Rose with Snow

Biting the salad fork with Lu Xuewen, they exchanged countless glances.

Even Yu Sheng, who met Song Ying and Huaixu on the first day, instantly understood what the two people in the WeChat group were screaming before.

Is Song Yingshi so coquettish?

Just let Huai Xu get her vegetables and just stare at her, like a little sheep waiting to be fed.

Too... too good!

In the different thoughts of the people at the table, Huai Xu came back with a bowl of salad, and she put the salad in front of Song Yingshi.

In fact, Song Yingshi hadn't thought of how to let Huai Xu feed her in a logical way. Could it be that she had to throw the chopsticks on the ground? Such a low-level excuse.

While racking her brains, she looked down and saw that in addition to salad greens and mashed purple potato balls, there were a few prawns in the salad.

Song Yingshi had an idea in an instant.

She ate two mouthfuls of mashed potatoes, kicked Huai Xu's calf under the table, and pointed at the shrimp with her chopsticks.

Huai Xu asked slowly, "Want to eat?"

Huaixu has received the signal!

Song Yingshi's eyes lit up, she nodded and continued to hint:

"I'm too lazy to peel it."

Compared with before, Huai Xu seems to have opened up the two veins of Ren and Du this time, and the efficiency of receiving instructions is extremely high.

But the queue was delayed just now, the task countdown has reached the last minute, and there is no chance for a second shrimp. Success or failure is here.

The tender red prawns made Huaixu's fingertips almost transparent, but Song Yingshi didn't appreciate it.

Song Yingshi stared at Huaixu's movements.

Huaixu asked Tao Qin to borrow a wet towel to wipe his hands, peeled off the shrimp, and only had a shrimp tail shell that was easy to hold.

After Huai Xu finished peeling the shrimp, she raised her eyes to look at Song Ying, who followed the shrimp, and the corners of her lips curled up.

Are you so hungry?

Thinking of Song Ying, she was probably really hungry. When Huai Xu didn't tease Song Ying this time, she reached out and put the shrimp on Song Ying's dinner plate—

Song Yingshi suddenly bowed and took the shrimp away in one bite.

At a certain moment, the soft and moist touch wrapped around Huai Xu's fingertips, and then slid away.

Her hand stopped in midair.

Song Yingshi sat back, biting the shrimp and smiling:

"tasty."