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Chapter 319 Nan Song: The dog man knows that I care about him!what to do!Heart beating!The little face is blushing!
Is he really praising her for her great taste and good food taste, or is he saying that she can eat like a pig?
Just when Nan Song was thinking about this question, Shen Du spoke again.

"Every time I bring you to dinner, the ordering process is basically nothing to do with me, but the quality of every dish you order is really good, which can be regarded as an excellent personal skill."

Well, it turned out that he was really praising her.

"You have vision." Nan Song took a sip from the teacup in hand.

"Okay, as long as you eat out in the future, the ordering will be completely up to you."

Hearing the word "thoroughly" in Shen Du's words, Nan Song was taken aback for a moment.

"Why did you leave it to me completely? Judging from what you mean, it seems that you are looking forward to eating out with me often in the future?"

"It's not yearning to eat out with you, it's yearning to eat every meal with you."

Nan Song: "."

What are you doing?What are you doing?ah?

Isn't everyone having a good chat?Why did this dog man start talking nonsense again?

But, what's the matter with her feeling a little flattered? ? ?

Shen Du stared at her for a few seconds: "Are you blushing?"

Nan Song subconsciously stretched out his hand to caress his cheek, and said in surprise, "I don't have any!"

"You have."

"I really don't."

"Come on, look over there."

Shen Du stretched out her finger to the right of Nan Song, she turned her head to look, and there was a retro-designed mirror there.

Her face in the mirror was indeed flushed with a blush at the moment.

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Now, Nan Song has nothing to say.

Just, let's do that.

At this moment, a waiter opened the door of the box and was about to start serving food.

The originally very quiet atmosphere of the box was finally broken a little bit, Nan Song quietly breathed a sigh of relief.

Picking up the tea cup and drinking, he raised his eyes and glanced at Shen Du, with a calm and cautious expression on his expression.

Shen Du didn't pay attention to her side, his eyes fell on the dishes on the table.

The appearance of the dishes is very good, and every dish is very appetizing.

After the waiter quietly exited, the two began to eat. Nan Song put a piece of matcha sweet-scented osmanthus yam into his mouth, swallowed it and began to comment.

"Well, the taste is springy and refreshing, very silky, try it!"

After speaking, he took a piece with the serving chopsticks and put it in the small plate in front of Shen Du. The shape of the yam was cut into lemon shapes, and it had a different kind of beauty when placed in the small white porcelain plate.

"Its taste is actually not particularly sweet, you should like it very much, oh yes, it is recommended to eat with this honey osmanthus sauce or matcha powder."

Nan Song recommended it enthusiastically, but Shen Du never moved his chopsticks.

"what happened?"

Shen Du looked at her with a calm expression.

"I can't eat yam, I'm allergic."

Nan Song: "."

There was a little bit of embarrassment in the air, it turned out that he didn't eat yams.
"Then why didn't you tell me just now? Then I won't order this dish."

"It's okay, it doesn't matter, you can eat after ordering."

Nan Song bit his lip lightly, said nothing more, his eyes fell on the cherry foie gras.

"Then try this, other places' foie gras will get greasy if you eat too much, but this one won't at all, so I strongly recommend it."

Seeing Shen Du doing nothing, Nan Song frowned and said, "No way? Are you allergic to foie gras?"

"I'm not allergic to foie gras." Shen Du explained.

After finishing speaking, he added: "We have eaten together before, have you forgotten?"

Nan Song was taken aback for a moment, um. Well, she seems to have really forgotten this.

"Then try it."

Shen Du took a piece of foie gras and put it in his mouth.

"Well, it's really good."

Nan Song looked at him eating gracefully, but suddenly didn't know what to say.

The mood at this moment has never been felt before.

For so long, she didn't take the time to pay attention to Shen Du's food preferences.

She knows a little bit about her preferences in daily life. For example, he likes to use cedar and fir-scented perfumes, and even the shower gel has these two scents. Others must not.

But when it comes to diet, she really doesn't know what Shen Du likes to eat when he grows up, and what he doesn't like to eat, after all, some people's tastes will change.

When Nan Song later realized that she felt a little guilty because of this question, her paws had already touched the back of Shen Du's hand, and she was still caressing it lightly, with a hint of lust in her lingering movements.

Shen Du held the chopsticks in his right hand, and she wiped his left hand. Finally, he couldn't help it, and raised his eyelids to look at the female hooligan sitting opposite him.

"what are you doing?"

When Nan Song was asked such a question, his mind was more than half awake in an instant, and he suddenly raised his head: "Ah?"

When he found that Shen Du's hand was being touched by him, he immediately wanted to pull it away, but Shen Du had quick eyesight and quick hands, turned passive into active, and restrained Nan Song with his backhand.

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What does it mean to steal a chicken without losing money?This is what the fuck is called.

"I"

Being caught playing hooligans, Nan Song's head was buzzing, and I couldn't figure out why after a long time.

"Ask you, why are you playing hooligans to me all of a sudden?"

At this moment, Shen Du had put down the chopstick on his right hand, and looked at Nan Song leisurely.

Seeing his firm attitude towards questioning, Nan Song finally decided to tell the truth.

Anyway, bullshit romantic love has grown to this point, and she feels that it is time for her to talk about people and do things about people.

Nan Song picked up the teacup and took another sip, moistening his throat.

"You may not believe me when I say it, but it's not my intention to be a hooligan to you. I just did it because I felt a little guilty in my heart."

Hearing this answer, Shen Du raised his eyebrows slightly, obviously, he was a little puzzled.

"Guilty? How to say?"

Nan Song silently gritted his back molars, asked the reason, and asked such a detailed question, how dare this dog man?
"It's just that I didn't know you were allergic to yams."

After finishing speaking, he said: "So I feel a little sorry."

Nan Song was roaring in his heart——

My god my apology to the dog man!Then he must know that I care about him a little bit!
What to do, what to do, so shy!I don't know what he's going to say!
I felt my heart beating, and my little face was blushing!

Nan Song's operation was as fierce as a tiger in his heart, and he felt that he had finished acting out all the dramas of his life. At this time, Shen Du finally spoke——

"Don't feel sorry, I—"

"I want it! I still want it!" Nan Song interrupted him.

Shen Du stared at her for a few seconds, and asked, "Why?"

Nan Song was a little confused by his straightforward question.

Why do dog men like to come here?How can she answer such a direct question?

It's impossible for her to say - because I care about you a little bit, right?
These words were too shy, no matter how thick-skinned she was, she couldn't say it right now.

(End of this chapter)