The little ancestor has a soft waist and a wild heart, Master Bo has fallen!

Chapter 180 Whose little princess are you?

Nan Jiaojiao took a big bite of the sweet-scented osmanthus cake, trying to hide it, avoiding her eyes, "It's delicious."

Bo Yanqing laughed sullenly: "Little heartless!"

Her voice was low, as if she was biting her teeth, and after she finished speaking, Bo Yanqing took a sip of tea, calming down.

"This house is so beautiful." Nan Jiaojiao had nothing to say.

Even opening the topic is so unfamiliar.

Bo Yanqing didn't expose it, and continued following her words: "The boss's ancestors were imperial cooks, and this skill has been passed down from generation to generation. Brother Hao also gained a lot of fame when he was young, but he gradually faded in middle age. , took his wife back to his hometown, and opened a private restaurant here, and many people who come here are very well-mannered and never make noise."

This is why the diners are so quality.

In this environment, it can really play a role in purifying the soul.

Nan Jiaojiao's eyes sparkled, "Isn't that the royal chef's treatment as a princess?"

"Whose little princess are you?"

Bo Yanqing stared at her unblinkingly, his dark eyes couldn't melt away, Nan Jiaojiao didn't respond, and he sighed angrily: "It's my little ancestor."

Nan Jiaojiao shrank her neck and remained silent.

She could tell that he had a lot of resentment, and it was best not to provoke him.

After a while, the proprietress came up with a pot of milk tea, chatted a few words and went to the back kitchen to get busy.

Bo Yanqing poured a cup of milk tea and put it in front of Nan Jiaojiao, "Try it, Aunt Zhan's milk tea is a must."

"Really?" She took a sip and snorted contentedly, "Then can I come here more often in the future?"

"You can't come, I have to bring it with you."

"Do you have to swipe your face to eat here?"

Bo Yanqing nodded, "Yes, I have to brush mine."

"It's okay to brush yours, just give me milk tea."

Only then did his brows and eyes widen. Yes, he has a little conscience, but not much. They can bring him along for a sip of milk tea.

Very good, very good.

Bo Yanqing's hand holding the teacup tightened again and again, and with a little more force, several pieces would break out in the palm of his hand.

Nan Jiaojiao didn't notice it at all. While drinking milk tea, she played with her mobile phone. The mobile phone was placed on the table, and she quickly poked her finger on the screen.

He refilled several glasses for himself until Bo Yanqing held her hand.

"No drinking, I'm afraid you won't be able to sleep until midnight."

"If you can't sleep, don't sleep. Young people are already full of energy." Nan Jiaojiao blurted out.

This young man really hurt Bo Yanqing.

He is old, isn't he?

Bo Yanqing patted her hand, took the milk tea away, and said in a lower voice, "I can do something else to help you sleep."

Nan Jiaojiao's face became hot, and she quietly leaned back in the chair, keeping her distance from him.

When he wasn't paying attention, he secretly reached out to grab it again, and poured himself a cup, fearing that he would snatch it, he cupped his hand after pouring it, and killed it in one go.

Bo Yanqing shook his head helplessly, and did not stop her. He lit a cigarette, leaned sideways on the chair, and looked at Nan Jiaojiao's lowered eyebrows. The bookish spirit in his bones came out.

Bo Yanqing's heart seemed to be scratched by a claw.

He took a drag on the cigarette, and the corners of his lips curled up slightly.

The proprietress and the boss served the dishes together, and the table was full, such as stewed duck soup, spicy fish with feet, hanging roast duck, tofu brain with minced meat, abalone rice...

Nan Jiaojiao just met the boss Zhan Hao. She talked happily and was polite and gentlemanly. When she left, she asked her wife to walk by her side. She patted her hands on the apron before she went to hold Aunt Zhan's hand.

(End of this chapter)