Tong Luo was stunned when he heard this, stared at Chen Yuan, and suddenly burst into laughter.

"Please, brother, can you say something against your will? "Tong Luo giggled with a smile, straightened his waist and pulled his hand back: "Okay, okay, I don't care about you, it's normal not to like to eat." Just your obsession with cleanliness. "Save it for You Dun to eat, he shouldn't pick it."

"Who said I don't eat it?" Chen Yuan snorted coldly with a stern face, saying that the remaining temperature in his hand: "Disassemble, I'll go wash my hands."

Cleanliness, cleanliness... Tong Luo shook his head at Chen Yuan's back and placed the five boxes flat one by one, so that he could see the inside through the transparent packaging part above.

Thousand-layer cake, Ruyi cake, green rice cake, horseshoe cake, bean paste rice cake... It is said that the desserts in this store are not only heavy in taste, but also sweet but not greasy, glutinous but not sticky, sweet and soft in the mouth, and are full of fragrance, which is the best dessert. Not only that, its shape and color are also outstanding, exquisite and small, colorful, square, rectangular, round, hexagonal, petal shape...

Tong Luo thought he was not a foodie. At this moment, he couldn't love this look and felt full of salivation... He had a meal on the plane and was already hungry now.

"Eat as much as you want, don't let your mouth drip everywhere." Chen Yuan washed his hands and looked at Tong Luo with disgust.

"I still have it at home." Tong Luo pretended to be fine - you want to be polite to me and I will taste it a few more times. As for this attitude, I must defend my dignity even if I starve to death.

Chen Yuan ignored her, sat down, and his eyes wandered over the five boxes for a while. He didn't know when he went to the kitchen, and he turned into a fork in his hand and picked a piece of thousand-layer cake.

Tong Luo stared at the clear and crystal pastry trembling on the fork, and couldn't help swallowing his saliva.

The thousand-layer cake paused in the air, and suddenly moved quickly to her eyes and stopped at her mouth.

Uncle Shen ordered: "Eat."

"This is not good, right?" As the sound of swallowing, Miss Tong refused against her will.

"I'm afraid it's poisonous or diarrhea after taking it, you should take it first." Mr. Shen really deserves a beating.

Tong Luo rolled his eyes: "Let me be a guinea pig? Maybe I'll have no problem after eating it, but you have diarrhea after eating it? After all, I've been fed from gutter oil since I was a child."

Chen Yuan probably thought she was talking nonsense and stuffed it into her mouth: "Which gutter oil from which company is of good quality? Did you endorse it?"

Tong Luo bulged his cheeks, and on the one hand, he wanted to cry happily for the fragrant mouth full of his mouth, and on the other hand, he was so angry that he was so angry that he was not clear about Mr. Shen's poisonous tongue. She rolled her eyes and said in a vague way: "I only endorse one product of your family."

"Checze you to death." Chen Yuan gave a piece to his mouth. His eating habits were much more elegant than Tong Luo. He savored one small bite at a time, and tasted it slowly.

Tong Luo, who ate ginseng fruit by Zhu Bajie: What should I do if Mr. Shen eats the piece that seems to be more delicious?

Neither of the two realized that the scene of sharing the same fork and feeding each other seemed a bit ambiguous.

He couldn't chew too much, so Tong Luo ate a whole piece into his mouth. Finally, he finished eating it at a speed that was not as fast as Chen Yuan chewed slowly. After Chen Yuan finished eating, he looked at Tong Luo patiently, followed her gaze and searched the next box, and then quickly picked it up and handed it to her mouth.

Feeding seems quite fun, especially seeing her so satisfied.

"I'm still eating, should I leave a few boxes for them?" Tong Luo was a little confused. She originally thought that each person would give one box, and it would be a mess to others. But it would seem that it would be nice if she could taste it all.

"Just leave a few pieces for each box." Chen Yuan handed the fork forward, "Eat quickly."

So Tong Luo jealous mouse once again became a happy experimental product.

You and I will try five boxes of snacks quickly. This type of pastry doesn’t look big, but it’s still quite full if you eat five pieces.

Tong Luo swallowed the last bite in his mouth and was satisfied: "It's so delicious. What do you think."

Chen Yuan looked down on his face: "Look at your promising prospects. It's okay. I'm used to eating delicacies from mountains and seas. Occasionally, I'll eat some farm stays to make adjustments."

Tong Luo also looked down upon his face: "It is difficult for people with a higher standard of living like you to get satisfaction, and people like us, as long as they are a little higher than the living standard, they can easily get happiness. So people like me actually live happier than people like you."

"If you don't have a fish, how can you know the joy of fish? If you have to find such an excuse to comfort yourself in poverty, then I can agree, which is a sympathy and compassion for the weak."

"It is people like you that have led to a huge gap between the rich and poor in the world and full of contradictions." Tong Luo said, "You are just the part of people who have become rich first, and your ultimate goal is to bring us common prosperity."

"I refuse." Chen Yuan glanced at her proudly.

"You have been corrupted by capitalism, and I am a firm successor to communism."

Chen Yuan never knew that he was talking nonsense with someone. He was so quarreling and ignoring his poverty, and it was also full of fun.

He grabbed a piece of pastry again and pushed it to Tong Luo's mouth: "It's better to block your mouth if you talk so much."

Tong Luo crossed his eyes and stared at the pastry close by, with some confusion: "I seem to be a little full."

But it looks delicious.

Otherwise, let's have another one.

Tong Luo thought so, slowly moved forward, slightly opened his red lips and took a small bite with his teeth.

Chen Yuan stared at her slightly pouted red lips, and suddenly his mouth was dry.

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The location and specialties are written in a random way, so don’t compare them. The pastries I wrote are actually from Nanjing... I want to eat them.

I had another meeting in the morning and had to go to the hospital in the afternoon. I would never pay off the debt. Why don’t you share me and pay off the debt?
Chapter completed!