Host, You're Targeted

The glutinous potato melts in the mouth, and the unique flavor of barbecue fills the tip of his tongue. Liang Jingyi can't say whether he likes or dislikes it.

From a scientific point of view, he could not be interested in this kind of heavy salt and spicy food.

Now he is forced by Fu Jiyao to have a try, as if It's not as bad as I thought.

Watching Liang Jingyi chew the potatoes carefully and swallow them well, Fu Jiyao did not let go of his waist. Instead, he took the chopsticks that had been fed to him just now and continued to eat with food.

"I'm sorry, I forced you to eat like this," Fu Jiyao apologized to him as he chewed. "But I still want to say that you said it was junk food first. You can think of it as junk food, you can not eat it by yourself, but you can't coldly say that junk food is going to leave after others have painstakingly bought it. Little friend, uncle police - Cha wants to tell you, it's really disrespectful of me. "

Liang Jingyi began to think about whether the tone he had just said was not right.

"Fortunately, I know you don't mean to be impolite. You just talk like this. If you have anything, you can say it directly," Fu Jiyao picked up another piece of tofu and handed it to him. He said gently, "open your mouth."

Liang Jingyi didn't think much about it. He opened his mouth and bit off the tofu.

This time, it's a very different feeling.

The outer skin of the bean curd wrapped in the sauce is already crisp after special baking. If you bite it off, the juice inside and the fresh and firm tofu inside stimulate the taste buds.

"Is it delicious?" Fu Jiyao asked.

Liang Jingyi nodded and chewed the tofu in his mouth. His cheeks were bulging.

Like a small hamster who is afraid of being alive but carefully climbs out of the hole.

"No, Murphy's law of deceiving me is true." Fu Jiyao is not serious for a second.

Liang Jingyi got out of his thinking. He tilted his head and looked at him. He pushed aside his shoulder. He took a stool from under the table and sat down.

"I'm sorry." Liang Jingyi looked at him seriously, "I shouldn't have said that just now."

Fu Jiyao turned up all the dishes under the pressure. "It's OK. I didn't care. Do you want to have fun? Do you eat coriander?"

"Eat," Liang Jingyi added, "I'm not picky, except garlic, ginger and pepper. I eat the dishes with these dishes, but I don't eat them."

This sounds like a tongue twister. Fu Jiyao laughs, takes a chopstick of coriander and feeds it to Liang Jingyi.

Liang Jingyi licked the sauce on the corner of his lips and chewed the dishes in his mouth and said thanks: "thank you."

"You're welcome," Fu Jiyao said, and fed him another piece of tofu.

In this way, two people, you and I, finished the barbecue.

It was not until he finally cleaned up the tableware that he found a pair of chopsticks, and Liang Jingyi realized that he had been fed by Fu Jiyao just now.

"This is an extra pair of chopsticks. You can keep them. If you forget to give them to the takeaway next time, you can have them. Don't bother others to send them again."

Fu Jiyao cleaned up the table with a paper towel and said a lot of words until he was ready to go out with the garbage. He saw Liang Jingyi frozen in place.

Liang Jingyi's ears are red to the skin, and the sauce on his lips has not been wiped off, and the paper ready to wipe his mouth is still in his hand.

His eyes rested on the extra pair of chopsticks on the table.

Fu Jiyao immediately realized that Liang Jingyi realized that they had been using the same pair of chopsticks.

Well, the next day I met, I was going to spend the night in the same bed with the same pair of chopsticks. Fu Jiyao was confident that he would cheat people home for a week.

First set a small goal to go home and pull a small hand, and then set a big goal that can't be described directly.

Life is to have a goal. Fu Jiyao thinks so.