Chapter 1107

Bo Qing looked at the smile on Xi Jin Yan's lips. For a moment, he was in a trance, as if he had just returned to the time when he was the exclusive cook of Xi Jin Yan.

After watching Xi Jin Yan for a while, Bo Qing put aside his thoughts, pushed the dining car in and put the dishes on the table one by one.

Xi Jinyan sat and waited, looking very clever.

Bo Qing filled a bowl of soup and put it in front of Xi Jinyan. "Drink the soup first. I cooked it for more than three hours. It's hot enough."

Xi Jinyan took up the soup bowl and blew it. After it was a little cold, he drank up all the soup in the bowl.

"Slow down." Bo Qing patted Xi Jin Yan on the back, looked at him silently for a while, and sat down next to Xi Jin Yan.

Xi Jinyan also picked up chopsticks. When he was hungry, he was still very elegant.

This is his first meal today.

However, he didn't tell Bo Qing.

Bo Qing looked at Xi Jin Yan and ate gracefully. He was silent for a moment. Finally, he couldn't help asking, "why did you lose the breakfast prepared by Jing Shuang?"

"..." Xi Jinyan heard the speech, and his dining action was sluggish.

Bo Qing added, "I saw it in the trash can."

Xi Jinyan's face suddenly became gloomy. He suddenly put down his dishes and chopsticks, got up and strode towards the desk.

Bo Qing was startled and hurriedly chased up, "Xi Jinyan, what are you doing?"

Xi Jinyan's voice was as deep as iron, "let Baijian change a batch of cleaning."

Bo Qin held Xi Jinyan's arms and gently tied a knot in the middle of his eyebrows. "Do you want to hide it from me? Why, Xi Jinyan, why don't you eat what others do? Tell me, what do you think?"

Xi Jinyan clenched his fists tightly. Bo Qing clearly felt that Xi Jinyan's arm was obviously stiff after she asked this question.

"Darling, you tell me, I'm not angry, and I don't blame you. I'm concerned. Why... Why don't you eat well all of a sudden?"

"Nothing, I just feel sick." Xi Jinyan broke away his thin hands and returned to the table. "I'm hungry. Eat. I don't want to talk about anything else now."

Bo Qing also thought that Xi Jinyan should have a good meal now, but he didn't say anything.

She only ate a few mouthfuls of the dishes on the table, and the rest was eaten by Xi Jinyan. There was not even a drop of soup left.

Bo Qing couldn't help opening his mouth. "Xi Jinyan, you know what? You ate three people's meals."

"Really?" Xi Jinyan picked up his napkin, gracefully wiped his lips, then slowly stood up and looked at Bo Qing, "aren't you full? I'll ask the cook to prepare it for you..."

"No, I'm full." Bo Qing also stood up and looked into Xi Jinyan's eyes. "Now you can tell me why you don't eat well again?"

"I've told you," he said just now.

It's not Jing Shuang's problem. He just feels that it's not a thin taste. It's disgusting and difficult to swallow.

"Disgusting?" Bo Qing also knew that Xi Jinyan didn't say this because of Jing Shuang, but his psychological problem.

"Are you angry?" Xi Jin Yanhu asked, his tone seemed a little cautious.

Bo Qing took a deep breath. "I'm not angry. I'm just worried about you, Xi Jinyan. I'm really worried about you." Bo Qing's tone became anxious, "I thought you were well, but..."