It was rare, having left the country and arrived in the Latin world, where the dietary habits were so different from back home. One must imagine that finding these few common Chinese dishes was quite a painstaking effort for the chef.
"Thank you, I like it very much," Gu Nuan said, standing in front of the porridge and side dishes.
As a result, his outstretched finger gently flicked her forehead: Who are you thanking? Can't you even turn your face a little?
Gu Nuan was indeed a little embarrassed, shy, slightly excited, moved, unable to control herself.
He was really good to her, not to mention money, take boiling rice porridge for example, it has nothing to do with how much money one has, but like Wa Zicong, he had never done this for her before.
The little one pouted, not knowing how to deal with her.
Her embarrassment seemed to have infected him.
The atmosphere suddenly became super weird.
