A Small Storm at the Dinner Table

  "Hey, stinky ice block, what are you thinking?"

  Suddenly, a slender white hand waved in front of him.

  He finally came back to his senses: "Young lady, what are your orders?"

  Qian Wei looked at him with some surprise: "Xiao Xing just greeted you and you didn't even respond to her!"

  Mu Jue Bing suddenly realized that Mo Yu Xing beside her was watching her with his arms crossed and a puffed up face.

  "Sorry, Miss Mo, I was just thinking about something."

  "Oh? ~" Mo Yu Xing obviously didn't plan on letting him off like that, "What are you thinking?"

  "This..." Our clever butler paused, his eyes falling on Qian Yezi, "I was thinking, which dishes on this table does our eldest miss dislike eating? This is what a personal butler should do."

  Mo Yu Xing heard this and suddenly felt envious: "Wow, Xiao Zhi jie, you've found a really responsible butler!"

  "Cough, cough, cough." Qian Xiaoqi awkwardly cleared her throat a few times, secretly turning her head to glare at Mu Jueying.

  "Hmph, that damned iceberg! Did he think she couldn't see it? He was definitely not thinking of her just now, although he had been pretending very well, but the damned painful expression in his eyes just now was still discovered by her."

  There must be a very sad past in his heart. Qian Ye Zi pouted.

  However, he actually dared to use her as a shield, humph, and actually treated his own master like that, just wait and see how she'll deal with him!

  "Ice cube, I didn't know you cared about me so much. Then today, can you please taste each dish for me first and tell me if it's good or not?"

  Qian Wei looked at him with a sly smile on her face, then picked up some dishes from each plate and put them into Mu Jue's bowl.

  Spicy stir-fried clams?!!

  When Mu Jue saw this, he furrowed his brow.

  When he was a child, he experienced a fire and was choked by smoke, so he never eats spicy food.

  At this moment, the other three people at the dinner table stared straight at the scallop in his bowl.

  "That..."

  Mo Yu Xing just wanted to speak, but was deterred by Qian Ye Zi's fierce glare.

  Seeking gold medals, seeking collection, seeking likes, seeking comments, seeking red envelopes, seeking gifts, all kinds of seeking, whatever you want, just throw it over!