What are you two up to? One gives the other vinegar, the other gives chili oil, isn't exchanging lanterns enough? Now you're both gifting condiments?
Mu Qingchen always felt this scene was an eyesore, and at the same time, he somehow felt full, even though he hadn't had dinner.
"He can't eat spicy." Mu Qingchen took the chili oil from Gu Jiao's side.
Xiao Hen squinted at Gu Jiao.
Just as Gu Jiao was about to say something, Mu Qingchen's gaze swept over, thinking of hemorrhoids again?
Gu Jiao: "..."
So this joke is never going to die, huh?
"Just, one spoonful." Gu Jiao quickly poured half of it into her bowl before Mu Qingchen could stop her.
The dumplings tasted really good, especially after drizzling them with chili oil; it was simply divine. Gu Jiao ate with great satisfaction.
They both ate, with only Mu Qingchen sitting idle.
Mu Qingchen didn't want to stare at the two of them, but his gaze unconsciously fell on them.