Bestow Me a Love Like Wind

Leng Sicheng frowned slightly and reluctantly took a small bite.

Just delivered to the mouth, the pungent and salty smell instantly filled the whole mouth. He only took a small bite. The lamb is very mutton. He seldom eats it, and he only eats New Zealand lamb. But this kind of marinated lamb is not mutton at all, and it has a fascinating fragrance. Although it is very rough, but the taste is really good.

"How is it, is it delicious?" Gu Qingqing watched him chew slowly, but the folds on his brows had not been smoothed. It seemed to be very difficult to swallow with "effort".

Watching his Adam's apple rolling, his face remained unchanged. After one bite, he gracefully put down his chopsticks, his expression condensed: "Next time, don't eat this dirty thing again."

"Yeah!" Gu Qingqing nodded, frowning while looking at him, and asked a little embarrassedly: "Don't you like it? It really doesn't work, let's change the house?"

"No need." Leng Sicheng didn't move his eyebrows, took his chopsticks directly, and took another bite.

He saw that although he was eating elegantly with one chopstick and one chopstick, the speed of the meat was not slow. Soon, he almost caught a plate of lamb. Gu Qingqing was happy, and put another chopstick on him: "Hurry up, I'm going to change to another plate."

Leng Sicheng was taken aback for a moment and looked up at her. Gu Qingqing was coming to this store, but she didn't move much. Soon she took another plate of meat and went down "Zizi".

Amidst the mist, he whispered: "Actually, I can eat by myself...but you caught me... it's not a waste."

Gu Qingqing was concentrating on the barbecue, and did not hear what he said. Leng Sicheng lowered her head and cherished the food she gave him with chopsticks.

I chewed, um, it was more fragrant than my own.

Look at Gu Qingqing again. She is sitting opposite him, holding the barbecue tongs, and turning it on the baking tray. The heat and aroma are mixed into a thin mist. She sits opposite him, her face hidden behind the mist, misty Some are dimly unreal. With a few strands of hair falling, she stretched out her hand and gently twisted the hair beside her. After the mist, she could only see her white fingers and black hair.

Perhaps because she was sitting downwind, the fumes and flames drifted in her direction, choking her to turn around and cough a few times.

Leng Sicheng grabbed her hand suddenly, Gu Qingqing was startled, the shelf in his hand almost fell off. Lengscheng's eyes were flat, "Sit here. Sit next to me."

This is a four-seater, if you sit next to him, it will be very crowded, Gu Qingqing is a bit strange. Leng Sicheng glanced at her calmly, with a hint of disgust: "You always cough. How can you eat this barbecue?"

Gu Qingqing said "Oh" without thinking, and sat next to him. Lengsi City deliberately did not sit against the wall, but squeezed towards her. Finally, the arm was close to her arm, and the body touched her body. She was still sitting next to her, cooking skillfully, like a wife for her husband. Looking at the appearance of washing his hands and making soup, his pupils were slightly squinted, and the corners of his lips were curled up in satisfaction.

"The beef is ready." After turning the meat, Gu Qingqing didn't hear any movement in Lengsi City for a long time. He turned his head and saw that he was staring at himself for a moment: "What's the matter?"

"It's okay." Leng Sicheng took back his eyes, "have you tasted it first."