She is A and Sa at the same table

Chapter 42 Picky Eating Glutinous Rice Dumplings

There was no one in front of her, so Lin Qingyou took a step forward, moving like this, and quickly moved to the front, she looked up at Jing Xing beside her, and instantly understood.

Ah... It seems that the reputation of the school bully is also beneficial, it doesn't mean that the queue is very fast.

"I'm holding this, this is hot." Jing Xing took the two servings of potato stewed beef brisket with rice and didn't let her touch the bowl.

Lin Qingyou nodded, turned around and took two pairs of chopsticks, thought for a while, and brought two spoons.

The two sat down at a seat near the aisle. Lin Qingyou handed over the chopsticks and spoon together, and then lowered her head to pick potatoes.

Jing Xing raised his eyebrows and looked at her for a while, then suddenly said, "You don't eat potatoes?"

"Ah," Lin Qingyou said without looking up, "I don't really like to eat."

In fact, I don't like to eat too much.

"I remember when I met you for the first time, you were picking bean sprouts." Jing Xing recalled the scene when we first met. In the tense atmosphere, she sat quietly in the corner, serious and focused... Pick bean sprouts.

Lin Qingyou kept picking potatoes, and said honestly, "Actually, I don't really like bean sprouts either."

"Apart from potatoes and bean sprouts, what else do you eat?" Jing Xing watched as she picked out the potatoes and piled them one by one on the side of the bowl, and soon a small mountain of potatoes was piled up.

Lin Qingyou thought about it seriously, and counted with her fingers: "Vegetables, mushrooms, beans, pumpkin, winter melon, onion, ginger and garlic..."

Jing Xing: "..."

"You should say what you eat." Jing Xing said.

"Meat, I'm a carnivore." Lin Qingyou poked the rice with chopsticks, her eyes bent, "Beef and mutton, plus fish and shrimp, I don't like the others very much."

"..." Jing Xing was amazed.

Don't eat this, don't eat that, I don't know how she survived these ten years?

Seemingly feeling that she was a bit picky eater, Lin Qingyou bit her spoon and looked up at him, and said very tactfully, "Am I a bit picky eater?"

Jing Xing: "..."

She is too modest to say this, this is not a bit picky eater, is it very, extremely, special picky eater? !
"...No, I'm just a picky eater." In the end, Jing Xing also said this very tactfully.

Lin Qingyou's temperament is meek, and she doesn't have any of the impetuous spirit of today's young people. She does everything in a leisurely manner, even eating.

Uncle Chen once said before that the most suitable job for her would be to go to the temple to knock on wooden fish while wearing cassock. Give her a wooden fish, and she can knock on it all day without haste.

Jing Xing didn't eat fast, but he also ate slowly. The two of them reached an unprecedented consistency in this kind of thing. He didn't eat much, so he was naturally a little faster than Lin Qingyou.

"Do you want porridge?" Jing Xing put down his chopsticks and asked her.

The rice was a bit dry, and it was really not very comfortable to eat, so I had to drink some porridge to press it down, but Lin Qingyou looked at that she still had a small half of the rice bowl left, and she really didn't want to waste it, so she was a little tangled and said: "Can I wait a while to eat it again?" Go shopping, I haven't finished eating yet..."

"Eat it, I'll go buy it." Jing Xing knew how much she was obsessed with food, he could tell from the sentence "No, I haven't finished eating yet, thank you for your kindness" at the rice noodle restaurant that day.

Risking your life to eat the last bite of food, what a foodie spirit worthy of singing and tears.

(End of this chapter)