Those who like to cook are good people

Wu Ci saw Yan Heng staring at him without saying a word, and felt a little scared. Is this person angry and wants to hit me?

Yan Heng tried his best to suppress the thoughts in his heart, and asked him: "Does the foot hurt? We will take a taxi home if it hurts."

Wu Ci covered his nose and shook his head, humming, "But the nose hurts."

"What should I do?"

It won't hurt if I kiss you for you.

"I'm hungry, I want to eat." Wu Ci felt that he was pushing his feet a little bit.

Yan Heng thought as he did, nodded and agreed.He was not angry, and Wu Ci breathed a sigh of relief.But he said again: "I want porridge!"

Yan Heng was a little entangled in the porridge shop not knowing if it would be open at night.Wu Ci ate a lot at night, and if he ate any more, he might not be able to digest it tomorrow.

Soften your voice and say, "You ate a lot tonight, don't feel sick to your stomach when you go to bed at night."

Wu Ci said firmly, "I want to eat."

"No." Yan Heng denied him expressionlessly.

"Who said it just now?"

Yan Heng pointed to himself and said, "It's me."

Wu Ci put down his hand covering his nose and said, "I want to eat."

"Can Ice Cream?" Yan Heng asked.

It seems to be okay, Wu Ci nodded thinkingly.

"Then let's go." Yan Heng walked towards the nearest convenience store.Wu Ci followed behind him, and suddenly realized that his appearance just now was the same as that of a girl who was throwing a fit at her boyfriend.

Thinking of this, Wu Ci felt a chill and shivered.

Yan Heng found out and asked, "Is it cold?"

Wu Ci looked at him and shook his head.

Is this person too kind to himself?