"Ah, Auntie, no need to keep working, this is plenty!" Li Xiaobao, seeing Zhao Su'e about to go out again, hurriedly grabbed her hand and said.
"This…"
Zhao Su'e, whose hand was grabbed by Li Xiaobao, suddenly felt a bit nervous, and her breathing sped up. This was already the second time Li Xiaobao had held her hand.
If it had been before, or if it had been another man, Zhao Su'e might have already become angry, but now, with her hand held by Li Xiaobao, not only did she not feel angry, but she also felt her face grow warm.
"After all, if you make too much, we can't eat it all, it will just be left over!"
Besides feeling that Zhao Su'e's tender hand was somewhat smooth, Li Xiaobao didn't think much else. He pulled her to sit on the bench and then let go of her hand.
"Let's eat quickly, Auntie!"