Xiaojie, where are my pickled pepper chicken feet? It's the same packet I put in the refrigerator last night, ready to eat while watching dramas today! "
As soon as he returned to the dormitory after class, Chen Fan threw the book on the table, collapsed on the chair, and weakly shouted at the figure who was mopping the floor.
The boy named Xiaojie, whose full name is Lu Xiaojie, immediately stopped what he was doing when he heard the sound. He turned around, and under the refreshing hijab was an extremely clean face. When he smiled, he had two shallow dimples. He looked like a high school student who hadn't grown up yet.
"Brother, that chicken feet has expired. I took a look at it this morning and threw it away. "Xiaojie's voice was gentle and a little cautious, "I'm afraid you'll have diarrhea. But don't worry, I just went to the vegetable market and bought fresh chicken feet. I'll make you something more delicious tonight, braised. How about it? "
When Chen Fan heard this, he immediately lost his temper.
What else could he say? People also do it for his own good.
Besides, the braised chicken feet made by Xiaojie taste much better than those bought from outside. Soft and glutinous, with a salty and fragrant taste. Thinking of that taste, Chen Fan's mouth almost watered.
