"Let's eat." Yan Gui put a bowl of egg custard, two bowls of brown rice, and a bowl of pickled vegetable soup on the table.
Wei Yang had her face buried in the basin of water and looked up when she heard this.
Drops of water slid down her delicate cheeks and rolled deep into her collar.
"What do you eat?"
Yan Gui handed her a pair of bamboo chopsticks and pushed the egg custard and rice in front of her: "The food on the road is simple, please bear with it."
Wei Yang watched him pick up the rice in front of him and wolf it down with a bowl of pickled vegetable soup.
He picked up a few grains of rice with his chopsticks and tried them hesitantly. They were a bit hard. Then he picked up some pickled vegetable soup and tried it. It was too salty and had a strange smell of decay.
By the time she tasted two bites, Yan Gui had already finished half a bowl of rice. Seeing that Wei Yang hadn't moved her chopsticks, she asked, "What's wrong?"
"Hmm..." Wei Yang pursed her lips and said in embarrassment: "Too many."
He took the rice in front of Wei Yang and divided half of it into his own bowl, then looked at her: "What now?"
“There’s still more.” Wei Yang simply reached out, took the bowl and chopsticks herself, and pushed most of the remaining food into her bowl.
In the end, there was a ball of rice as big as a duck egg left in my bowl.
I took a bite of the egg custard and found it barely acceptable.
Wei Yang scooped up half a bowl of egg custard and mixed it with brown rice. She pushed the rest to Yan Gui and began to eat it in small bites from the big bowl.
Yan Gui raised his head, looked at her forehead, and then slid down to her red lips. He couldn't help but coughed lightly: "On the face."
"Ah?" Wei Yang looked up and was slightly startled.
“It’s dirty.”
"What?"
She hurriedly raised her hand to wipe it, and the wide cuffs fell down like a butterfly, revealing a touch of white. Yan Gui's eyes slid down from the slender white fingers to the slender neck.
"I'll do it."
As soon as he opened his mouth, his hand had already reached over and landed on the left corner of her mouth. A grain of rice coated with egg liquid was wiped from the corner of her mouth and stuck to her fingertips.
Wei Yang reached out to wipe it in panic, and the butterflies on her sleeves fluttered, creating a shadow of light.
Her features are picturesque and her complexion is as white as snow.
"Need not."
Yan Gui's voice was hoarse, with a slight drawl at the end of the tone, which made Wei Yang's heart tremble.
The grain of rice wrapped in egg liquid was put into his mouth along with his fingers, and his throat moved.
That was the sign of a mature man, and her eyes widened as she felt a sense of shame.
she... ...
She kissed his Adam's apple.
"Have a meal."
A crisp and pleasant sound of clash was heard; it was his chopsticks hitting the porcelain bowl in front of her.
She lowered her head in panic and picked up the bowl, completely forgetting the rules and etiquette that the nanny had taught her.
When Wei Yang raised her head, Yan Gui was staring at her in a daze.
The eyes are deep.
"Why don't you eat?"
The large white coarse porcelain bowl with a blue rim was held by her slender fingers. She seemed a little tired of holding it and put it down gently.
Well, I'll have to prepare another set of exquisite bowls and plates for her later. This one is too big and too rough, and I feel like she'll be tired from carrying it.
"I'm full."
Wei Yang grabbed a handkerchief and wiped the corners of her lips. There wouldn't be any rice grains or anything like that now, right
Seeing that she ate so little, Yan Gui couldn't help but frown.
Eat too little.
Yes, she was a delicate little girl who lived a life of luxury, and it was difficult for her to eat military food.
And she was so well-behaved and didn't complain, which made him feel distressed.
Yan Gui said nothing. She mixed the rest of her rice with the egg custard and ate it in big mouthfuls.
This caused Wei Yang to stretch her neck to look.
Is it that sweet
Why is it so hard for her to swallow