Mr.president, you are too gentle

Perhaps he felt a little embarrassed. Cheng shaozhao didn't embarrass her anymore. They drank the delicious fish soup in their hands without saying a word. After drinking about one-third of it, Fu Xiaoxiao touched his round belly and put down the dishes and chopsticks.

Cheng shaozhao ate late at night and was not very hungry. Now he just warmed his stomach. A big pot of fish head soup is a little too much for these two people.

Fu Xiaoxiao looked at the remaining two-thirds of the fish soup with a little regret. "There's so much left. It's a waste." subconsciously said this with emotion, paying a little extra pity.

This is how family education tells Fu Xiaoxiao that food must not be wasted. Waste is shameful, so at the Fu family, we basically do as much as we eat.

Fu Xiaoxiao has also developed this habit since childhood. It's not petty, but because of his quality.

Cheng shaozhao gracefully picked up a glass of water on the table, cleared his throat a little, and looked at Fu Xiaoxiao with a smile. "It won't be wasted. The store in Qiushui takes green environmental protection as the theme. People from special farms will collect the meals every day, and Qiushui is given to others free of charge."

Hearing that the meal was not simply poured out, it was a little easier to pay a small look. It's really the best way to give it to the farm. It's not wasteful or dirty.

So fu Xiaoxiao's eyes brightened up again, looked at Cheng shaozhao and said, "this won't be wasted, and my conscience can live."

She touched her belly and said that her conscience was a little funny. Even Cheng shaozhao couldn't help laughing. He narrowed his eyes. The light in his peach blossom eyes collected some, but it was still shining.

"Little girl, it's just a meal. You can't live with your conscience?" even Fu Xiaoxiao didn't notice that Cheng shaozhao's words seemed to be very different from before.

His reaction seemed to be a little too extreme. Fu smiled shyly, and his white teeth bit his lower lip slightly. The diamond red lips, as if they were blooming in Cheng shaozhao's heart, made him feel moved in his heart.

"No, No. It's just that my mother told me from an early age that waste is shameful, and we have developed this habit at home. If my mother knew I was so extravagant outside, she would be unhappy."

Supporting his chin, Fu Xiaoxiao said to Cheng shaozhao with a little memory. The broken hair on her forehead fell down and swayed gently on her white skin, which was like sweeping on her heart.

Cheng shaozhao only felt that his heart was really like following Fu Xiaoxiao's broken hair and swaying in the air without a definite number. Itching to the bone, gently but without doubt.

The little girl said her mother's words seriously, with a clever and docile look on her face, and her eyes were as docile and lovely as a deer. Cheng shaozhao couldn't help looking more, and once again sighed in his heart that Fu Xiaoxiao was really a beauty once in a blue moon for many years.