The boss is at the same table, she pretends to be good again

Chapter 146 Soy Milk and Xiao Long Bao
When Li Mingting returned to the villa, Rong Heng also got up.

He sat at the dining table in the hall and ate slowly, without saying a word or demeanor, very much like the aristocrat portrayed in the movie.

If he doesn't speak.

"Do you have such a regular schedule? Auntie said that you got up early to exercise. No wonder you look small, but your explosive power is quite strong."

Rong Heng looked up at Li Mingting's rambling, and then pushed over the portion that belonged to Li Mingting: "There are Chinese and Western styles, which one do you want to eat?"

Li Mingting sat down beside him, and took a sip of soy milk naturally.

The soy milk tasted mellow and slid down the esophagus, making my stomach feel warm.

Rong Heng watched from the side, and asked curiously: "Is it good?"

"Yeah." Li Mingting put down his cup, picked up his chopsticks and picked up a small steamed bun.

Next to the steamed buns are small clean plates for dipping.

Li Mingting dipped in some vinegar sauce and chili oil, and then took a bite.

The white and tender Xiaolongbao has small pleats like air vents, the skin is thin and the meat is tender, and the soup is delicious, which is much more delicious than the ones sold outside.

Sure enough, she is an aunt in a mansion, and her craftsmanship is good.

Li Mingting ate it in two bites, and picked up another one.

Rong Heng swallowed inexplicably beside him, only feeling that the meat floss sandwich on his plate was no longer tasty.

"It's sour and spicy when I wake up in the morning, it's not good for my stomach." After a long time, he said dryly.

Li Mingting's expression was calm, but he picked up the chopsticks very quickly: "I've been up for an hour."

As she said that, she raised her eyes and glanced at Rong Heng, "I often eat this way at home, I'm used to it."

Rong Heng swallowed again: "Do you eat buns and drink soy milk every day at home?"

"Almost." Li Mingting picked up the soy milk and took another sip. "In addition to buns, there are fried dough sticks, pancakes, steamed dumplings, fried eggs, miscellaneous grains porridge, etc."

"Goo..." When Rong Heng was not careful, the sound of swallowing saliva suddenly came out.

Li Mingting's chopsticks moved slightly, and he turned his head to look at him: "Haven't eaten it? Want to eat it?"

Rong Heng wanted to shake his head, but the little man in his stomach tempted him to nod his head, and even said some embarrassing words uncontrollably: "Rong Chengye said that the Chinese breakfast is too greasy, so the family never eats it. Eat these."

Rong Heng was educated in this way since he was a child, even if he grew up and stopped eating with Rong Chengye, he did not get rid of these habits.

Yang Xiaojing wants to control her figure, and will not eat these except vegetable salad and raw wheat bread.Today's Chinese breakfast was specially prepared by my aunt for Li Mingting.

After hearing this, Li Mingting felt a little sympathy for Rong Heng.

very pitiful.

I have never tasted the delicious breakfast of Yangyang Zhonghua.

"Try these two steamed buns. You don't need to dip them in vinegar sauce and chili oil. It's delicious to eat directly."

After Li Mingting pushed the steamed buns over, he said to Rong Heng: "Your father's words may not be correct. Chinese breakfast has existed for thousands of years, accepted by 14 billion people and even continued to innovate. It has a strong mark in the food industry , how could it be so easily denied?"

What's more, Rong Heng is still a teenager with a long body, and he exercises a lot every day.Not to mention that the Chinese breakfast oil is not greasy, even if it is greasy, it will not cause any physical burden to such an active Rong Heng.

Rong Heng felt that he was persuaded by Li Mingting.

Or maybe he was persuaded by the little man in his stomach.

As soon as the buns were pushed in front of him, he quickly picked up one and put it in his mouth.

The outer skin is very soft and waxy, and the filling inside has a delicious soup, so delicious that he can bite his tongue off.

(End of this chapter)