Chapter 254

Zhao Fulin was so anxious to take Lele to kindergarten this morning that she didn't lift the lid to see what was in the bucket. Unexpectedly, there was such an Oolong!

At the moment, Zhao Yulin really wanted to dig a hole on the spot and bury herself. She didn't dare to raise her head and snorted: "I don't know whether you like sweet or salty, so I told the cook to do it casually. If you really don't want to eat this, I'll buy you another one later."

As soon as Zhao Fulin's voice fell, he heard the people on the side reply: "you feed me."

"Ha?" Zhao Fulin suddenly raised her head and looked at Mu Tingfeng in surprise.

In fact, Mu Tingfeng didn't like sweet and greasy things. He just had a high fever all night and spent too much energy. He didn't eat this morning and was hungry for a long time.

Smelling the smell of jujube lotus seed porridge, the body has made the most honest response.

Most importantly, this porridge was brought by Zhao Fulin. Although it seems a little different from what he expected, it doesn't affect his good mood at the moment.

"I said, you feed me."

This time, Zhao Fulin really understood Mu Tingfeng's words, and her face suddenly became a little delicate: "is president Mu a three-year-old? Do you want someone to feed you? "

In the face of Zhao Fulin's satire, Mu Tingfeng has no sense of shame. Yang Yang himself is still in plaster cast, wrapped up like a mummy's hand, and says with a strong sense: "my hand is injured."

Zhao Fulin's eyes twitched: "if I read it correctly, it seems that you hurt... Your left hand."

"Well." Mu Tingfeng nodded calmly, "left handed."

"..." Mu Tingfeng, can you be more shameless?

Zhao Youlin make complaints about the Tucao which he wants to rush out of his heart. "If you don't want to eat,"

"I want to eat." Zhao Fulin was interrupted by someone before she finished.

Mu Tingfeng's deep eyes locked Zhao Fulin's eyes and said: "you promised to take care of me."

The implication is clearly something you promised yourself. Now you are not willing to meet such a small request. It's just a breach of faith.

Zhao Fulin had an old blood stem in her throat. She wanted to spray Mu Tingfeng on the spot.

After taking a few breaths in silence, Zhao Yulin was able to suppress her anger. She picked up the spoon on the side, regardless of whether the porridge was hot or not. When she picked up a spoon, she would put it into Mu Tingfeng's mouth.

Mu Tingfeng did not open his mouth, so he looked at Zhao Fulin, only to see that Zhao Fulin felt that he was unreasonable, and then he lowered his eyes slightly, opened his mouth and swallowed the spoon of porridge.

Zhao Fu Lin Leng next, return hand then again scoop one mouthful to pass to Mu Ting Feng in front.

Compared with a three-year-old, Mu Tingfeng is obviously much more obedient. He eats as much as Zhao Fulin scoops. He looks very clever quietly.

Poof... Zhao Fulin gave a secret smile in his heart. If Mu Tingfeng knew that someone had put the word "good luck" on his head, he didn't know what kind of expression it would be. If he thought about it, he would feel inexplicable... Funny.

Mu Tingfeng's cooperation soon reduced the porridge in the insulation bucket by more than half. At this time, Zhao Fulin's spoon was hindered for the first time.

"Full?" Zhao Fulin looks at Mu Tingfeng who no longer opens his mouth and asks in doubt.

Mu Tingfeng shook his head, looked at Zhao Fulin deeply and asked, "do you eat?"

Zhao Fulin was stunned and looked at the spoon in her hand and the porridge that had been eliminated in the bucket. Somehow, the first one in my head is

Eat together = share a spoon, eat a bucket of rice = indirect kiss!

The inexplicable sense of shame swept over Zhao Fulin without warning, which made her blush and cough: "no, I ate it at home, and now I'm not too hungry."

"Oh." Mu Tingfeng's tone of some inexplicable loss, but this loss only lasted for a moment, and then continue to swallow the rest of the gruel.

His lips were ruddy with the steaming of porridge, the throat knot that slipped as he swallowed one mouthful at a time, and the tip of his tongue that slipped unconsciously across the edge of the silver spoon when he finally pulled the spoon out of his mouth.

Looking at such Mu Tingfeng, Zhao Fulin only felt that the inexplicable sense of shame appeared again, secretly scolded, damn, don't you just eat a porridge? What kind of trouble it is to show such a seductive look!

Mu Tingfeng is not conscious of the male hormones she unconsciously sends out. While eating the porridge Zhao Fulin handed over, she carefully observes the expression on Zhao Fulin's face.

After being annoyed and angry by Zhao Fulin, I still feel very puzzled. What did I do to make her unhappy? Wasn't it good just now? Woman's mind... Hard to guess.

Time passed slowly as they fed each other. When Zhao Fulin came back, a bucket of porridge had reached the bottom.

Zhao Fulin was stunned and looked at the empty insulation bucket. Although the insulation bucket was small, and it just seemed that it was only three-quarters filled, it was a bucket at least!

This guy Mu Tingfeng has eaten up all the porridge in such a short time. He is a real bucket!

Mu Tingfeng doesn't know Zhao Fulin's shock at the moment. He stares at the empty insulation bucket and frowns unhappily. He seems to be dissatisfied with how the food in the bucket is so small. He wants to enjoy the pleasure of being fed by someone.

However, Rao didn't eat two meals. After eating such a big bucket, president Mu was a little bit supportive, so he had to give up and said, "I'm full. Put it away."

Zhao Fulin mouth a smoke, heart, even if you are not full, how can you, such a big bucket of rice are you eat up good!

Zhao Fulin put away the barrel full of vegetables. Before she could sit down, she heard Mu Tingfeng say: "I don't like sweet food."

"..." don't like to eat, you still eat so much, you die!

"And tomorrow, I'd like to have you make it yourself."

"... I don't cook as well as a cook." Besides, why should I cook for such a bastard as you?

"It's OK. I don't dislike it."

Zhao Fulin only felt that she was hit by an arrow in her knee, which made her want to hold the collar of the person in front of her and yell: "you don't dislike me, I still dislike you!"

"I don't want to do it." The four impolite words fully express Zhao Fulin's depressed mood at the moment.

Mu Tingfeng turned his head and calmly looked at Zhao Fulin. He pursed his lips and said, "I want to eat."

Zhao Fulin is angry. What do you want to eat? If you want to eat, do I have to make it for you? Do you think highly of yourself!