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Bewedded, Not Beloved

Chapter: 224

“I can’t eat seafood, her dishes are all seafood.”
“Why did that Xiaoshi go?”
“How do I know?” He smiled comfortably: “My wife went to eat with the mother of the dream lover, so she called her step-sister and my ex-girlfriend to accompany me. I have to end such a perverted relationship immediately, right? ”
Originally a pretty normal thing was so abnormal when it came to his mouth.
He suddenly got off the bed: “Let’s go out to eat, it won’t taste good after ordering.”
“Then what about these meals?”
“Give it to Silly!”
“Silly with a mouth?”
“I can ask the engineer to fit it with a mouth and stomach pocket.” He walked into the cloakroom to change his clothes: “Xiao Sheng, what do you want to eat?”
I was still a little angry and didn’t want to talk to him.
He walked out of the cloakroom, wearing a dark blue denim shirt and floral shorts.
“Are you planning to go on vacation to Koh Samui?”
“It’s not working hours, it doesn’t matter if I come out naked.”
“The police will arrest you.”
“Hey, you are wearing polka dots today.” He looked at me carefully: “I also seem to have a polka dot pajamas. I will wear it to match you.”
I quickly pulled him out of the room, otherwise he had more bad ideas than mosquitoes.
Since Xi Qingchuan asked me what I want to eat, I have eaten a lot of seafood and light meals these days, so I naturally want to eat something heavy.
I took him to eat skewers, the best business in Huacheng, but the store is very broken and has no decoration.
I knew that Xi Qingchuan would definitely dislike this place, so I brought him here deliberately.
Sure enough, he stood at the door and started frowning: “Do you have a better place to go?”
“It just matches your panties.” He wore such hip-hop, it would be a pity not to come here to eat skewers.
Xi Qingchuan wears a fisherman hat and sunglasses, probably because he is afraid that he will be seen in this suit, but he is tall and good in shape, so many people are watching him, especially the little girls, whispering. Asked each other if Xi Qingchuan was a certain star.
“Are there any boxes?” He walked in with me.
“No.”
The little girl from Taiwan brought us to the middle table: “Here, this is the only thing left.”
I tilted my head at Xi Qingchuan: “Sit down!”
He looked around and sat down unwillingly.
“You don’t like other people’s use of you as the center point, and now you are humoring what you want.”
I put my bag on the chair and stood up.
“Why are you going?”
“Go get some vegetables.” I rang, Xi Qingchuan had never been to this place.
“Is it self-help?” He also stood up suspiciously.
“Forget it.” I went to the freezer to select the ingredients. He followed me wearing sunglasses, and I seriously doubted that he could not see.
“How do you take things with your sunglasses?”
“What do you eat, get me a serving.”
“Then why don’t you go back and sit?”
“I am afraid.”
I looked back at him with the clip in my hand. The stupid man who was nearly 1.9 meters tall now tells me that he is alone in the crowd and afraid?
Selling cuteness is not his way of selling.
If this continues, I will forget what the original Xi Qingchuan was like.
Okay, I heard that he doesn’t eat offal, so I just take offal. Anyway, like Qiao Yi, I like to eat all kinds of offal.
I took the vegetables and went back, and the bottom of the pot came up. I stuffed the vegetables in.
Xi Qingchuan looked at me with his cheek in his hand: “Then how to eat?”
“Eat it with the sign.” I sneered.
“You can eat it for me to see.” He also sneered.
“I’m not stupid.”
His face was red from the red pot bottom. I reached out and probed his forehead, but I couldn’t feel if it was burning, it was hot anyway.
Suddenly I regretted it a little bit. I took him to eat skewers when he was still sick.
It doesn’t matter, I thought about it, anyway, he was caught in the rain, and his throat was not irritated.
I cooked a lot of small county liver, duck intestines, hairy belly, duck tongue strips and the like, and took them out to eat when they were cooked.
Holding a small county liver sign in his hand, he asked me, “What is this?”
“Little County Liver.”
“What is Xiaojun’s liver?”
“The stomach of chicken, duck and goose.”
He quickly dropped the sign and changed one: “What about this?”
“Duck intestines.”
“This one?”
“Duck tongue.”
“This one?”
“Black hair belly.”
“Which part of the duck is this?”
“The stomach of the cow.”
He had already lost a bunch of skewers on his table, and I scolded him for wasting: “Doesn’t others eat all of them well?”
“Why do you want to eat the offal of so many animals? Isn’t there any normal meat?”
“Xi Qingchuan, you are really ungrounded.” I sighed: “Is the French meal of foie gras interesting?”
“Interesting.” He was wasting food with slanderous expressions.
I grabbed a handful of beef and gave him: “This is beef, is it normal!”
“What is the green dish on this?”
“parsley.”
He quickly threw it away as if he had been bitten by coriander: “I don’t eat coriander.”
“Then you don’t eat it.” There are so many dishes here that he can eat.
He doesn’t eat and I eat alone. I think he would go to high-end restaurants when he was dating Xiao Shi, and then watch the opera in the evening to listen to the concert.
It’s great, but it’s okay to go there occasionally. Life needs to be more ordinary, with a scent of fireworks.
Xi Qingchuan resisted stubbornly with me and vowed not to eat.
I care if he eats or not, and I am still angry at what he tricked me back into.
He looked around, and then asked me, “What is in the bowl on the table next door that looks slippery?”
“Brown sugar ice powder.”
“what is that?”
“Like jelly but not jelly.”
“I want to eat that.”
“you sure?”
“determine.”
“That’s a dessert, it won’t keep your stomach.”
I ordered brown sugar ice powder for him, and it came up quickly. He just took a bite and threw it aside with disgust: “It’s rough.”
“Of course there are no desserts in Western restaurants that are exquisite, but ice powder and skewers are perfect. Are you sure you don’t want to eat it?”
He is very resolute, since he is going to starve to death, I have no idea.
I finished eating what I had just taken, and then went over to take some. Looking back, he looked a bit pitiful when he was sitting on such a low table with a big man.
Think about it, if someone like Xi Qingchuan can accompany me to eat skewers, I still don’t turn my face, I should also be content.
I brought him some beef, chicken, and staple food. He used chopsticks to tie a thick piece of rice cake like briquettes, and asked me uneasy: “What is this?”
“Rice cakes.”
“It’s not the same as the rice cakes I’ve seen.”
“The original rice cakes are almost the same. The chef cuts them into different shapes, don’t you know them?”
He picked it up and took a bite, presuming that the taste was satisfactory, so he took a second bite.
Sometimes, I feel like Xi Qingchuan is like a child, who wants people to coax slowly.
It’s just that he won’t show this aspect to everyone, even if others want to coax, he doesn’t necessarily give others this opportunity.

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