My wife is a squeamish bag

Chapter 59 Dedicated to the two of you

When the pimple soup was served, An Beibei saw the green "scallions" floating on the soup bowl at a glance, and she felt very happy.

Although it was just a very small thing, at least it comforted her, who had been in trouble all day long, that she was not so useless.

It's just that why these "chopped green onions" seem to be different from what I remember.

Could it be that the onion varieties here are different?

Or did her memory go awry?
She has never been picky eaters, nor does she pay too much attention to food.

Most of the time, I either read while eating, or think while eating.

Occasionally, she also chats with the seniors, but usually they talk and she listens quietly.

After all, the difference in age is several years, the generation gap is too big, and the thoughts are not on the same frequency at all.

In doubt, Qi Jingyu frowned slightly while staring at the chopped green onions in the bowl, An Beibei hurriedly asked with concern: "Erlang, don't you like eating green onions?"

After asking, I realized something was wrong. If Qi Erlang didn't like green onions, his mother would know.

"Any green onions? Why don't I have any?"

Qi Yingxue craned her neck curiously, and immediately shut up.

Taking a peek at Qi Lu's calm face, she gave An Beibei a sympathetic look, then lowered her head and ate in silence.

"It was picked by your daughter-in-law, and mother specially left it for you two."

When Qi Lu said this, his tone was quite calm.

An Beibei was originally wondering why only she and Qi Jingyu had shallots and no one else.

Hearing what Qi Lu said, he only thought that this was really reserved for them by Qi Lu, so he glanced at her gratefully, and then looked at Qi Jingyu expectantly with his eyes wide open.

Qi Yingxue covered her face, Beibei was so stupid, she didn't even notice.

Qi Jingyu was stared at by her scorchingly, so he had no choice but to pick up the chopsticks, hold a large chopsticks and the lumpy dough with "chopped green onion" expressionlessly, and stuffed it into his mouth in one bite.

"How is it? Is it delicious?"

An Beibei asked eagerly, as if she cooked the pimple soup.

Qi Jingyu swallowed the dough unhurriedly, glanced at her and said, "You will know after you taste it."

"Okay."

An Beibei picked up the dough excitedly, wondering why the "chopped green onions" had no fragrance, but she didn't think much about it, and stuffed the dough into her mouth.

Hmm...why do I feel like I'm eating grass?

Don't ask her why she knows, because her mouth is full of the smell of green grass that comes from her nose when she is lying on the lawn.

An Beibei's small face was wrinkled, her cheeks were swollen due to the food in her mouth, and her round face with baby fat became even rounder, like a big bun.

Qi Jingyu's eyebrows were slightly tainted with a smile, and seeing her swallowing the dough with difficulty, he slowly said: "This is a wheat seedling, not a green onion."

An Beibei's eyes widened suddenly, and she took a closer look at the "chopped green onions" in the bowl, then raised her head and quickly glanced at the Qi family members with different expressions, her eyes turned red immediately.

She quickly lowered her head, quickly picked up the lumpy dough in the bowl, and stuffed it into her mouth.

Qi Jingyu frowned slightly, and said in a deep voice: "Eat slowly, pick out the wheat seedlings first."

An Beibei turned a deaf ear and kept stuffing it into her mouth.

Qi Jingyu's face darkened, he grasped her wrist, and was about to speak when she suddenly looked up at him, her red eyes were already filled with tears, but she stubbornly refused to let them fall.

Where Qi Jingyu was in a daze, as soon as the strength in his hand was loosened, An Beibei broke free from his restraint, finished the pimple soup in threes and fives, said with a muffled head, "I'm done", turned around and ran out The main room.

(End of this chapter)