Not For You to Bite

Chapter 12

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Jian Cheng worked in a pizza shop, which was doing good business and was full of people early on. Fortunately, Chi Le had greeted Jian Cheng in advance and Jian Cheng had reserved a seat for them.

The two sat down in the corner, and Chi Le ordered a lot of things with his mobile phone.

Sheng Zhuo looked at the table full of food and pinched his brows with a headache, "Are you sure we can eat it?"

"Eat slowly." Chi Le was afraid of mistreating his future wife, so he pushed the food in front of him, "Order more if it's not enough."

Jian Cheng walked by and unceremoniously took a piece of fried chicken and threw it into his mouth, "Why didn't you order so much when you ate with me? You were only generous with Sheng Zhuo?"

"Nonsense, our nouveau riche son has always been so generous!"

Jian Cheng burst out laughing, and even Sheng Zhuo, who was sitting opposite him, had a smile in his eyes.

The lights were just coming on, soothing music was playing in the pizza shop, the lights were a warm, fuzzy light orange, outside it started snowing at some point, snowflakes were fluttering, passers-by were in a hurry, occasionally a young couple walked by the door.

Chi Le listened to music, ate his food, and swung his feet slightly. He recalled the shots he had made today and felt a little excited.

"I was really good today, I made five shots in total!"

"You shot fifty balls and only made five." Sheng Zhuo said helplessly, looking at the food in front of him and silently picking up his chopsticks. He was taught not to waste food since he was a child, so facing this table of food, he could only stuff it into his mouth resignedly.

Chi Le didn't think there was anything wrong with it. "Then I'm pretty good too. I see that not all of you guys can make a shot when you play basketball. Sometimes you may not make even one out of 10. Maybe I can beat Fang Younian?"

"If Fang Younian simply stood there and shot, he would only make 30 to 40 shots out of 50. You usually see us playing basketball on the court, with opponents blocking the ball. It's much harder to score a goal than standing there and shooting like this."

Chi Le thought about it and pursed his lips unwillingly, his voice lowered, "Well, it seems I have to continue practicing."

Sheng Zhuo looked up at him, noticed his lost expression, pursed his lower lip, and said unconscionably: "In fact, you are very talented to be able to hit so many on the first day. As long as you keep practicing, it is not impossible for you to beat Fang Younian."

Chi Le's eyes lit up slightly, "I knew it! Master Chi can do anything!"

Sheng Zhuo was amused by him and picked up a shrimp to peel it.

Chi Le quickly stopped him and snatched the shrimp away, "Let me do it! The shrimp shell is very hard, be careful not to hurt your hand."

Sheng Zhuo was silent for two seconds, and finally realized something was strange. During this period of time, Chi Le had been extremely considerate to him. This kind of care was already beyond ordinary, even more attentive than to the female classmates in the class.

"I'm a grown man, am I afraid of getting my hands pricked?" Sheng Zhuo thought it was unbelievable. "Besides, it's just peeling shrimps, a few pricks won't be a big deal."

"Men are different from each other." Chi Le patted his chest. "A man like me with thick skin and flesh can peel shrimps, but someone like you..."

Chi Le silently swallowed the words 'future Omega' and said, "Anyway, just wait and eat."