Chapter 162: It's Too Coincidental (3)

"No way!" Qiao Yan said without backing down at all.

"But I don't want to eat..."Feng Caitian bit his chopsticks and looked at Qiao Yan pitifully and said.

"How can that be done, Childe. You are now in the stage of growing your body, and if you don't eat meat, it is easy to grow taller. Qiao Yan coaxed with a pleasant face, and put a piece of beef that was just fat and lean in the Fengcaitian bowl.

A few years ago, Miss was stupid, and she kept lying in bed, and she didn't find anything wrong, but now it's different, although Miss has recovered her senses, her physical condition is much worse than that of children of the same age, so she has to make up for Miss's body no matter what.

"Yes, Yatian, you see how thin you are compared to them, and you have been gnawing on dry food in the examination room for half a year, you should really make up for it!" Yang Hao looked at the table next to him, and a young man with a particularly strong appearance said.

"Do you really want to eat?" Feng Caitian looked at the big piece of meat in the bowl with great bitterness, and said aggrievedly.

"Hmm," Qiao Yan said without backing down.

"Okay then..."Feng Caitian glared at the meat on the chopsticks fiercely, then took a deep breath, closed his eyes and quickly put the beef into his mouth, with a look of death on his face.

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In Qiao Yan's one-pole fattening plan, Feng Caitian finally ate the last piece of meat in the bowl under Qiao Yan's supervision.

"Let's go, it's not too early!" Feng Caitian quickly put down the chopsticks in his hand like chopsticks on fire, quickly picked up the tissue that had been prepared on the table and wiped the corners of his mouth, and quickly retreated five steps away from the table.

"Uh... Miss, are you full? Qiao Yan asked with a slightly regretful glance at the dishes on the table.

"Well, it's full." Feng Caitian nodded. Although she had only eaten less than ten pieces of meat, she really felt sick to her stomach now.

"Then let's go, Ah Fu, growing your body is not a matter of one or two days, don't force Yatian too much" As if seeing Feng Caitian, who had a silent protest against meat, Yang Hao persuaded Qiao Yan, who was dressed as a man.

Feng Caitian nodded very approvingly, and at the same time, he looked at Qiao Yan pitifully, but he couldn't help but give Yang Hao a thumbs up in his heart.

"Well, yes, growing a body is a long process, and it really doesn't happen overnight." Qiao Yan nodded, but it was a pity that there was still a small half of the dishes left on the table.

This is what she ordered especially for the young lady......

"Let's go, Qiaoyan, it's not too early, we should go home too." Looking at Qiao Yan's hesitation, Feng Caitian couldn't help but urge.

But what she didn't know was that the escape at this time made her extremely depressed when she returned home later.

"Okay" Qiao Yan glanced at the leftovers on the table with pity, and followed Feng Caitian out of the door of the restaurant with Yang Hao......

Two flowers, one for each!

After saying goodbye to Feng Caitian, he took Zhao Jiajun to find a relatively secluded and reasonably priced mansion in the south of the city through a friend's introduction.

After arranging everyone reasonably, he never saw Feng Caitian, the master, again.

If it weren't for Feng Caitian's assignment and giving them the gold card, they really suspected that all this luck was just a good dream.

Sitting in a carriage that is not luxurious, but absolutely atmospheric, Zhao Jiahui, who is hurrying with a whip, thinks about everything in the past six months, there are gratitude, there are confusion, but more is a kind of luck.