Stubborn Love of a Roguish Scion

Ye Erruo glared at him: "Can you say something else besides this sentence?"

She said the same thing when she made him something: delicious, but not as delicious as you.

Mo Jiangye smiled with a look of happiness on his face: "Nothing in the world is as delicious as you, not as good as you, not as good-looking as you."

"Yes, yes, shut up." Ye Erruo raised her lips and took the thermos bottle in his hand.

The soup she stewed was filled by the servant before she even tasted it.

"Weird." Ye Erruo frowned. Did she put something wrong?

"What's weird?" He reached out and grabbed the thermos bottle and drank it all in one breath.

"Here we are, Master."

Mo Jiangye closed the bottle cap and got out of the car with Ye Erruo.

The snow is still falling outside, and the hot pot restaurant's business is booming.

"Let's go." Ye Erruo held his hand and ran to the store.

"Slow down." He indulged helplessly.

"Grandpa Lin, it seems Brother Jiang Ye is here to eat hot pot. Let's go in too."

Master Lin, leaning on a cane, entered the hot pot restaurant with Su Qingning under the umbrella held by the servant.

"squeak--"

Suddenly, a luxurious sports car parked in the garage.

"I heard this hotpot is great. It's a new restaurant. Let's try it."

Yu Lingfeng lazily got out of the passenger seat: "Boring."

Bo Jinyan curled his lips, hoping he wouldn't be bored after a while.

"Xiao Ruo, here, here." Youmei waved her hand.

"Let me go, why are you dressed like a ball? How can you be so cold?"

Ye Erruo had no choice but: "I don't want to either."

But there's no way, she can't wear as much as she wants.

Next to her, Mo Jiangye's small hands were so hot that they were sweating. He then took off her outer clothes.

"What Xiao wants is temperature, not demeanor. It's nothing like you. Your teeth are chattering from the cold and you still insist on not wearing clothes. You will definitely be sick in your old age." Ji Sichen said sarcastically.

"Hey~ I'm sick, so I'm happy."

"I know that you, a man, are not afraid of the cold."

"Ji Sichen, do you have the guts to say it again?"

Ji Sichen hummed: "I'm too lazy to tell you."

"I, I'll stab you to death." Yaoyao took the chopsticks from the table and attacked him.

"Ouch, man, don't think I dare not beat you!"

"Stab you to death."

Ye Erruo's eyes fell on the two of them and smiled with unknown meaning.

"Sir." Next to him, the waiter brought up the menu.

"What kind of pot bottom do you want?" Ye Erruo asked while turning over.

"Mandarin duck pot." Mo Jiangye vomited softly.

"what about you?"

Ji Sichen dodged around in pain: "That's it, that's it."

"..."

Mo Jiangye knocked on the table, and the waiter next to him leaned down in confusion, wondering what he said to the waiter.

"Sir, I'm sorry, we are just a hot pot restaurant here and we don't have what you want."

He was displeased, and a card bounced directly onto the plate she was holding: "If you don't have one, prepare it."

The waiter said with a smile on his face: "Sir, please wait a moment."

Twenty minutes later, their pots and side dishes were brought out one by one.

"Sir, this is what you want. Please keep your card as well."

Mo Jiangye took the soy milk and steamed buns from the waiter and placed them in front of Ye Erruo: "Eat this first."

She didn't eat much for breakfast, which was equivalent to an empty stomach. How could she eat hot pot on an empty stomach?

Suddenly, Ji Sichen's eyes fell on Ye Erruo.

"Did you just buy one?"

She lowered her eyes and looked at the soy milk. They shared a cup. There were only six crystal clear buns. They were so small that she could eat two in one bite.

"I won't eat." He vomited.

The corners of Ye Erruo's mouth twitched. What she meant was, where are Yaoyao and Ji Sichen's...