Chapter 1425: Passing It to Someone Else

Nan Jiaojiao awkwardly said, “Still a little bit, not really used to it.”

“I’ll keep that in mind for next time.”

Not in front of her, but he would complain about Yaen Chi and the others behind her back, not that it was the first or second time.

Bo Yanching took the box of pistachios, peeled them one by one, placing them in his palm, and when he had about six or seven, he pulled Nan Jiaojiao’s hand and placed them in her palm.

Nan Jiaojiao ate one herself first, then fed him one, suddenly remembering to ask, “Have you eaten yet?”

“Not yet.

When they dragged you away, I was in the office, handling some urgent matters and rushed over here, couldn’t bother with eating.”

Nan Jiaojiao suddenly felt a pang of heartache, “Then order something to eat, I’ll eat with you.”

Bo Yanching turned to look at her, smiling, “Hungry again?”

“No, I just had two small cakes, I’ll just nibble with you.”

“Then no need to order food, I’ll have them make a bowl of noodles.

What flavor do you want?”

“Beef.”

“Okay.”

Bo Yanching called the manager, and soon the manager himself brought over a bowl of handmade pulled noodles.

Bo Yanching didn’t bother to stand up; the manager bowed slightly as he carried the tray over, placing the bowl on the coffee table.

Bo Yanching didn’t move, exchanged a couple of courteous words, enough to make the manager feel flattered, and then respectfully greeted everyone before exiting with the tray.

Bo Yanching then picked up the bowl of noodles, led Nan Jiaojiao to the dining table to eat.

He picked up a strand, blew it cool, and fed it to Nan Jiaojiao.

It wasn’t thin noodles, but like biangbiang pulled noodles, very wide.

One strand was equivalent to a whole bowl of normal thin noodles.

Nan Jiaojiao was full after eating half a strand, her mouth was stuffed, and she lightly pushed Bo Yanching’s hand.

He understood she didn’t want to eat anymore, moved the bowl back, and ate the remaining noodles.

Yaen Chi and the others didn’t come over to bother them, intuitively not disturbing the couple.

Mo Tingshen answered the phone, speaking as he walked towards the door, passing by the dining area just as Nan Jiaojiao vaguely heard him say, “Are you at the door?

Stay there, I’ll come down to pick you up, very soon.”

His tone was slow, maybe it comes with age; he was always calm in his emotions, talking to anyone as if coaxing a child.

Nan Jiaojiao had seen Mo Tingshen coaxing Chu Yao many times, but now Chu Yao’s share of the treatment, he was gradually giving to someone else.

Couldn’t say why but there was a bit of a knot in her heart.

When Mo Tingshen came back, he brought Qiao Man, and as before, Qiao Man brought her homemade cakes, sharing them with everyone, including Nan Jiaojiao.

She accepted it, didn’t give Qiao Man a cold shoulder.

Bo Yanching clearly noticed her low spirits, “What’s wrong?”

She gently raised her eyes.

Bo Yanching glanced in Mo Tingshen’s direction sideways, then silently withdrew his gaze, “Do you want to go out for a walk?”

“It’s not good,” Nan Jiaojiao tugged at him, hinting at Qiao Man in her words, “She just arrived.”

“What does it matter who’s here, whoever brought them takes care of them, I’m only taking care of you.”

He pulled Nan Jiaojiao up, casually setting aside the cake given by Qiao Man on the table, opened the box, took out a piece, wrapped it in a tissue, and put it in his pocket, leaving the box open.

Nan Jiaojiao didn’t understand what he meant by this, and was pulled by him through the crowd.

“I’m leaving first, going out to walk off the food, won’t come back in a while.”

Mo Tingshen turned back, laughed, “I was waiting for you to finish eating so we could drink together, and here you are, eaten and now you’re slipping away with someone, not even a sip of wine.

Do you think we’ll let you easily slide away?”