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

Chapter 335 A smell of lemon, really sour

Nan Jiaojiao put a bowl of noodles in front of him, "Eat."

Bo Yanqing sat down, picked up the chopsticks but didn't know where to start.

Nan Jiaojiao ate very satiated, the noodles were slurping intermittently, she took small bites, picked a few pieces, and her face was pink from the heat.

Bo Yanqing was a little skeptical about life.

Pick up a chopstick and put it in your mouth. It's not inedible, but it tastes weird. It's clear noodles in clear soup, but there are peppers and vinegar in it.

Nan Jiaojiao drank a few mouthfuls of soup, sighed in satisfaction, and glanced at the half of the noodles in Bo Yanqing's bowl, "Aren't they delicious?"

Just as Bo Yanqing was about to speak, she stared straight at her. She moved the bowl to her in a second and picked out a few chopsticks for her.

Nan Jiaojiao ate it together, the soup in the bowl almost bottomed out.

He really couldn't help asking, "Delicious?"

"It's delicious. I make it myself. It's delicious no matter what. I'm best at cooking noodles."

Bo Yanqing's hands trembled, the girl probably didn't eat good food.

"Don't do it in the future, I'll come."

"You will?" Nan Jiaojiao looked at him suspiciously.

Bo Yanqing couldn't laugh or cry, "I can't, but I can learn."

"There's no quick fix in cooking. It's like I've been exercising since I was a child. You haven't experienced the hardships of life. Don't force yourself."

Nan Jiaojiao didn't blush, "I see there's still a piece of tofu in the refrigerator, I'll make tofu soup for you tonight."

The corners of Bo Yanqing's mouth trembled, how did she manage to be so confident.

He ate the rest of the noodles, and said with dignity: "It's delicious, but I'll come tonight, so don't tire you out."

Nan Jiaojiao thought for a while, "Maybe I won't eat at home tonight, it's over at Chuyao, I'll call you."

Bo Yanqing breathed a sigh of relief, "Alright, I'll follow your arrangement."

He put the bowls and chopsticks into the kitchen, threw a few fried eggs into the trash can, and used two pans, one with a flat bottom, and a layer of dark oil inside, which was refined. , the other is the water for cooking noodles, Bo Yanqing poured out the water, and saw that there was a ring of paste on the bottom of the pot, like a poached egg sank to the bottom, and was violently rubbed away by the spatula.

This is called cooking from childhood?
Resigned to his fate, Bo Yanqing rolled up his sleeves to clean up the mess.

Nan Jiaojiao came in, rolled up his sleeves twice, cut a few lemons and made two cups of honey lemon tea.

She held a cup for herself, and put the other cup near him. The man's watch was untied and placed on the glazed table. She glanced at it and said, "Are you leaving? Are you going to drive by yourself today?"

"Well, it's close to the company."

Bo Yanqing put the cleaned bowl aside, shook off the water from his hand, turned around and supported Nan Jiaojiao with his wrist, sat her on the stage with his arms on her side, leaned down, and rubbed her the tip of the nose.

"Good morning kiss."

Nan Jiaojiao leaned back very skillfully, raised her head, and smiled with slightly bent eyebrows, "Where are you kissing?"

Bo Yanqing raised his eyebrows, "You can do whatever you want."

Nan Jiaojiao perfunctorily kissed between his brows and said good morning, "Let's go, see you tonight."

Bo Yanqing grasped the back of her neck with his palm, pulled her over and kissed her deeply, and finally traced a circle around the corner of her mouth with insatiable desire.

When they parted, their breathing was unsteady, and they let out a muffled laugh: "A smell of lemon, really sour."

"is it?"

Nan Jiaojiao put the lemon slice that was used as a decoration on the edge of the cup into her mouth, sipped it before taking it away, and raised her head to hit his lips.

(End of this chapter)