Black-bellied Bamboo Horse: Xiaoqingmei, I can't eat enough!

Chapter 870 She Can't Eat Spicy

When Yuan Ming and Chris returned to the apartment, Zhang Meng had already cleared the dining table. An induction cooker was placed in the middle, and a mandarin duck soup pot was placed on it. Aroma, vegetables and meat are placed beside the pot, and Zhang Meng——

He was dressed more than for a college dinner and was cleaning shrimp and shellfish in the kitchen with an apron on.

"..." Yuan Ming really felt powerless to complain.

Why don't you eat a hot pot and wear a tuxedo, or stay at home...

Yuan Ming put the two cans of sesame paste on the table, and raised his chin towards Chris: "Sit down, I'll change clothes."

"Okay..." Chris nodded weakly, unconsciously a little nervous.

Her nervousness didn't dissipate until Yuan Ming changed his clothes and came out——

Because Yuan Ming just changed into a pair of loose slacks and a comfortable T-shirt, with the laziness of home.

Chris turned her head and exhaled lightly.

She was really afraid that Yuan Ming would also wear a dress that was too formal.

Facts have proved-

Whether you dislike a person or not has nothing to do with what he wears.

If she likes him, she still likes him very much when he comes out wearing slippers and beach shorts. It is natural and unpretentious to say that it is casual; if she doesn't like him, even if he wears the most expensive dress, she is just an out-of-date clown in her eyes .

Zhang Meng brought out the last dish, smiling like a big bad wolf dressed as a wolf grandmother: "Chris, come and eat, I have prepared two flavors, you must try the spicy pot."

Yuan Ming frowned and sat at the table: "Didn't I tell you not to be spicy?"

Zhang Meng stared at him sideways: "You can't eat spicy food, why don't you let us eat?"

Yuan Ming rolled his eyes at him: "Chris can't eat spicy food either."

"Ok?"

"why?"

Both Chris and Zhang Meng looked at Yuan Ming with some puzzlement.

Yuan Ming was taken aback for a moment, and suddenly remembered... Uh, there are cultural differences between the East and the West. After all, people don't even confine themselves to confinement.

But after all, it is not good for the body, right?
"She has mouth ulcers." Yuan Ming said, turning his head to look at Chris.

Chris was a little dazed by his look.

Canker sores? !
When did she get mouth sores?

Wait, he doesn't let himself eat spicy food, is it because of...that?
Chris's face turned red unconsciously.

Although she didn't know whether Yuan Ming said that because of that, but it was the only reason she could think of.

Zhang Meng looked at Yuan Ming suspiciously, and asked a very clever question: "How do you know that Chris has oral ulcers?"

"You don't care how I know." Yuan Ming gave him a pair of white eyes, picked up the bowl and lowered his head to adjust the sauce.

Zhang Meng took a deep breath, but was interrupted by Chris when he was about to speak: "I just bought medicine."

As she spoke, she went to the table and sat next to Yuan Ming, then extended her hand to him: "Help me mix the dipping sauce, can you?"

Yuan Ming said without raising his head, "The ones made by Zhang Meng are delicious."

Zhang Meng also nodded again and again: "That's right, wait a minute, I'll make it all up for you." Then, he returned to the kitchen and brought two small bowls over after a while.

The bowl contains the prepared dry ingredients, which Zhang Meng had prepared early in the morning, chopped green onion, coriander, crushed peanuts and a little fragrant chili oil, the bowl is so beautiful that it is outrageous.

Chris's expression remained unchanged. After taking it, she thanked her with a smile, and then pushed the bowl towards Yuan Ming: "Yuan Ming, I can't eat spicy food."

Yuan Ming choked, and raised his head to look at her, as if asking: What do you want? !
Chris smiled brightly: "I have mouth ulcers."

"……"Row!

Yuan Ming sent his bowl to her as if resigned to his fate, and snorted softly: "Don't blame me if it's not good."

Chris took it over, picked up the chopsticks quite skillfully, dipped some sauce into her mouth, tasted it, and then smiled with her eyes even more bent: "Mmm, it's delicious."

Zhang Meng stood aside, looking at these two people, and suddenly felt... Why is Nima himself so like a light bulb? !
"Eat." Yuan Ming glanced at him, frowning slightly to signal him not to go crazy and make people laugh.

Zhang Meng glared at him, sat down, and began to put vegetables in the pot.

This meal was very awkward. Yuan Ming kept his head down while eating, and he would never speak unless asked. Zhang Meng was busy all the time, busy cooking vegetables and meat, and busy telling Chris all kinds of funny things. Good jokes, Chrissy busy...eating, and polite laughs.

After eating a hot pot meal for nearly two hours, the guests and hosts enjoyed themselves in the end. Zhang Fang sent Chris back to her house—in fact, it was only a dozen steps away.

When the door was closed, Zhang Bang's face fell, and he jumped up to Yuan Ming who was clearing the table, grabbed his wrist, looked at him through gritted teeth and asked, "Yuan Ming, to be honest, are you Don't you like Chrissy?"

Yuan Ming's wrist was shaken by his grasp, and the remaining piece of lettuce on the plate fluttered and fell into the pot that had ceased fire. The green vegetable leaves were stained with red soup, and the orange-yellow butter was solidified on it. Very off-putting.

"What are you thinking about?" Yuan Ming shook his wrist again, broke away from Zhang Meng's hand and continued to clean up the dishes, "How can I be in the mood to think about that?"

"Then why did you remember asking Chris to come to dinner today?" Zhang Meng frowned, "Also, when did you two get so close? Why does she have to ask you to make her dipping sauce?!"

Yuan Ming looked at him with a smile: "Are you three years old?" After speaking, Yuan Ming was about to go to the kitchen.

"You don't care how old I am! Tell me quickly!" Zhang Meng was rarely serious, and stopped Yuan Ming with his eyebrows frowned, as if he would not let him go unless he spoke clearly.

Yuan Ming rolled his eyes at him, and simply shoved the plate into his hand: "I just said that politely, who knew she would really come? Besides, wasn't it because of you that I said politely? Who knew you were so dishonest. "After finishing speaking, Yuan Ming gave him another supercilious look.

He called Chris over today, but it was actually because of Zhang Meng.

Since the computer incident, although there has been no news from the imperial capital, he has been very uneasy and feels sorry for Zhang Meng. The two have lived under the same roof for two years. It is false to say that there is no relationship. Meng has never doubted his identity so far, but he has been secretly watching Zhang Meng's every move.

He thought, if possible, help Zhang Meng chase after Chris, and if he can help him solve his relationship problems, he should be less guilty, right?

But he never expected that Chris would react like that today.

This really made him very depressed!
Does his charm no longer need to diverge to attract girls?

Conscience of heaven and earth, he deliberately changed into lazy clothes to set off Zhang Meng!

(End of this chapter)