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

Nan Jiaojiao didn't hear clearly and asked casually: "What's wrong?"

Then I saw that Bo Yanqing's face was not good. He was about to say that he didn't want to hear it, but Mo Ting opened his mouth too quickly and his mouth trembled: "You don't know, Bo Laosan was a sick boy when he was a child. He went to the ancestral home in the countryside to recuperate. Me and Yan Chi often went to visit him to play. In fact, no one would be willing to go after trekking across mountains and rivers, but their chef cooked delicious food and would open a small stove for us every time we went back, but he could only cook four or five dishes, and the other dishes were all clear and watery. , just because this guy was soaking in medicine in a jar every day, he couldn't eat sour, sweet or spicy food, and his mouth almost turned like a bird. We were worried that he was going to lose weight at a young age, so we coaxed him to go play in the mountains, while I carried a basket on my back. Deceive him to stand out alone."

"He didn't want to. We said it was medicinal material. Xu Shu searched for it for a long time and finally found it. We brought him some more and he managed to pull out a few. After we got back, Yan Chi and I cut them into slices. If you know how to make it, just mix all the seasonings together and add two tablespoons of mustard. The smell was too strong, so I wanted to use vinegar to cover it up. I couldn't find it for a long time, and finally I got a bottle of syrup from the cabinet. "

Bo Yanqing's face became more and more ugly. Nan Jiaojiao was so frightened when he saw it, but someone was still exposing his dark history, "How do we know about vinegar? We know that vinegar may be white, so isn't maltose also white? , Huo Huo drank half a bottle, and the whole plate of bitter bamboo shoots was sticky. It was disgusting to mix it. It was a pity to throw it away, so he buried the bitter bamboo shoots under the rice. Bo Yanqing didn't know anything. He took a few bites while digging the rice. At that time He vomited and had diarrhea for two days. Yan Chi and I were both frightened, fearing that he would collapse us. His body was so strong when he was a child that he could fall over if the wind blew. We had thought of the worst plan, and went to Baidu The search history is all about how many years the prison sentence can be for minors who commit homicide by mistake.”

Bo Yanqing: "..."

"Since then, he hasn't wanted to see any bamboo shoots for several years. Suddenly, he didn't know what triggered him. Whenever he ate in private, he would order a dish of bitter bamboo shoots and put it in front of Yan Chi and me. He still holds a grudge to this day."

Bo Yanqing gritted his teeth, his eyes were like hawks, wanting to peck someone.

Nan Jiaojiao's eyes swayed from side to side, her mouth pursed, not daring to make a sound. Then she silently covered her ears, pretending not to hear, and turned to look at Chu Yao, holding back her words.

Naturally, Bo Yanqing saw her little move, and he felt it was funny even though he was angry. He didn't even hide it anymore, and directly kicked Mo Tingshen on the knee, "Shut up, get out if you don't want to have a good meal."

Mo Ting rubbed his knees deeply. No one said a word of pity to him, and he stopped teasing him and just kept eating.

Bo Yanqing picked up at least three bamboo shoots with chopsticks and put them in his bowl.

I didn't taste anything else in my breakfast, but it smelled like crying, and it almost fermented in my mouth.

After eating, the two men put away the dishes and put Yuyuan's plates back into the food box. After a while, someone from the restaurant would come over to collect them.

They went out together to their respective companies.

Chu Yao took off his shoes, lay on the sofa, tore up a pack of banana slices, and ate each piece in large portions.

When Lu Zhenzhen called, Nan Jiaojiao had just made two cups of milk tea and turned on the speakerphone without having a hand to answer it.

“Look at the hot searches.”

Nan Jiaojiao subconsciously thought that the hot search was related to Chu Yao, "Chu Yao is next to me."

"It's not her, it's you. Song Yuan spread the news last night, and now you are the white-eyed wolf being chased and scolded by the entire Internet." (End of Chapter)