1103. Chapter 1103 Don’t Think About Bad Things Tonight

Luo Xiaomei's hand froze in mid-air: She wanted to be famous all her life, so she sold herself for a bowl of fish soup!

She knew that Ke Jingheng would not be so kind as to make soup for her, it was all premeditated!

But that’s all, after all, she’s his girlfriend after one bowl, and she’s his girlfriend after two bowls, so why doesn’t she just drink more!

Besides, it seems pretty good for a foodie like her to have a boyfriend who can cook...

So, she handed him the empty bowl again: "One more bowl, I want a full bowl."

"You haven't answered my question yet!" Ke Jingheng looked at the bowl she handed over and remained motionless.

"Do you have to explain some things so clearly?" Luo Xiaobei glanced at him shyly.

"Well, I told you that I'm stupid. I have to speak clearly before I can feel at ease." Ke Jingheng continued to look at her with a straight look.

"Okay! Give me fish soup quickly!" Luo Xiaobei finished these words quickly, then turned his head, a little embarrassed to look at him.

Alas, confessions in TV dramas are obviously so romantic. She was actually sitting at the dinner table, holding an empty bowl in her hand...

"You spoke too fast, I couldn't hear you clearly." Ke Jingheng remained motionless, "Say it again."

"Ke Jingheng...you bastard!" Luo Xiaomei stood up suddenly, stretched out his hands and pinched his cheeks hard, "I...promise to be your girlfriend..."

Ke Jingheng took her hand, squeezed it in his palm, and smiled like a child who got a beloved treasure. He has been waiting for this sentence for more than ten years!

Before he was overjoyed, Luo Xiaobei had already placed the empty bowl in front of him: "Fish soup."

"Okay, you can drink as much as you want." Ke Jingheng stood up and filled a bowl for her.

Immediately afterwards, Luo Xiaoberry drank the third and fourth bowls...

She touched her belly with satisfaction. Just when she was about to say something, Ke Jingheng, who had been looking at her, suddenly said quietly: "Xiaoberry, there is one thing I have never reminded you - the bowl and spoon you use to drink soup. , which I just used.”

So, does it mean indirect kiss?

Luo Xiaomei's face turned red, she lowered her head and said nothing, her eyes filled with shyness.

Ke Jingheng looked at her with affectionate eyes, a smile on his eyes and brows.

A resonant mezzo-soprano broke the romantic and beautiful moment. Hou Xiaoting came to the kitchen looking for the scent: "Wow, it smells so good!"

As she spoke, she opened the lid of the pot. Seeing that there was less than half a pot of fish soup, she felt angry in her heart: "Luo Xiaomei, Ke Jingheng! How could you two do this! How dare you leave so little for us?"

It was time to eat, and everyone came out of the room one after another. The fish soup made by Ke Jingheng was unanimously praised and was eaten up by everyone.

It's just that those people stopped recognizing each other after eating, and threw a bunch of finished ponchos to Ke Jingheng and Luo Xiaoli, euphemistically saying that they should be alone together.

Ke Jingheng was naturally reluctant to let Luo Xiaobei do it, and was busy in the kitchen alone.

"My cooking skills are good. I must raise my sister to be fat and healthy in the future. You will take care of all the housework, so don't make my sister work too hard." Luo Yujun walked behind him quietly and patted his shoulder. The conversation quickly changed, "But I'm warning you in advance, don't think about bad things tonight."

After saying that, he put his hands in his trouser pockets and left gracefully.

Luo Xiaobei stepped forward curiously and took Ke Jingheng's hand: "What did my brother tell you just now?"

"It's nothing..." Ke Jingheng's eyes flashed, and he turned around to lock her eyes firmly, "You promised me, tonight...don't forget the reward."