Eat chicken and eat the goddess

Mu Ziyou believed in Li Fanhua, even if Li Fanhua didn't get any compensation for the order she got back from Canghai Company this time, she didn't complain, and tried her best to spend the time she could save on work.

The biggest advantage of the students is probably the drive that a newborn calf is not afraid of tigers. Inspired by Li Fanhua's excellent eloquence, several other students in the studio also stepped up to the first intense work, knowing that there is no pay , but you still have to do the work you entrust to yourself to perfection.

Although Mu Ziyou is busy, she still goes out to dinner with Yan Zhen every day. After dinner, they hold hands for a walk. Sometimes they don't say anything, just hold hands and walk slowly, but they also feel The whole heart is full of happiness slowly.

It's winter in city h, and the weather is getting colder and colder. The weather forecast says that there may be snowfall this month.

Mu Ziyou and Yan Zhen sat in the hot pot restaurant, chatting while eating hot pot.

There are many people in the hot pot restaurant in winter, and the hall is almost full. Mu Ziyou and Yan Zhen sat by the window, talking softly amidst the din.

Mu Ziyou took a slice of hot beef from the clear soup and put it in Yan Zhen's bowl, then turned his head and looked out the window and said with a smile.

"Maybe it will snow today."

Yan Zhen took a bite of the beef that Mu Ziyou pinched for her, under the slightly trembling eyelashes, the dark pupils were gentle and tender.

The hot pot for the two of them is a standard mandarin duck pot, half of which is smoking red soup that looks spicy, and half of which is milky white bone soup. In fact, neither of them can eat spicy food, but they want to try it occasionally.

Yan Zhen pointed at the hot red soup with his chopsticks, his voice was soft and waxy and slightly coquettish, very different from his usual tone, more like a little girl acting like a spoiled child.

"I want to try the spicy one."

Mu Ziyou originally wanted to reject her straight away, but seeing Yan Zhen's deep, wet eyes with a little expectation behind the mist rising from the hot pot, he couldn't help but soften his heart, and changed the subject.

"You don't have a good stomach...then...just try it."

Yan Zhen nodded.

"Well, just one bite."

Under Yan Zhen's gaze, Mu Ziyou put two slices of green vegetables into the red soup, and then quickly scooped them up, but she didn't give them to Yan Zhen, but picked them up first, and took a bite by herself.

I don’t know what kind of pepper used in the hot pot restaurant can be so spicy. Mu Ziyou chewed a mouthful and almost spit it out, and her face turned red immediately. She shook her head while holding her cheeks, and put another piece of green vegetables into the clear soup to rinse. After rinsing it several times, she picked it up for Yan Zhen. She felt that Yan Zhen's stomach would definitely not be able to take it.

Mu Ziyou's occasional small actions are very heartwarming and touching. Although she is younger than Yan Zhen, she is more caring.

The green vegetables that have been rinsed so many times are no longer spicy. Yan Zhen watched Mu Ziyou drink water non-stop, his face turned red, and even his lips were as red and bright as if they had just put on lipstick. A little distressed but feeling a little happy, she raised the corners of her lips and asked suddenly.

"Do you like snow?"

Mu Ziyou didn't answer directly, but when she mentioned Xue, she suddenly remembered something, so she started talking to Yan Zhen.

Mu Ziyou has only seen snow a few times since he was a child. The last time it snowed in H City was when Mu Ziyou was just in his first year of high school. The school held the first parent-teacher meeting. Because his cousin had a very important class, he couldn't ask for leave, so Her parents will have no parents.

It was snowing when get out of class was over that day, and the students all went home with their parents, chatting and laughing, discussing what to eat for dinner, only Mu Ziyou stood alone at the school gate.

The snow fell heavily in a short while, and she could hardly grab a taxi on the road without an umbrella, so she had to walk home alone.

She remembered that it was very windy and snowy that day, and it melted into water after falling on her hair and clothes, but she didn't feel the cold at all, and it was dark when she returned home, and she was covered like a snowman It was so wet, but she still had to cook for herself, and she got sick after that day, and it took a week for her to recover from a cold.

When Mu Ziyou was talking to Yan Zhen, he kept smiling, but Yan Zhen could hear the sadness and helplessness in it.

In fact, Mu Ziyou is so good at taking care of people, isn't it because her family was not around since she was a child, and no one took care of her, so she could only take care of herself.

Yan Zhen looked at Mu Ziyou, she actually seemed to rub Mu Ziyou's head and hug her in her arms, but the public and the hot pot between them dispelled her thoughts.

"Then, you probably don't like snow."

Mu Ziyou shook his head, blinked at Yan Zhen and said with a smile.

"I like it. I like snow very much. If it really snows this year, I will like it even more."

"Why would you prefer snow this year?"

"Because it's the first snow after I was with you."

It's not that Yan Zhen has never heard sultry love stories. Whether she saw them or heard them with her own ears, she always felt that they were boring.But Mu Ziyou's words suddenly touched Yan Zhen's heartstrings for some reason, and the throbbing moment made the smile on her lips rise uncontrollably.

So, is this because of meeting the right person?

Suddenly there was an uproar in the hot pot restaurant, Yan Zhen and Mu Ziyou looked at each other suspiciously, and then heard someone whisper something.

"Look, is it snowing outside?"

"It seems to be, it's really snowing."

The guests suddenly became excited, and one or two pointed out the window and kept saying that it was snowing, it was snowing.

Mu Ziyou and Yan Zhen turned their heads and looked out of the window. Under the illumination of the street lamps, the white snowflakes slowly falling from mid-air were as beautiful as a scene in a movie.

Mu Ziyou was so happy that she almost jumped up. She lay on the glass window, her exhaled breath condensed into mist, and she pointed out the window with bright eyes.

"Sister, it's really snowing."

"Yeah, it's snowing."

Yan Zhen responded softly, then stood up and took Mu Ziyou's hand.

"Let's go."

"Where?"

"Go for a walk in the snow."

After paying the bill, Mu Ziyou and Yan Zhen walked out of the hot pot restaurant holding hands. Many people ran out on the street, and many children laughed and walked around under the snowflakes.

Mu Ziyou took Yan Zhen's hand and put it in his pocket, then squinted his eyes and looked at the sky, the white snowflakes fell lightly on her face, and were instantly melted by her body temperature.

"it's beautiful."

Yan Zhen sighed softly, with a hint of joy in his deep and clear eyes.

Mu Ziyou turned his head to look at her, and smiled softly. She held Yan Zhen's hand tightly. On a snowy and cold night, she felt as if a bonfire was lit in her heart. She wept.

"Yeah, so pretty."