Wang Qianqian waved a folding fan with his free hand, and when he heard Jian Fan's answer, the smile on his lips paused slightly, and a bit of surprise flashed across his eyes.
The fact that Jian Fan likes to eat spicy food is Wang Ganqian's intention to fix Jian Fan. Last time, Jian Fan was on the verge of breaking up with him just because he accidentally said something about Shen Qinghuan.
Wang Ganqian still had a bit of anger in his heart.
That's why I thought about talking about this, to make Jian Fan feel embarrassed and embarrassing, but who knows, Jian Fan really kept her mouth shut just to agree with Shen Qinghuan's taste.
Wang Gangan knew how much spicy Jian Fan ate, and if he touched a little bit, his stomach would hurt.
He just wanted to make a joke, and he didn't really want to do anything to Jian Fan.
Wang Ganqian cleared his throat, trying to find an excuse to nourish Jian Fan's stomach.
But before he could speak, Shen Qinghuan spoke first.
"Jianfan, here, I tuned it for you. I don't know if it suits your taste."
Shen Qinghuan pushed a bowl of dipping plates filled with bright red crushed millet peppers towards Jian Fan.
Although it is not specially arranged on the plate, it can be seen that there are sesame oil, oyster sauce, chili oil, peppercorns, green and red peppers, etc. in it.
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This is a bowl of spicy dipping sauce with plenty of toppings.
Wang Qianqian likes it very much.
Just because of Jian Fan's stomach ache.
But Wang Gangan just wanted to find an excuse to let Jian Fan try a new taste, and took a bowl of sesame sauce to replace the spicy dipping sauce in front of Jian Fan.
Jian Fan used chopsticks to gently stir Shen Qinghuan's dipping ingredients evenly, and the corners of her cold lips seemed to have a slightly upward curve.
"It fits."
Wang Qianqian and Jian Fan have known each other for many years, he can tell clearly whether they are sincere or not.
Jian Fan actually felt that the dipping sauce Shen Qinghuan made for him suited his taste.
This is not blinding the eyes for love, this is simply brainwashing for love.
As soon as Wang Qianqian thought about it, he was startled for a moment, and raised his eyes to stay on Shen Qinghuan's calm and calm face for a moment.
Shen Qinghuan is very good-looking, there is no doubt about it.
But Wang Qianqian has seen many good-looking girls, and there are more good-looking girls who like simple and traditional ones.
The beauty of appearance cannot attract Jian Fan.
There must be something extremely special about Shen Qinghuan.
After all, the word "love" is difficult and precious to Jian Fan.
Wang Qianqian seemed to think of something, his eyes fell on the sleeves of Jianfan's suit, and the eye-catching Dharma buttons appeared in Wang Ganqian's eyes, his eyes flickered slightly.
While the hot pot is in progress.
In order to thank Jian Fan, Shen Qinghuan has been extraordinarily enthusiastic about Jian Fan's hot pot meal, and has been adding dishes to Jian Fan.
Spicy beef, meat rolls with pickled peppers, spicy fish fillets...
Whichever is spicy will be added to Jian and Traditional.
Shen Qinghuan felt that Jian Fan should be very satisfied.
After all, he ate everything she gave him.
She just doesn't talk much, but Jian Fan usually doesn't talk much, and Shen Qinghuan didn't notice anything wrong for a moment.
But Wang Qianqian, who was opposite Jian Fan, became more and more frightened, and he put a large bottle of spicy soy milk next to Jian Fan.
I've had three bottles now.
Shen Qinghuan pretended that Jian Fan had never drank it before, and she loved soy milk so much that she also drank three bottles.
Wang Ganqian thought about the soy milk stock at home, Junxiu's face was wrinkled.
Distressed!
You must know that he transported all these soy milks by air from Sichuan. It is authentic and original, and you can't buy it here.
His private house is on the side of the filming crew, and the express delivery is not considered fast. It will take a week to wait for the next batch of stock.
Thinking of not having soy milk to go with hot pot for a week, Wang Ganqian seemed to feel the despair in the gourmet basin.
However, right now, whether he can eat well is not the most important thing, the most important thing is...
Wang Gangan glanced at the thin layer of sweat on Jian Fan's forehead, got up quickly, and found a reason to go out.
He is going to buy medicine for Jian Fan.
Stomach pain can be big or small, he can't let Jian Fan do anything wrong with him.
As soon as Wang Gangan left, Shen Qinghuan and Jian Fan were the only ones in the room filled with the strong aroma of hotpot.
Jian Fan got a little hot from eating, and he had already taken off his suit jacket.
However, she still looks very serious, at least Jian Fan still feels a little uncomfortable when she raises her hands and feet.
Shen Qinghuan who was next to her noticed that she paused when picking up the food, thought for a while, and then put down the chopsticks.
Wang Gangan is an authentic native of Sichuan, and even the hot pot table at home is specially made in a hot pot restaurant with Sichuan characteristics.
Therefore, Shen Qinghuan and Jian Fan were sitting on the same long bench.
Shen Qinghuan, who put down his chopsticks, shifted his position and approached Jian Fan.
Only Shen Qinghuan didn't pay attention, as soon as she approached, Jian Fan's slightly cold eyes froze, and her back tensed.
When Shen Qinghuan really got close, he also found that Jian Fan's body was slightly stiff.
However, she only thought that the clothes were too tight.
Shen Qinghuan turned his head to look at Jian Fan, and said with some concern: "Abbot Jian, do you want me to help you with your clothes? I see you, eating is quite uncomfortable."
Jian Fan's eyebrows flickered, as if she was listening to Shen Qinghuan, but also as if she wasn't listening.
After a while, his thin lips parted slightly: "How?"
Shen Qinghuan's calm eyes slightly curved: "That's it."
The next moment, Shen Qinghuan raised his hand and caressed Jian Fan's buttoned sleeve.
Unbutton the cuffs.
Roll up the sleeves of Jian Fan's stiff, cold and straight white shirt, and carefully roll up bit by bit.
During the process, Shen Qinghuan's fingertips inadvertently swept across Jian Fan's arm.
Soft skin, delicate touch.
Jian Fan pursed her lips, turned her face away, her arms seemed to be stiffer.
Shen Qinghuan still didn't realize it.
While rolling up Jian Fan's sleeves, she let out a soft "Huh" in a lazy tone with some doubts.
"Abbot Jane, are you cold?"
"Why do you have goosebumps on your arms?"
Jian Fan: "...a little bit."
Shen Qinghuan: "At that time, you can eat more spicy food to drive away the cold."
Jian Fan: "...OK."
Shen Qinghuan is a female star with fashion acumen.
Even if the two are just eating hot pot very at home now.
When she rolled up Jian Fan's sleeves, she also wanted to pull up the fashionable concave shape, so she fought with Jian Fan's sleeves for a while.
The result of this struggle... is that the goosebumps on Jianfan's arms seem to be getting more and more.
"Okay." Shen Qinghuan laughed, as if she was very satisfied with her work.
Jian Fan instantly withdrew his hand, his breathing seemed to be a little heavy, and he didn't know what mood he was in right now.
He only knew that the moment Shen Qinghuan approached, the tip of his nose was filled with the pleasant smell of shower gel on her body.
This smell will make him... think about it over and over again.
Want to...taste.
From the corner of her eyes, Jian Fan glanced at Shen Qinghuan's fair and translucent neck, bright red lips, and light eyebrows.
Ideas are like weeds that take root and grow wildly.