Kiss Goodnight, Mr.Ji

Anyway, Achen and Qing'er were very happy with this meal.

It didn't take long for the two to be full. Ji Shiting put them on the ground and told them not to run around just after eating. The two nodded and left the restaurant hand in hand.

Upon seeing this, the old man smiled and put down his chopsticks: "I'll watch them, you eat quickly, you too, Shengge, don't just look at him."

In a word, Ye Shengge blushed a little. She wasn’t watching Ji Shiting. She just wanted to know if this man could patiently bring two children.

But the old man said so, she nodded quickly and picked up the chopsticks.

After the old man left the restaurant, Ye Shengge heard the man on the opposite side seem to laugh.

Suddenly sulking, she placed her chopsticks on the table and looked up at him.

"What's wrong?" The man looked at her casually, and the smile on the corner of his lips hadn't completely faded.

Mock her, right?

"I want you to feed me too." Ye Shengge said hardly.

Ji Shiting just sent a green bean into his mouth and raised his eyebrows slightly surprised.

Ye Shengge stared at him fiercely: "Why, am I not your baby? You can feed two children, why can't you feed me?"

The man stared at her with dark eyes and swallowed the green beans in his mouth.

His throat knot rolled.

Ye Shengge said aloud: "If you don't feed me, you won't eat anymore, starving to death!"

He dare to refuse to try, she doesn't want to face!

Ji Shiting laughed again, nodded slightly, his face calm: "Okay."

With that said, he stood up consciously and walked to Ye Shengge's side.

Ye Shengge obediently gave him the chair. After the man sat down, she finally sat on his lap with satisfaction.

Ji Shiting embraced her with one hand and looked at the dining table.

"What to eat?"

Ye Shengge snuggled in his arms and heard a slightly dissatisfied opening: "Do you remember what I love to eat?"

Ji Shiting stared at her.

Ye Shengge opened his eyes and stared at him.

The man smiled again, lifted chopsticks and pinched a shrimp to her lips.

Ye Shengge held his mouth open and felt a little comfort.

After all, he hasn't forgotten what she loves to eat.

But after swallowing, she will continue to be picky: "It's cold."

Ji Shiting paused for a while, and seemed to take out all his patience: "I let Xiu Xiu take it to warm up, or redo it, you drink some soup first."

She snorted and barely accepted the arrangement.

Ji Shiting glanced at her, and finally did not express any opinion, holding a bowl of soup with one hand and feeding her spoonful by spoon.

But Ye Shengge still has an opinion: "It's too oily."

Ji Shiting twisted his eyebrows and glanced at the soup bowl. The kitchen generally cooks home-cooked food, but the ingredients are better and the cooking is more elaborate. net.

She was not satisfied yet?

Ye Shengge saw some accusations in his eyes, but she didn't guilty: "I don't like this anyway."

She wanted to see how much patience the man had with her.

At least for now, Ji Shiting's patience hasn't been exhausted. He said nothing, pushed the soup bowl aside, and gave her vegetables to eat.

Ji Shiting sandwiched the dishes on the table with her, and Ye Shengge felt disgusted.

The man had to put down his chopsticks: "Are you full?"

"No, I'm starving!" Ye Shengge looked at him accusingly.