The Male Main’s Uncle Is Openly Obsessed With Me

Su Yayan's reaction to this was similar to Yu Ziyan's. She blinked her eyes in disbelief, "Why do you think that? Did someone tell you something?"

Of course, it is impossible for Huo Chenhuan to admit that he was stimulated by the old man Su Yayan's live broadcast. He pursed his lips and said in a low voice, "I have a high profile."

Before that, whether Su Yayan or her brother, anyone of the same generation as Huo Shaofeng had to call him uncle.

Su Yayan understood the crux of the problem at once, and said with a smile: "I am not old but not old. My grandfather has a little uncle who is only eight years old this year. He runs around with a snot bubble like a sky monkey. If you dare He said he was old in person. Believe it or not, he immediately cried and ran back to sue the elders at home?"

Huo Chenhuan was stunned for a moment, unexpectedly imagined the scene unconsciously, and a little smile appeared in his eyes.

Su Yayan saw the change in his expression in his eyes, thought of some evaluations of him from the outside world, more or less guessed what he minded, and took the initiative to hold his hand: "You are not old at all, on the contrary, I think you... very attractive."

Obviously, she was so bold in front of other people, and she said no two, but in front of her, she always had a trace of caution, and she especially liked to care about some small things.

Su Yayan is not disgusted with this kind of contrast, on the contrary, there is a kind of cheer that he is taken seriously.

When Huo Chenhuan heard Su Yayan say this, his heart trembled slightly. Although there was no strange expression on his face, the tips of his ears were red.

Su Yayan's smile deepened when he saw this: "Okay, let's not talk about this. Hurry up and take a look at the porridge and soup I brought you. It won't taste good when it cools down."

After watching the entire live broadcast, Huo Chenhuan was already extremely curious about the two things Su Yayan did.

"Drink some soup first, this soup is very appetizing, you can try it."

Huo Chenhuan nodded, took the small soup bowl that Su Yayan handed over, and tried to take a sip.

"How is it? Does it suit your taste?" Su Yayan looked at Huo Chenhuan eagerly, with a nervous and curious look, as if begging for food with herself in the morning.

Huo Chenhuan's lips twitched slightly: "It's delicious."

As Su Yayan said before, this soup is slightly acidic because of the hawthorn. This acid is mixed with the sweetness of the horseshoe, which is a lot lighter, but it brings out the freshness of the crucian carp.

It smells a bit irritating, but it tastes surprisingly soft, sweet and meaningful, and it is very aftertaste.

"Drink more if it tastes good. There is also porridge, which is also good for your health. You have been working a lot recently and you have to make up for it."

Huo Chenhuan took a deep look at Su Yayan. After drinking a full bowl of soup, he was still not satisfied, and turned to porridge.

Huo Chenhuan usually doesn't eat pig liver at all. Fishy is the same thing, and the taste is not very good.

But the porridge that Su Yayan brought was not fishy at all, and the pork liver was not as hard as the impression it was when bitten down. It was very tender.

"Is it tasty?"

Huo Chenhuan suddenly regained consciousness when he heard Su Yayan's voice, and realized that he had drunk half of the small bowl of porridge without knowing it. His face was slightly red, and he was a little embarrassed: "It's delicious, this is the best I have ever tasted." Porridge."

Su Yayan's eyes lit up slightly, and she said cheerfully: "Just like it, you like to eat it, I will make it for you later. Of course, you can also change something. I know a lot, and you must have never eaten it before. ."