Seeing that it was almost time to open, Jiang Chi picked up the little dumpling and said, "Come on, it's time to eat what I want."
Fifteen minutes later, in the private room, Chaochao sat on a children's stool, her little face intently studying the strings of things on the plate in front of her, her expression serious as if she were solving a mathematical problem: what does 7+8 equal?
What is this?
Candied hawthorn berries?
Chaochao cautiously brought her nose close to the plate, took a small sip, and then...
Achoo—it's so spicy—
Waaaa, this is a spicy gourd!
Jiang Chi glanced helplessly at Chaochao, who was choking on cumin, and pushed another plate of spicy barbecue in front of her. "That one is mine, this one is yours."
With teary eyes, Chaochao pointed her little finger at the skewers in front of her and asked, "Brother, what's this?"
Jiang Chi had already leisurely eaten three skewers of pork ribs. "This is barbecue, mmm... delicious."
Hong, who was standing nearby, was a little worried. "Can this kid eat this? Won't it be bad for his health?"
Jiang Chi had already instructed the chef to use less oil, salt, and spices, saying, "It's okay to eat a little less."
"Oh, I see." Brother Hong started to worry again. "Could you eat a little less?"
Jiang Chi picked up a string of chives and stuffed it into his mouth, chuckling, "Brother, stop worrying. If this keeps up, Chaochao will be calling you grandpa."
"Then you don't respect the elderly or care for the young either!" Brother Hong said, taking a bite of his food with dissatisfaction.
Isn't it natural for celebrities to control their diet?
How can his agent be so incompetent?
Wait, why is he eating leeks while Jiang Chi is eating meat?
...
If my brother says it's delicious, then it must be delicious.
Chaochao tentatively picked up a string of pearls, but didn't know how to eat it, just like someone in a TV series who held a cool interstellar laser sword but couldn't get through the door no matter how he tried.
Jiang Chi looked at the little winter melon who had inexplicably started wielding a sword, "..."
"Eat it like this."
Jiang Chi took the skewer of pork ribs and held it horizontally to her mouth. "Open your mouth."
"Ah—" Little Winter Melon obediently opened its tiger's mouth.
"Close your eyes." Chaochao immediately closed her eyes, looking like a newborn baby bird waiting to be fed.
“...I’m talking about my mouth.”
"Eek, oh wow~"
Jiang Chi held Chaochao's crown with his left hand and slowly pulled it to the side with his right.
A piece of meat fell into Chaochao's mouth.
She puffed out her cheeks as she chewed, her little expression shifting from a serious appreciation, "Let me taste how it is," to wide-eyed astonishment, "Wow, wow, wow, so delicious!" The change in expression took only three seconds.
Chaochao's eyes practically shot out two beams of light, "Brother, I want more!"
It smells so good! It tastes completely different from the dishes my Aunt Ning at home cooks!
Jiang Chi did the same thing as before, finishing off a string of baby chops for her.
Chaochao ate happily, so engrossed in the delicious food that she was practically swaying her head back and forth, almost bursting into Wang Feng's "Let's Rock Together".
Oh my god, how can meat be so delicious!
After Jiang Chi fed Xiao Donggua a skewer, he ate two skewers himself.
Before I could even take a string of potatoes, I turned around as if I had a premonition and met Little Winter Melon's intense, almost tangible, gaze.
Starry-eyed onlookers.
At this moment, there was a ring of deep red cumin from barbecue around Chaochao's lips, and faint marks left by the skewers on both sides of her mouth.
The skewers were delicious, but they were a bit too much for my face.
Children are always delicate.
Jiang Chi couldn't help but worry that the skewer would pop the child's soft cheeks like a balloon.
He used his chopsticks to transfer the meat skewers into the bowl. "Here you go."
"Thank you, brother~"
The little winter melon gulped it down in one go, squinted its eyes and chewed it heartily, then picked up a cup of coconut juice with both hands and drank it all in one go.
"ha--"
She mimicked Jiajia, who was drinking beer next to her, and let out a childlike sigh.
Jiang Chi: "..."
He suddenly thought of something, a mischievous glint flashing in his eyes. Gone was the coldness he usually displayed in front of strangers; his beautiful peach blossom eyes were now sparkling and radiant.
Unfortunately, what came out of his mouth was not human language.
"Chao Chao, I'll tell you a secret."
Chaochao curiously raised her head, "Is it Senmo Mimi?"
Jiang Chi smiled and said, "You're eating Peppa Pig's meat."
"?!"
Chaochao's chewing motion with the stick seemed to be paused, like a shocked little hamster staring at him with wide eyes.
Seeing this, Brother Hong shook his head in disgust and turned away, preferring not to see it.
This person is being a jerk again.
Chaochao covered her ears in disbelief: "...Brother, you're lying."
Jiang Chi: "You ate pork, so how can it not be?"
Chaochao wavered. She put down her chopsticks, looked down at the fragrant pieces of meat in her bowl, and fell into an unprecedented internal struggle.
Delicious meat...
But it's Peppa Pig!
But it smells so good...
But it's Peppa Pig!
After a while, she said with great difficulty, "Peppa Pig is our friend...we can't eat it."
"You're right." Jiang Chi nodded in agreement.
Three minutes later.
Jiang Chi: "Is Peppa Pig's meat delicious?"
Giving up the struggle, Chaochao nodded firmly, took a big bite, and exclaimed, "Burp—So fragrant! So delicious!"
Would you like another skewer?
Chaochao nodded hurriedly, "Yes, thank you, brother!"
The system slapped the host in despair: "It's over, is my baby going to turn evil?"
Jiang Chi poured her a bowl of lamb skewers.
"I'll tell you another secret."
Little Winter Melon looked at him suspiciously, "Brother, why do you always tell me secrets?"
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