What is worthy of Di Jiu's relief is that Shen Xuan really didn't bother with Nangong Yurong anymore, but it was difficult to stop other people's persistence.

At the end of the last class, Shen Xuan said to Di Jiu that he would go to dinner outside the academy, and Di Jiu was naturally happy to accompany him, so he cooperated with several of Shen Xu's friends.

But Nangong Yurong always followed Shen Xuan's side, occasionally saying a few words to brush up on her sense of existence.

Among the tallest restaurants in Kyoto, a group of people sat on the seventh floor, looking down on the night view of Kyoto from a high vantage point.

Spring has arrived, and although there is still an icy air flow in the wind, it does not affect people's enthusiasm.

Nangong Yurong sat down next to Shen Huan and said to Xiao Er from the store: "Let's have a pot of Biluochun, and then some good clams and snacks." ”

After speaking, the people at the table didn't say anything, but they were always a little surprised when they heard the clams.

Nangong Yurong smiled gently, looked at Di Jiu, patted the back of her hand gently, and said in a caring tone: "You taste the clams here, this is a delicious food that is hard to find, but you can't eat it in ordinary places, if you think it's delicious, I'll ask my father to send some over, and you can take it to your family to taste some." ”

Others sounded that Nangong Yurong was empathetic and considerate, but when they heard these words in Di Jiu's ears, they felt harsh.

It's like...... She didn't seem to be able to eat it.

Di Jiu quietly withdrew the hand that was patted by Nangong Yurong, and smiled lightly: "Thank you for the county lord's kindness, but I am tired of eating this thing, no matter how good things are, they will become tasteless when I always eat them." ”

She drank the mellow Biluochun and said lightly: "It's like this person, I always look at it, and I don't have a sense of freshness." ”

Childhood?

The old lady has known him since her last life, you have been a fart for more than ten years!

Nangong Yurong was stunned by her, but she smiled casually.

She thinks that this Mo Jiu is afraid that he feels embarrassed, so he said this, right?

A person with no identity background, eating clams?

Scold!

Who are you fooling!

Jiang Fu stared silently at the war between these two women without gunpowder, and only felt a little like pins and needles.

He only had to take the lead in playing the round, "Ahem...... Okay, Mo Jiu, the county lord of Nangong is also well-intentioned. ”

The picturesque delicate corners of Di Jiu's eyes glanced faintly, "I'm not angry, because it's not necessary." ”

Shen Xuan was also sitting beside her, without even turning his face to Nangong Yurong's side, and he smiled at Di Jiu, as if with a hint of reassurance.

One smile is worth a thousand words.

Nangong Yurong's eyes became more and more gloomy, witnessing the interaction between the two, she only felt panicked in her heart, uncomfortable!

And for the existence of Mo Jiu, it is like a thorn in the eye!

This Mo Jiu looks like a fox, Brother Shen must have been seduced by her looks!

Thinking about it like this, Nangong Yurong especially wanted to scratch Mo Jiu's face!

When the clams come up, the fragrance is tangy, and the color matching is also very appetizing, which is indeed a rare good thing.

Nangong Yurong took a pair of clean chopsticks, clamped a clam and was about to put it in Di Jiu's bowl, but halfway through, she was blocked by a pair of bony hands.

She looked at Shen Xuan in astonishment, but the latter hooked her lips indifferently: "I thanked the county lord for Mo Jiu, but there is no need to be so troublesome." ”

When the words fell, he calmly picked up a clam and put it into Emperor Jiu's bowl under the stunned gazes of several people.

He smiled: "Eat it, but it's a little spicy." ”

Emperor Jiu watched Nangong Yurong pinch off the chopsticks and eat the clam very beautifully.