Loli Widow: National Teacher, please respect yourself

Chapter 112 It's New Year's Eve

Xiang Xiaokui glanced sideways at Yi Heng, wondering why he was able to eat smoothly while wearing a hood.

She turned her face and glanced at Xiaodie again. Although she was trembling with fright, Xiaodie still stretched out her chopsticks very tenaciously, and kept destroying the plate of mushroom and lotus root clips in front of her, and occasionally stretched out her chopsticks cautiously. , but fished some wild mushrooms and chicken in the chicken soup, and the action was quiet, it was almost.

Unexpectedly, one day I would sit around the Dafang table with others and have a New Year's Eve dinner.

In modern times, the New Year's Eve dinner is always outside, and the cups are exchanged. It is not so much a New Year's Eve dinner as it is a business partner.

After every New Year's Eve dinner, it is a confrontation of swords and swords. No matter how friendly the relationship is on the surface, it is nothing but clothes and luxurious jewelry.

The luxurious banquets of the upper-class celebrities and high-ranking officials are always enviable. In fact, after getting used to it, you will find that behind those luxury and nobility is just a cold business. No matter how lively it looks, the gathering of guests is nothing but a cold self .

She hasn't eaten such a deserted New Year's Eve dinner for a long time.

But she hasn't eaten such a real and warm New Year's Eve dinner for a long time.

Under the high light of the candle, Xiang Xiaokui smiled slightly, stretched out her chopsticks, picked up a slice of meat and put it into Xiaodie's bowl, Xiaodie trembled, and even hugged her small bowl like a life-saving straw.

Yi Heng tightened his grip on the chopsticks, and saw Xiang Xiaokui picked up another piece of meat, and put it lightly into his bowl.

After comparing, Yi Heng felt that his piece of meat was much bigger than Xiaodie's, so he stuffed the piece of meat into his mouth contentedly.

Two pairs of chopsticks meet in the bowl.

Xiao Die shook her hands, and the chicken on the chopsticks shook Xiang Xiaokui's bowl twice, and finally retracted her slender hands very quickly.

Yi Heng slowly put the chicken leg into Xiang Xiaokui's bowl.

Looking at this silent confrontation, Xiang Xiaokui poked the chicken leg in his bowl with some dumbfounding, raised his head and smiled; "Thank you." Then he stretched out his hand and pressed Xiaodie's hand that was placed aside.

After the New Year's Eve dinner, Xiao Die wanted to clean up the dishes, but Xiang Xiaokui refused, "It's New Year's Eve, let's talk about it tomorrow."

Although it is difficult to find traces of fruits in winter in ancient times, after all, there is King Wu here, and the Xiao Ye family in Zhengyang City sent some fresh fruits, even the very rare Dongzi small fragrant pears. At that time, there were two fruit plates that had been washed, and Xiang Xiaokui found a huge plate to put them in. It was a big plate full, and it looked so colorful and beautiful.

Yi Heng squeezed an orange and pinched it there, glanced at Xiang Xiaokui, didn't bother to pay attention to him, took an orange, peeled it, and ate it slowly.

The taste is not considered delicious, even slightly sour, but it is better than a natural fresh air.

Xiang Xiaokui frowned, put down the half-eaten orange, and Yi Heng had already touched it, opened a piece and stuffed it into his mouth.

……

"Don't you think your action looks like an idiot?"

"What is a moron?"

"..."

The age gap is indeed inevitable.

"Little Huaguduo, what is an idiot! Tell me!"

"..."

"In a literal sense, an idiot, an ignorant person, an insane person, an obsessed person...does it refer to a person who is obsessed with a certain thing and makes his mind difficult and naive and unintelligent!? Little Huaguduo, am I right?"

"To shut up!"

(End of this chapter)