Chapter 144： Takeaway is not healthy

It's twelve and nine minutes.

The surroundings are quiet, without the shadow of Qianmiao.

He walked out of the yard and did not see her either.

When I went to the bathroom to wash my face, I suddenly saw what was on the shelf. It was very simple, one cup, one toothpaste and one toothbrush.

Next to it, the towel is also a one-person suit.

There was a sound of opening the door from outside, and he looked away from the cup and walked out.

By coincidence, I saw Qian Miao coming out of the storage room.

He didn't mention the thing about falling asleep watching the movie just now, only asked: "What do you want for lunch?"

Qian Miao raised his eyes: "Are you still going?"

He leaned against the wall leisurely, and said lightly: "I'll eat, don't eat, and don't have the energy to drive."

Qian Miao went straight out.

Look down at the phone.

When Feng Xian saw the interface of Zero Takeaway, he brought the phone over: "Takeaway is not healthy."

"I don't cook." She said bluntly.

"Well, you don't need to do it." He said while using his cell phone to make a call.

Then go out.

Qian Miao poured a glass of water and returned after drinking it, carrying some snacks in his hand.

"There happened to be something to eat in the car. You can eat something to cushion your stomach."

He opened the bag, and there were things like bread and potato chips in it.

"These are more unhealthy than takeaway." She said.

Fengxian tore open the package of bread and handed it to her without refuting it.

The scent of the bread rushed forward, Qian Miao took it, took a bite, and it was quite soft.

Feng Xian quietly looked at her moving cheeks, the corners of her mouth raised a curve, and her eyes overflowed with a smile.

Ten minutes later, the doorbell came from outside.

Feng Xian went to open the door and brought in several chefs from high-end restaurants.

The chef carries various seasonings such as fresh ingredients and cooking oil in his hands, and it is a mobile kitchen.

Qian Miao frowned and asked a takeaway to solve the problem, he had to cause such trouble.

The chef's speed is very fast. In less than 20 minutes, he put four dishes and one soup on the table, and he also cut the fruit plate.

Afterwards, he quit silently.

"Eat." Fengxian scooped half a bowl of soup for her.

Qianmiao randomly picked up the braised pork in front of him and took a bite.

"Back to school" she said.

She's okay, she really returned to school

Feng Xian thought it was good, and knew she was picky in taste.

"The chefs of this restaurant come from the most highly praised restaurant in Beijing. Try others."

Qian Miao tasted other dishes in turn, "These are not bad."

In fact, she has eaten from this store, and it is really good.

"Only braised pork does not suit your taste?"

Qian Mi paused, then said: "I have eaten better."

"Which store?"

"Nothing to sell."

Feng Xian suddenly thought of something, and didn't ask any more.

Probably, the mother did it herself.

Although she did not have the urgency of devouring her meal, she was not slow, and a bowl of rice quickly saw phosphorus.

The corners of Feng Xian's mouth raised, and he stretched out his hand to add it to her.

She held her bowl: "I'll do it myself."

After so many years, she has become accustomed to many things by herself, and after entering the house, she has been intervened in many things by this person.

A strange feeling.

The doorbell rang suddenly.

"Sister Tang!"

This voice is Shi Haihan.

Feng Xian put down his chopsticks and followed her out to watch.

Qian Miao closed the door before he approached, "Don't follow."

She went out, Shi Haihan stood outside the gate of her house.

Feng Xian leaned against the door inside, looking at the two people in the distance.

Qian Miao looked senselessly lazy and looked at the man who was obviously a little excited on the other side.

The man was trying to explain something to her, and he made a begging gesture.

The corner of the girl's eyes was filled with impatience.

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