Chapter 335 Big Boss Does Not Accept Gentle Offensive

"what!"

Qiao Yizheng was flustered, looking for the big boss with his head hooked, but was so frightened by He Yunting's sudden voice that he almost fell down the stairs.

"Be careful."

He Yunting took a big stride, grabbed Qiao Yi by his collar, and carried him to the third floor.

"What are you doing, juggling?"

Qiao Yi's face was full of shock, and he was constantly afraid of hitting his chest.

"It's a good thing to have you, it's a good thing to have you, I'm scared to death, I'm scared to death."

He Yunting looked at her with a sullen face, but did not speak.

Joe stole a glance at him, then at the bowl in his hand.

I didn't move a mouthful.

Can't help but be disappointed.

It appears that the little note campaign is lost.

The big boss does not accept gentle offensives.

"What's the matter, lying on the stairs like a puppy?"

Qiao pouted, "I'm afraid you'll get angry and won't eat the noodles I made."

As a result, I still didn't eat it.

He Yunting hooked the corner of his lower lip, and went downstairs with his arms around her.

To the restaurant on the first floor.

He pulled out the dining chair and sat down, asking, "What do you eat?"

"There's still some leftovers for your noodles, just enough for me to eat."

As soon as Joe walked into the kitchen, he made himself a small handful of noodles, and cooked the rest of the vegetables.

He Yunting followed behind her, leaning against the door and watching her busy.

Three minutes later, Qiao Yi's noodles were cooked.

There is only a little bit of meat sauce left for the big boss, barely enough to make a bowl.

The appearance is far less good-looking than that of the big boss.

He Yunting glanced at Qiao Yi's bowl of noodles with few vegetables and ingredients, and frowned.

Snatched the bowl from her.

"Hey, brother, what are you doing?"

If you don't eat it, it's hard to do, and I'm not allowed to eat it.

Joe followed behind him and chased him out to have a look.

The big boss gave her more than half of the meat in his bowl.

"Can't I afford you? Save me money like this."

Qiao Yi laughed, and leaned forward with a smile.

"Brother, I thought you would never eat what I made again."

He Yunting gave her an angry look,

"I don't like eating alone."

He took a pair of chopsticks and handed them to Qiao Yi,

"eat together."

Joe took it happily and nodded vigorously.

"Ok!"

He Yunting laughed in his heart, but didn't show it on his face.

Ignored her any more, and lowered his head to eat noodles.

I have to say that his Qiao Qiao is good at cooking.

It's really wonderful.

It's so delicious too.

But a bowl of noodles was simply better than anything he had eaten in his life.

He Yunting is very particular about eating, even if it is this kind of pasta that makes a lot of noise, he can eat it without making the slightest sound.

In contrast, Joe was in a lot of embarrassment when he ate. He only dared to pick a handful of noodles at a time, and he didn't dare to eat too much in one bite.

He Yunting ate a big bowl of noodles, and even drank the soup, while Qiao Yi didn't finish half a bowl of noodles.

He glanced at her as he wiped his mouth with a tissue.

"As thin as a chicken, eat more in the future."

Joe choked, what kind of metaphor is this.

He gulped down what was in his mouth, and retorted with his oily mouth,

"I'm big, okay? How ugly is a chicken, but I'm also a beautiful peacock!"

He Yunting curled his lips, changed the paper towel he had wiped his mouth, and helped Qiao Yi wipe off the oil dripping from the corner of his mouth.

suddenly said,

"Just now, I was overly emotional, don't take it to heart."

Joe lowered his head and just ate a mouthful of noodles. Hearing what he said, he stared at his big and bright round eyes in disbelief, his two cheeks were bulging, and his small mouth was tightly closed, like a bubbling bird. soaked goldfish.

"Pot pot~"