After a few minutes, the waiters set the food on the table one by one, and then bowed their heads and retreated.
"Sir, Miss, please use it slowly."
After the waiters left, Mu Jinjin picked up the fork again, forked a piece of roast chicken and stuffed it into his mouth to chew, with a happy smile on his face.
It's delicious.
It wasn't enough to eat it herself, so she also took an extra piece and handed it to Mu Jiang's mouth, planning to feed it to him.
"You eat some too" "Hmm."
He nodded, ate the food she handed to his mouth, his eyes wandering from the fork in her hand to her sweet smiling face, seeing her smiling expression, his thin lips unconsciously raised a few degrees.
I wish she could keep smiling so happily.
For him, the happiest life in the world is nothing more than this.
She relied on him in every way, and he loved him in a thousand ways.
After Mu Jinjin swallowed the roast chicken, his greedy and hungry eyes wandered to the other delicacies on the table.
She read all the food on the table, and finally fixed her eyes on the delicious borscht.
She took a large spoon and tried to stand up to scoop the borscht to drink, but as soon as she was halfway up straight, she felt something pull on her waist, causing her to fall back into her chair weightlessly.
She looked down and saw that his hand was locked in her stomach domineeringly, no wonder she couldn't stand up straight.
"You let go of me, I want soup."
Mu Jinjin put the big spoon in his hand back on the table, and then lowered his head to wrench his hand away.
She put her hands on the back of his hand, trying to pull his hand free again, but who knew that his hand seemed to weigh a thousand pounds, stuck to her stomach, no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't pull it away.
Mu Jinjin tried several times but failed, so he was a little annoyed, raised his head and glared at him hatefully: "Why are you catching my stomach?"
"The soup is hot, I'll spoon it for you."
He let go of the hand that was on her stomach, took the large spoon in front of her, stood up, and scooped a bowl of borscht for her himself.
Mu Jinjin looked at his busy figure, and his soft heart was indescribably moved.
How much he doted on her that he would treat her like a newborn baby He held the bowl with borscht in his hand, took a spoon and gently stirred the borscht in the bowl to cool her, until he felt the temperature was right, and then he filled half a spoonful of borscht and handed it to her mouth, wanting to feed her to drink.
"I'll just drink it myself."
Mu Jinjin didn't want him to make himself look like a disabled person, so he reached out and wanted to carry the spoon in his hand, but he didn't think that the strength was unstable, and he actually knocked the spoon in his hand down The spoon fell to her knees along with the soup on it, and her white dress was instantly dyed yellow.
"I, I" Mu Jinjin looked up at him, feeling that he was simply embarrassed and thrown home, and he couldn't even hold a spoon steadily.
"Don't be afraid, just go to the hotel and open a room to wash."
He picked up the spoon from her lap and placed it on the table, then took a pack of tissues and opened it, wiping the wet soup on her skirt with the tissue.
After the soup was dried, he helped Mu Jinjin up, helped her out of the restaurant, and went to the service desk on the first floor of the hotel to open a presidential suite.
Twenty minutes later.
Mu Jinjin wrapped himself in a yukata and left the bathroom.
She closed the bathroom door and turned her head to look around, wanting to see if Mu Jiang had returned. oshow7 t1706231537: