Chapter 875

"Eat fast!" The old man sat on the sofa and looked at Qi Yan with his legs up.

Cheng Cheng Cheng stands aside and doesn't know how to stop it.

Qi Yan sat down and scooped a spoonful of mustard out of the jar.

The light green mustard was shaking in front of his eyes. This should be the amount of mustard he ate in his life. If he could finish it, he would never touch it again in his life.

Cheng Cheng Cheng swallowed his saliva, looked at the big spoon of mustard and panicked for a second.

"Then I'll pour you a glass of water. Take it easy."

Cheng Cheng Cheng takes the teapot on the tea table and pours water for him.

Qi Yan closed his eyes and put the spoon of mustard into his mouth.

“……” Mustard entrance, which is spicy, stimulating and tearful, makes Qi Yan's whole body feel as if it has been cracked by the car, which is sour and inexpressible.

Clench fist, red face, force oneself to swallow.

After a while, he dug another spoon and sent it to the entrance.

Even if it's hard to eat, he's going to finish the two cans of mustard.

"Cough!"

After eating, Qi Yan's stomach turned over. I feel sick all over and feel sick.

The tongue has lost its sense of taste. Tears and snivels are coming.

"Water, drink water." Cheng Cheng Cheng brings a glass of water to him.

Qi Yan shook his head. "It's OK, I can insist."

"If you can't eat it." Cheng Orange patted him on the shoulder, handed him a napkin and wiped his tears.

"You have to eat if you can't, Grandpa. I'm not the kind of person who gives up easily."

In order to prove himself, in order to show himself in front of the old man, he also went out of his way.

"Ouch..."

When a pot was about to bottom, Qi Yan covered his mouth and wanted to go to the toilet to vomit.

"Don't vomit. If you vomit, you don't eat." The old man sat on the sofa and spoke again.

"I......" Qi Yan covers his mouth and swallows all the mustard he spits up to his mouth.

It took nearly an hour to finish a can.

Qi Yan's whole face turned red.

It's like a fire coming out of your mouth.

He couldn't accept anything too exciting. This jar of mustard almost killed him.

He was lying on the table with a heavy stomach.

Cheng Cheng Cheng looks at him painfully and rushes to him and takes the spoon away. "You can't eat it. You can't stand it. Grandpa, one can is OK. If you go on like this, he will go to the hospital."

"It's his own business to go to the hospital. It's his own choice to give up. I won't stop him and let him choose." The old man is always ready to go all the way.

"No, I don't give up. I've already succeeded in half. I can't give up all my efforts."

Qi Yan reaches out and asks Cheng Cheng Cheng to return the spoon to him.

Cheng Cheng Cheng throws the spoon into the dustbin. "What do you eat? Is it your life or mustard?"

"Eating mustard is because we can be with you after eating mustard, and we haven't heard of people who died of eating mustard for the time being. I can't die. Come on, get me another spoon. "

Qi Yan turns around and tells the servant next to him.

The servant immediately went to the kitchen and brought him a spoon.

Qi Yan continued to eat.

His tears could not stop flowing, and his lips were shaped with mustard.

Cheng Cheng can't help standing by.

When the second pot was half eaten, Qi Yan was obviously not comfortable.

It seems that he can't eat any more. The hand holding the spoon is getting weak.

He was biting his teeth, suffering to the extreme, with tears on his eyes!

Cheng Cheng Cheng can't see any more. She's short tempered.

Go to the table and hold the half can of mustard in your hand, ready to help him fall.

As soon as her hand touched the mustard jar, Qi Yan snatched it back with alert, "don't touch my wife."

"Is it your wife?"

"After eating it, there will be a wife. Nobody can stop me."

Qi Yan picked up the jar of mustard and continued to eat, regardless, he had to eat it even if the sky fell.

"Give it to me, Qiyan. Let's stop eating. I'm really afraid you will fall down."

"Then I'll fall after I've finished."

Qi Yan ate faster, one mouthful did not have a mouthful.

As if mustard in his mouth is no longer mustard, but ordinary food, tasteless.

It's five in the morning.

Qi Yan's mouth was on fire, and he photographed two empty jars of mustard in front of the old man. "Grandpa, do what you say."

The old man looked at Qi Yan's tearful face, snorted coldly, stood up and said nothing more.

"Set up a plane and return to the United States at dawn."

Then the old man went back to his room.Qi Yan breathed a sigh of relief, with a smile on his lips, and finally fell on the table with his stomach covered.

He did it. He did it. That's good.

Cheng Cheng Cheng saw that he was very uncomfortable and patted him on the back. "Go and ask the doctor to show him."

Qi Yan raised his head, took Cheng Cheng Cheng into his arms, then raised his head and sealed her lips.

"I've eaten so much that you can taste it."

"Well..."

The pungent taste of mustard in his mouth was introduced to her taste buds, but Cheng orange was spicy.

Small hands against his chest to push him away, but the hands of the two people are still in the same, can not be separated.

After a kiss lasting for several minutes, Qi Yan released her badly.

"Is it delicious?"

"Yummy you. It's killing me. "

Cheng Cheng Cheng covers his mouth and drinks some cold water.

"No, I want to vomit. I'll touch mustard again in my life. Qi Yan is my grandson."

Qi Yan stands up and drags Cheng Cheng Cheng to the toilet to vomit.

I want to spit out all the bad things in my stomach.

"Qi Yan, do you really want to die for me? What if you eat yourself to death? "

"Eat dead, I let you buried with me, I ghost will not let you go, it can be seen that I love you so deeply."

"Go away!" Cheng Cheng Cheng really wants to slap him to death.

After vomiting, Qi Yan leaned on the washstand and smiled at Cheng Cheng Cheng.

The eyes were smiling, as if they were as sweet as honey.

"What are you laughing at? Don't look at me like that. "

Cheng Chen wipes his face. There is nothing on her face. What's good-looking.

"I'm happy! You are my Qiyan's wife. No one can stop us from being together any more. "

"What is there to be happy about?"

"Aren't you happy?"

Qi Yan asked.

Xiao Ruohan shook his head. "No, I'm not happy to marry a fool."

"You love fools, too! So what are you? Isn't it a fool? "

"Well, stop it, and find a way to untie the handcuffs. My hands are red."

"Good." Qi Yan took out a key from his pocket and was about to unlock it.

Cheng Cheng Cheng looks at the key in his hand with wide eyes. "Don't you say the key is missing?"

"Well I found it again! " Qi Yan immediately explained his deficiency of heart.

"Who are you kidding! I've been in my pocket, haven't I? He said he couldn't find it. Qiyan, you're really lying to me. " Cheng Cheng Cheng swings his fist and is ready to beat it.

"Oh, my stomach hurts so much, doctor, why hasn't the doctor arrived?" Qi Yan starts to pretend to be dead again!