Ji Shao, he is pretending to be weak again

Chapter 170
As soon as he heard that there were tea plums in it, Qi Shaoqin let go of his suspicions.

But when she took a bite of this pastry, her face instantly turned purple.

"Damn! What a strange smell! Is it sour or sweet..."

It's hard to say, although it's not unpalatable, she doesn't like the taste.

It's a pity that Chamei Guiling Paste has such a good name.

She was about to spit out the half of the pastry in her mouth.

Ji Mo took out a small bottle from his pocket.

"Eating chamei tortoise jelly requires dipping sauces to make it more delicious."

As he spoke, Ji Mo uncorked the bottle, and sprinkled some condiments on the dish of chameiguiling jelly.

Qi Shaoqin looked at him suspiciously: "Don't fool me!"

"It's up to you whether you eat or not." After Ji Mo finished speaking, he moved his chopsticks again.

Qi Shaoqin watched him eat three yuan in a row, each eating faster than the other.

He saw that half of the dish had entered Ji Mo's mouth.

"Save some for me! You ate it all by yourself!" Qi Shaoqin swallowed his saliva, and stretched out his hand to pull the whole plate of pastries towards her.

Ji Mo looked at her with a broken smile and said, "I thought you didn't like this."

"If you don't like food, you can't eat it all by yourself!" Qi Shaoqin gave him a blank look, and picked up the chopsticks again. This time, she ate carefully, and first licked it. It's delicious.

It was sweet with a milky aroma, and with the aroma of sassafras in the tea plum pastry, Qi Shaoqin found that the pastry instantly became delicious.

He ate half a plate of chamei tortoise jelly in one go, still feeling a little unsatisfied.

"It's almost finished, I'll drink some vegetable soup later," Ji Mo said.

Qi Shaoqin frowned when he heard the vegetable soup: "Is there no beef soup?" She is a meat lover.

"No." Ji Mo replied simply.

Qi Shaoqin frowned: "You are such a freshman, they just treat you like this? They won't even do anything for you!"

Hearing her comparison, Ji Mo shook his head and said, "Since when did I become a big shot with you? Shouldn't I be a despicable and shameless villain?"

Qi Shaoqin choked.

Is this sick man showing off his memory to her in this way?
She said angrily: "That's right! You are a despicable and shameless villain! You just need to know yourself!"

Ji Mo nodded and said: "Yes, so a despicable and shameless villain with self-knowledge should just be a vegetarian."

"You!" Qi Shaoqin stared at him dissatisfied, and just as he was about to explode, the middle-aged woman had already arrived with a nest of steaming vegetable soup.

Qi Shaoqin glanced at it, it was shiny green with some sesame seeds floating on it.

She felt bad all of a sudden.

As soon as the middle-aged woman walked away, she exploded and said, "This is the ancestral snack you boasted to the sky? That's it?"

Ji Mo shook his head and said: "Zhengchou is not enough to drink, you don't need to drink, this nest of soup belongs to me."

With that said, Ji Mo filled a bowl for himself.

Qi Shaoqin watched him gracefully scoop up a spoonful of soup, blew slowly, and drank it.

Her brows frowned into a Sichuan character.

"Who said I wouldn't drink it! You want to eat it for yourself! No way!" She ran so far early in the morning, and it was not a loss to go back with a full stomach.

Qi Shaoqin immediately poured a bowl of soup for himself, and drank it in big gulps, regardless of burning his mouth.

But this warm vegetable soup was different from what she expected.

"This soup is so delicious!" She exclaimed.

"Yeah." Ji Mo was not at all surprised by her reaction.

(End of this chapter)