomy, and he didn't look very happy.

He Xiaoguo sat next to him, blinked his big eyes as clear as grapes, sandwiched a shrimp into his bowl, and said obediently, "Third brother, shrimp and shrimp are good."

Only then did He Zhou restrain his emotions, and let out a voice without any fluctuations: "Hmm."

At this time, Qian Lizhen, who had already eaten, finally reluctantly separated a trace of her mind, raised her head from a dry delicacy, and said, "Quietly, you see that our two families have reconciled, and the business of this barbecue stall ......

He Jing's hand holding the vegetables stopped, and her eyelashes trembled, and then she raised her beautiful eyes, the brilliance in her eyes flowed, she smiled slightly, and asked very intimately, "Auntie, is the food I cooked still to your liking?"

Qian Lizhen's smile froze.

This answer is simply not the same as a donkey's mouth......

But she couldn't show it well, so she had to show a flattering smile again, trying to close the distance between the two, and said, "Jingjing, you see that my aunt also knows that she is wrong, and she will definitely treat your brothers and sisters well in the future, how can you say that we are all a family, and any grievances in the family should be solved behind closed doors, and it has been a long ......time for outsiders to be involved."

He Jing smiled "oh", moved her chopsticks and picked up a glutinous rice ball and put it in her bowl, saying, "Auntie, I see that you eat a lot of this ball, it seems that you like it very much, and I will give you the last one."

"Quiet!"

Qian Lizhen's face gradually became a little unbearable, she wanted to find a breakthrough, but He Jing looked at her with a smile, and asked with concern and hypocrisy, "What's the matter, auntie, have you eaten?"

Qian Lizhen's expression froze, and she instantly felt cold teeth, she smiled wryly, and nodded reluctantly: "Well, I'm full."

He Jing got up with a smile, put away all her plates and chopsticks, and then said, "Auntie, this table is small, there are many people, and it is crowded in a panic, do you want to move?"

Qian Lizhen finally couldn't hold it back, and stood up with a "snap" to pour out her belly full of anger, He Jing looked at her and blinked, as if she was making trouble unreasonably, Zhu Qiang pulled off the corner of her clothes at the right time, and said, "You go and sit next to you first, and I'll mention it later."

Qian Lizhen endured it again and left the table in anger.

She sat on the sofa full of unhappiness, listening to He Jing beckoning the others to continue moving the chopsticks, as if she didn't take her seriously at all, this anger suddenly burned even more, and she just wanted to press He Jing in the soup basin.

However, she soon regretted it, because the aroma of food continued to emanate, and the stomach that had not been filled was rumbling, she licked her lips involuntarily, and the gluttonous worms in her body were awakened by extremely strong desires.

The flavors of chicken, duck, fish, and seafood are intertwined, like a rich and intoxicating symphony, in which she is intoxicated, but she cannot play in the ensemble, and her soul feels empty of it.

Coupled with the lines of "This pork ribs are so delicious", "This meatball is so fragrant", and "This fish is really fragrant", it is no less than an extremely cruel torture.

After another clock, Qian Lizhen stood up, she wanted to go back to the kitchen to get the bowl and go back to the table to eat more, but as soon as she stood up, He Jing noticed her, turned her head and asked with concern, "Auntie, do you want to go out to eat?"

Qian Lizhen met her implicit playful eyes, only to feel a basin of cold water poured down her head, and it took a long time to tremble and say, "Yes."

The heart, as in the dripping blood.