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

Chapter 488 Jujube Forest
Bo Yanqing didn't tense up, and sat down beside her.

The table was old, and the edges were damaged in several places, the corners were rounded and faded, and there was a layer of oil floating on the table that could not be wiped clean.

Bo Yanqing didn't show any disgust, took out two paper towels, wiped Nan Jiaojiao's face clean first, folded it in half, and then wiped his side.

"Didn't you have enough to eat tonight?"

"It's all here. Eat something to suit the occasion. If you feel uncomfortable, then I won't eat."

Bo Yan smiled lightly: "Eat, I'm hungry too."

Nan Jiaojiao crossed her legs, and the chair was so low that her knees reached her heart. She rested one hand on her knees, resting her face, and looked at him carefully, "You can get used to eating street stalls, this kind of thing You shouldn't have touched it."

Nan Jiaojiao was purely curious.

It stands to reason that Bo Yanqing should be pampered the most, every bite of food delivered to his mouth is strictly screened, and he has a cleanliness habit.

Bo Yanqing was about to pour tea for her, but the teacup was too dirty. The cup should have a white bottom, which had been soaked in low-quality tea for many years, and the bottom turned yellow. There was a ring of tea stains of different shades near the rim.

He couldn't help frowning.

Let the boss send two bottles of mineral water over.

"I was in poor health when I was young, and recuperating in the countryside. The servants in Zhuangzi thought I was expelled there, and they didn't treat me wholeheartedly at first, and they treated me badly in terms of food."

Nan Jiaojiao's eyelids twitched, she didn't know he had such an experience before.

"What then?"

"The old lady went there once, got angry, fired all the people in the village, and redeployed staff and chefs from Bo's house. I was used to eating porridge and small dishes, and suddenly I changed to big fish and big meat. It's a bit hypocritical. I didn’t get supplemented, and my body suffered for a while, and later, the food in the country was very appetizing to me, and the cook learned how to cook it for me, and I ate a lot.”

At this time, the proprietress came over with a bowl of rice noodles.

Bo Yanqing asked for a small bowl.

He broke apart the disposable chopsticks, picked some rice noodles into a small bowl, added soup, and placed it in front of Nan Jiaojiao.

"So, the rice noodles are also eaten."

Nan Jiaojiao pursed her lips, feeling complicated. The "porridge and side dishes" in his mouth should have been beautified.

Many unfavored children in wealthy families are treated perfunctorily by servants.

"What's the name of the village?"

"Zaolin, a beautiful village, with many hand-painted paintings on the walls, I have a chance to show you."

Jujube forest.

A certain string in Nan Jiaojiao's brain suddenly tensed, and suddenly broke.

Some clips flashed by quickly, but I couldn't catch them. There was a force in the subconscious that was desperately resisting, and the more I thought about it, the more I felt a headache.

"What's wrong?" Bo Yanqing noticed that her expression was wrong.

Nan Jiaojiao shook her head, "It's okay, I thought of a place, it's a bit familiar, but I can't remember it."

"Then don't want to, eat rice noodles first."

They only ordered a bowl and ate it separately. In the end, there was a little left in the bowl.

Nan Jiaojiao left a bunch of candied haws for the boss, and holding hands with Bo Yanqing, they walked along the food street to the end of the street, and then took a shortcut back home.

……

Mo Ting washed his hands deeply, shook off the water stains, and quickly followed behind Chu's waist.

The hallway was silent, and the sound of high heels knocked echoed.

Chu Yao drank the wine, and after the noise just now, the alcohol she was suppressing was aroused, she staggered with every step, suddenly took a big step, and hastily stretched out her hand to support the wall.

Mo Tingshen was always following at a distance that was neither too far nor too close.

She stopped and so did he.

Frowning, he looked at her slightly panting back.

Not a word.

(End of this chapter)