The Pointed Reddish Lips
Jinhuan got up and looked at the French window in the living room. Sure enough, Jian Qizhao was there.
He looked up as if he had sensed something, and happened to meet Jinhuan's eyes.
The little girl smiled and waved to him.
She went to change her shoes and prepare to go downstairs. Yuan Dahai asked her in surprise: "Master?"
"I'll go out for a while."
"Okay." The master has her own reasons for doing everything, so Yuan Dahai didn't dare to ask more.
Although he had some urgent things to talk to Jinhuan today, it seems that he can only postpone it now.
When he saw the little girl trotting towards him, Jian Qizhao's mood became very good unconsciously!
His heart softened unconsciously.
"What's wrong?" She stood in front of the man and looked up at him.
Jian Qizhao rubbed her head naturally: "Take you to eat."
"I've eaten." Jinhuan was stunned for a moment.
"Spicy strips with steamed buns?"
"Yeah!" Her eyes lit up, it was super delicious!
"Take you out to eat something good."
"KFC?" She just likes these things, McDonald's, Pizza Hut, Dicos... Of course, barbecue is also OK!
"Do you like hot pot?"
"What is hot pot?" This is indeed in Jinhuan's blind spot.
After being with Ji Yan, it was either a Western restaurant or various high-end restaurants, or the meals cooked by Ji Yan himself, or the takeaways sent by Xiao Fang. I really have never eaten hot pot.
Jian Qizhao didn't expect her to ask this: "Have you never eaten hot pot?"
Have young people nowadays really eaten hot pot?
"No, is it delicious?"
"Delicious."
"Is it better than spicy strips?"
"Of course."
"Then let's go!" Jinhuan swallowed his saliva.
After Jian Qizhao's pure black Cullinan was disliked, the one he just drove out was a white Bentley Mulsanne with a coffee-colored interior.
It can only be said to be average. Jinhuan doesn't like it or hate it, but it looks better than the black one!
She was thinking about the so-called hot pot, and asked every now and then: "Is it here?"
"How long will it take?"
"Is hot pot a pot on the fire?"
"Is hot pot sweet or salty?"
...
Jian Qizhao did not mind answering them patiently.
"It hasn't arrived yet."
"About ten minutes."
"It's not a pot on the fire, but it seems to be a pot on the fire. I don't know how to explain this. You will know when you see it."
"Usually it's salty, with tomato flavor, mushroom soup, spicy..."
...
He took Jinhuan to a time-honored hot pot restaurant.
She took a look, hey, isn't this the antique soup?
So it's called hot pot now!
She thought it was something else.
In the past, this kind of thing was eaten by ordinary people, and she only tasted it by chance when she ate in a folk restaurant. However, this antique soup smells so good that she can smell the aroma from the next table across the aisle. She swallowed her saliva uncontrollably, and her eager look made Jian Qizhao laugh.
The waiter came over, and Jian Qizhao handed the menu to Jinhuan and asked her to order.
Jinhuan said to the waiter, "I want the same as they have!"
"Okay." The waiter looked at her, his mind was somewhat blocked, and his mouth subconsciously agreed, but his eyes stared at her without blinking.
She is really beautiful!
Jinhuan swung her legs happily. She was wearing a crescent-white one-shoulder dress today. The dress was slim and just stuck to her thighs. Her long hair was draped down, which was cute and attractive.
"Zhao Zhao." She called Jian Qizhao.
The man was stunned. No one had ever called him that before.
"What's wrong?"