Bo Yanching dodged, but his face still got splashed a bit. He helplessly wiped it off, and Nan Jiaojiao also rushed over to help him. She deliberately skipped the embarrassing topic and turned to sell out Mo Tingshen:
"I don't know, you have to ask Mo Tingshen."
Bo Yanching looked up and glanced at someone.
Even he despised the lovesick fool!
"Forget it then, no need to ask, we don't play with fools."
Bo Yanching led her inside, and Nan Jiaojiao added, "Makes sense, Grandpa told me the same thing."
He smiled and pinched her cheek, "You didn't eat anything else before coming, did you?"
"No, I didn't."
"That's just right, Miss Lu hired two chefs for Cantonese cuisine, there's new dishes tonight, have a bit more later."
"Okay!"
Nan Jiaojiao habitually reached into Bo Yanching's suit pocket, took out a small yogurt bottle, handed the straw to Bo Yanching to open, waited for him to insert it, then took it back, and stuffed her hand back into his now-empty pocket.
