You've always loved me

Chapter 396

I didn't sleep much on the plane, Ji Anning was a little sleepy at the moment, she leaned her head on the car window, she didn't know how long she squinted, the car stopped, and she woke up.

"Reached?"

She raised her head and looked out of the car window sleepily, "What kind of place is this?"

"You want fried rice." Ji Chicheng replied to Ji Anning while unfastening his seat belt.

Pan Fried Dumpling?Ji Anning glanced out of the window again, his eyes lit up, "Elite fried rice!"

She looked at Ji Chicheng with sparkling eyes, "Uncle, how do you know that I like their fried rice?"

Ji Chicheng rolled his eyes at her, "I'm just passing by."

As she spoke, she turned her head arrogantly, opened the door and got out of the car.

"You are duplicity, you clearly know that I like it, so you came here specially." Ji Anning also hurriedly unbuckled her seat belt and got out of the car.

The mobile dining car has a big slogan on the top: Elite brand raw fried, eat it and you will be an elite.

'puff'

Ji Anning laughed when she saw the slogan '噗嗤' again.

"What?" Ji Chicheng looked at her suspiciously.

Ji Anning said with a smile: "I thought of Qi Helian and his class teacher."

"It seems that you have gotten along well these two days." Ji Chicheng frowned, obviously jealous.

Ji Anning quickly changed the subject, "Hurry up and eat, I want two servings."

As she dragged him, she could smell the aroma of fried rice from a long distance away. She greeted the aunt who was busy clearing the table: "Two...three fried rice."

Then she glanced at a few crude dining tables, found the nearest one, and asked La Ji Chicheng to sit there, "Sit down, uncle."

"Take it home and eat it, or eat it on the road."

Ji Chicheng put his hands in his trouser pockets, straightened his body, and refused to bend down arrogantly.

Ji Anning looked at the elite students sitting at the other two tables, and also felt that they should not stay for a long time in such a public place, so he did not force Ji Chicheng.

This pan-fried bun is famous for its soup, so be careful when eating it, otherwise it will be scalded or the soup will spill on your clothes.

So Ji Anning didn't dare to eat in the car, and waited until he got home before opening the bag impatiently.

She sat cross-legged in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows, admiring the night view of the sea market, and eating fried rice from a roadside stall.

One side is tall, and the other side is grounded.

"Drink the milk after eating." Ji Chicheng brought a glass of milk over and put it beside Ji Anning.

Greeting her, he turned and prepared to leave.

Ji Anning suddenly called him, "Uncle."

She picked up a bun and lifted it up, "You eat one too."

"Don't eat." Ji Chicheng glanced at the fried golden buns with disdain.

Ji Anning reached out and grabbed his trouser leg, "It's delicious, why don't you try it."

She raised her small face and pouted at him coquettishly.

Ji Chicheng frowned, "Let go."

He also grabbed the top of the trouser leg and pulled it vigorously.

Ji Anning became playful and held on tightly, "Don't let go, just take a bite."

"Then I prefer to taste it this way."

Ji Chicheng curled his lips coldly, bent over suddenly, kissed Ji Aning's oily little mouth, and then pinned her down.

(End of this chapter)