Occupy the black-bellied president

Chapter 342 Seeing Him Beautifully 2
Yin Luo nodded and followed her out.

When we arrived at the supermarket, Ding Jiaqi held Yin Luo's arm, "Eat hot pot? But the weather is a bit hot..."

"What do you want to eat?" Yin Luo asked quietly.

Ding Jiaqi looked up at him, "Eat you."

"..." Yin Luo's cheeks flashed a blush in an instant, "Don't make trouble."

"I'm not making trouble..." Ding Jiaqi said in a low voice, pushing the small cart, "Forget it, let's eat hot pot, it's easy to cook, buy some meatballs, or beef... vermicelli... what else do you want?"

"Listen to you."

"Okay, listen to me, if I buy it, you dare not eat it, you try it." Ding Jiaqi quickly bought a few boxes of beef in the quick-frozen section, bought some tribute balls, quail eggs, etc...

Yin Luo only heard the sound of things being put into the shopping cart, "How much did you buy?"

Ding Jiaqi looked at the half of the shopping cart, "Anyway, it's enough for the two of us."

"Are you buying too much, the two of us can't eat it..."

"Stuff it in the refrigerator if you can't eat it. You can learn to make it yourself when you have time." Ding Jiaqi also bought a lot of quick-frozen dumplings and wontons.

"I'm learning to cook... dishes?" Yin Luo thought he heard it wrong.

Ding Jiaqi looked at him silently, "Could it be that you expect me to find time to cook for you every day? I'm a busy person..."

Yin Luo heard that Ding Jiaqi's tone was not good, so he nodded his head.

"Mum, that uncle is so handsome." A young girl's voice sounded.

"Don't point randomly." The young woman hurriedly pulled down her daughter's little finger, but Ding Jiaqi had already seen it, stopped the cart, looked at the young woman, smiled slightly, then pulled Yin Luo past, and walked up to the little girl, "Little girl, Do you want uncle to hug you?"

"..." The little girl was silent, with a look of expectation, but with some hidden worries, she turned to look at her mother.

"This is my boyfriend, but I like children." Ding Jiaqi said.

Seeing that Ding Jiaqi looked harmless, the young woman nodded.

"How old is the little girl?"

"Auntie, I'm three and a half years old..."

"It's three and a half years old!" Ding Jiaqi teased the little girl exaggeratedly, and handed the little girl into Yin Luo's arms, "Hold me well, the little girl looks so delicate."

Yin Luo hugged the child into Yin Luo's arms with some embarrassment.

Only then did the young woman realize the difference between Yin Luo and others.

Seeing the young woman, Ding Jiaqi looked suspicious, so she took the initiative to explain, "There was an accident two years ago, and my boyfriend lost his eyesight."

The young woman had a look of regret on her face.

"That you……"

Ding Jiaqi chuckled, "My boyfriend is very good at pretending, sometimes others can't see that he is blind."

The young woman couldn't help being amused by Ding Jiaqi's cheerfulness, "You must be working hard."

"Fortunately, he worked harder." Ding Jiaqi said, "I found that he seems to be more popular with children than me."

"Yeah, it's rare to see my baby take the initiative to jump on other people." The young woman smiled, "What do you buy in the supermarket?"

"Buy hot pot ingredients."

"Buy so much?"

"Haha, buy something else by the way." Ding Jiaqi laughed.

The little girl caressed Yin Luo's cheeks with both hands, "Uncle... you see... see me?"

Yin Luo shook his head lightly.

"Then let me tell you! I... I am... very beautiful..."

"is it?"

"Well... my mother... Mummy too... aunt... too, uncle you... you too..." the girl said in a low voice, as if she was a little shy.

Seeing Yin Luo's slightly stiff face, Ding Jiaqi couldn't help but burst out laughing, took the little girl from Yin Luo's hand, and handed it to the young woman again, "The little girl's mouth is so sweet."

The young woman looked at her daughter, and then at Ding Jiaqi, "After you get married, you will have lovely children."

"Thank you." Ding Jiaqi said, and then took Yin Luo's arm, "Thank you for your kind words. Let's go now."

"Well, good, goodbye." The young woman nodded slightly.

Ding Jiaqi continued to push the car, "That little girl is really beautiful, like a doll."

"what happened?"

"I was wondering...if we really got married...would the baby be so beautiful."

"The children look more like their mothers, so they will be beautiful." Yin Luo said.

"But you're not ugly, what if you lose the right?"

"..."

"Hey, I just want a beautiful child." Ding Jiaqi said in a low voice.

Yin Luo's face darkened, he really didn't know how to continue this topic.

Ding Jiaqi continued to choose food as if nothing had happened.

When the two returned to Yin Luo's villa, it was already past five o'clock. Ding Jiaqi was preparing the pots and stoves, while Yin Luo helped him to wash vegetables in the dark.

Ding Jiaqi looked at him amusedly, washing the vegetables one by one in the basket with both hands.

"How do you know if you've washed it or not?"

"By feeling."

"..." Ding Jiaqi laughed uncontrollably, "You are truly a genius."

Yin Luo finished washing the vegetables, the tofu, and the meat. In short, everything was based on feeling.

The two sat on the small round table in the restaurant, smelling the delicious hot pot.

"It's so spicy." Ding Jiaqi frowned.

"If you can't eat spicy food, don't put so much." Yin Luo said.

Ding Jiaqi put away the chili powder and muttered, "Accidentally put too much."

A pungent spicy smell came, Yin Luo frowned, and had a bad feeling, "How much did you put?"

"It's okay, it's not too spicy." Ding Jiaqi said, pulling Yin Luo to sit down, looking at the food tumbling in the pot, "A Luo, can you try to see if this meat is cooked?"

Yin Luo chewed and nodded, "It's just too spicy."

"Hot pot is meant to be spicy. What's the point of not being spicy?" Ding Jiaqi looked at the red pot, ate some food, and sniffed, "Wow, it's really spicy."

"Mix it with a little water, it's so spicy, how can you eat it? What if it's too spicy?"

Ding Jiaqi looked at him sideways, "I didn't call, what's your name?"

"..." Yin Luo was silent.

Ding Jiaqi picked up a ball and ordered Yin Luo, "Open your mouth."

Yin Luo also opened it obediently, Ding Jiaqi bit half of the ball, put her head in front of him, and handed it to him with her mouth.

He didn't bite into the meatball, but bit into the soft little mouth first.

Yin Luo was slightly taken aback.

Ding Jiaqi's face was close to his, seeing Yin Luo's slightly stiff and inexplicably narrow expression, she felt amused, she said vaguely, "Bite!"

Yin Luo kissed her lips and bit off half of the ball.

Ding Jiaqi laughed happily, and tears rolled down from the corners of her eyes, "Is it delicious?"

Yin Luo nodded.

"Eat a few more if it tastes good." Ding Jiaqi said and fed them to Yin Luo's mouth one by one, no matter how hard the tears were on her face.

Suddenly, Yin Luo was stunned, the coolness on his lips made him frown, he was about to reach out to touch her face, Ding Jiaqi hurriedly pulled his hand away, exclaimed, "Spicy, it's so hot, I burst into tears .”

Yin Luo sighed helplessly, "I told you to add some water, but you won't listen."

Ding Jiaqi was aggrieved, "It's okay to eat a little bit, who knows that it will become more and more spicy later on."

Yin Luo reached out to pick up the warm kettle, poured some water into the bowl, grabbed something in the hot pot with chopsticks, washed it in clean water, and handed it to Ding Jiaqi's lips, "Eat."

Ding Jiaqi opened her mouth, bit down, and chewed "Smash it!" After swallowing it, her voice was choked up, "You nonsense! This is even more spicy! It's so spicy!"

Her tears couldn't stop, facing this face.

Yin Luo was at a loss for a moment, "You can't eat spicy food, but you still put it spicy!"

Ding Jiaqi got up, "I'm going to the bathroom to rinse my mouth."

"Go quickly." Yin Luo turned off the induction cooker, and bought a lot, but didn't eat much.

Yin Luo still fumbled out a few balls in the pot, washed them again and again, tasted them, and made sure they were not spicy anymore, then fumbled them into Ding Jiaqi's bowl again.

Ding Jiaqi hid in the bathroom, the faucet was turned on very loudly, looking in the mirror, she couldn't hold back her tears.

She never knew she had so many tears...

Just looking at Yin Luo like this makes her heart ache...

After calming down, she walked into the living room again and looked at her small bowl. The food in the bowl had piled up into a hill.

Ding Jiaqi's nose was sore again.

Sitting on the seat, "There are so many, I can't eat them."

"Eat more, you are too thin." Yin Luo said to himself, "Especially these few days."

Ding Jiaqi lowered her head, "How do you know I've lost weight? Can you do it with just two hugs?"

Yin Luo blushed again.

Ding Jiaqi lowered her head to pick up the food, the heat from the hot pot made the living room feel like it was boiling hot.

"When I come back from New Zealand, how about inviting more people to eat hot pot together?" Yin Luo suggested.

"kindness."

Ding Jiaqi responded.

"At that time, you can't put so much spice." Yin Luo reminded.

"it is good."

"Zixiu likes to eat beef, let's buy more beef."

"kindness."

"You like meatballs, let's buy more meatballs."

"it is good."

As Yin Luo spoke, Ding Jiaqi responded involuntarily.

"I'm full." She leaned on Yin Luo, "Ah Luo, who of us will do the dishes?"

"I come."

Ding Jiaqi looked at his face seriously and fell silent. After a moment, she said, "Let's go together. You help me."

Yin Luo shrugged, indifferent.

Ding Jiaqi got up and cleaned up the dishes.

She put the dirty pot and bowl into the sink. Yin Luo took a rag and wiped it carelessly. Ding Jiaqi couldn't see it, and snatched it back. "It feels so good, it can turn our house into a garbage dump."

Yin Luo hugged her gently from behind her, leaning his chin on her shoulder, "I'm suddenly looking forward to the life after I marry you."

"Married?" Ding Jiaqi sneered, "Can you handle my mother?"

Yin Luo chuckled, "How can I get your mother to agree?"

Ding Jiaqi raised the corners of her lips slightly, "Well... It will take about seven or eight years... When her old man thinks that if I don't get married, I will be single for the rest of my life, then she may agree to marry me to you."

(End of this chapter)