Chapter 220 He said he felt uncomfortable
Jiang Yao really wanted to drag Yue Jian back and give her a good beating. He had no tact at all. He didn't know that she was afraid of being alone with this big Buddha, and he left her to face it alone.
“How do you bake it?”
The man had already sat down, with elegant movements and his dignified, slender hands, holding a fish that had not yet been grilled.
The noble god, holding the fireworks in his hands, is very mismatched, yet inexplicably harmonious.
The man's movements were so graceful that Jiang Yao couldn't help but take a few more glances.
When Su Qianji looked up, he met the little eyes that were stealing glances at him.
Jiang Yao's heart skipped a beat, and he was a little flustered. He quickly said, "God of War, why don't you just leave it there and I'll roast it."
"You tell me what to do."
He seemed to be serious about it and insisted on grilling the fish today.
Jiang Yao pointed to the sauces beside her, which were all essential items for her to have when going out.
"Just sprinkle these on it and roast it on the fire."
Su Qianji nodded, said nothing more, picked up a bamboo tube and poured it into the fish.
"Wait a moment."
It was too late for Jiang Yao to speak, as the man had already poured all the salt on the fish.
"God of War, you poured all the salt in there. It's going to choke people to death."
Besides, she only had a little salt, so how could she grill other fish if she threw it all away?
Su Qianji frowned, a little unhappy: "Didn't you say to sprinkle it?"
"I said spread, not pour."
Forget it, this man is a god and doesn't need to eat, which means he is an idiot in life. Why should she bother with an idiot?
"I mean, this is all the salt I have, and you poured it all out. I don't have any."
The sound stopped abruptly as all the salt on the fish slowly returned to the bamboo tube.
Jiang Yao's mouth twitched. He forgot about this world where spiritual energy was flying around. It was not difficult to return the salt that had been poured out.
She grabbed the stick and said, "God of War, let me do it."
Su Qianji felt that Jiang Yao disliked him.
How could he, a war god with a thousand-year history, not even be able to grill a fish properly?
Before Jiang Yao could grab the fish, a pair of big hands placed on the back of her hands: "I said, I'll grill it."
There was a hint of paranoia in the tone.
The slightly cool feeling on the back of his hand made Jiang Yao stunned for a moment. In his memory, Su Qianji's hands were like this, with a slight coolness and clean and slender fingers, which looked very much like the man in front of him.
Su Qianji raised his eyes, looked at her and said seriously: "You can teach me."
Jiang Yao withdrew his hand, stopped looking at him, took the bamboo tube, reached in, dipped his hand in the salt, and then smeared it on the fish.
This is teaching him.
When Su Qianji saw this, a trace of depression and unbearableness flashed in his eyes.
His eyes fell on the girl's white hands, which were stained with salt and the water from the fish.
So dirty.
But he didn't feel disgusted at all. Instead, he couldn't take his eyes off the slender white fingers because they were so beautiful.
Jiang Yao ignored him and prepared the fish and put it on the fire to roast. There was no movement from the other side either. He probably knew that he couldn't do it and simply gave up.
This is good. She doesn't have time to teach a life idiot how to live, and the other party doesn't need it.
After the fish were grilled one by one, Jiang Yao arranged them neatly and shouted to the playful people, "The fish is ready, come and eat."
"Mother, I'm here."
Jiang Yao hugged Shang Lu who rushed over, turned around on the spot, and asked with a smile: "Are you hungry?"
"I'm hungry. My stomach is about to burst."
"Come and eat fish."
When Jiang Yao pulled Shang Lu over, Yue Jian had already grabbed three and flew aside to eat them alone.
Baiyin was stunned: "Why doesn't she eat here?"
"That's her weird habit. Let's eat."
Bai Yin nodded, then turned to the man beside him and asked, "Would the God of War want to eat?"
Suku Chiji waved his hand, and the chopsticks were neatly placed on the table, which also answered Baiyin's question.
Baiyin was a little nervous. She approached carefully and picked up the chopsticks carefully. She was also very careful when eating the fish. She didn't want to drop it on the stone or poke the fish meat everywhere.
Because someone can't stand this.
She wanted to remind the Chinese pectinata next to her, but when she turned around, she saw that the fish was eating more delicately, picking out the bones one by one, and the fish meat was not even spoiled.
"Uh, Xiaobaibao, is this how you eat fish?"
Shang Lu blinked his eyes and said, "Yes."
Jiang Yao pulled Bai Yin over and said, "Don't worry about him. He has obsessive-compulsive disorder."
"Obsessive-compulsive disorder?" Bai Yin was curious: "What is obsessive-compulsive disorder?"
"Obsessive-compulsive disorder." Su Qianji murmured softly. He felt that he had heard this word somewhere, but he couldn't remember where.
"It's the repetition of stereotyped ritualistic behaviors. We know they're irrational, but we have to do them anyway." Jiang Yao paused, worried that if he continued, these people wouldn't understand. "In short, it's a disease, an incurable one."
Bai Yin disagreed: "Jiang Yao, you can't say that about Xiao Baibao. This isn't a disease, it's persistence. Persistent children will have great things when they grow up, just like the God of War. The God of War also has it."
She didn't utter the word "obsessive-compulsive disorder" under the man's warning gaze.
Shang Lu asked curiously: "Aunt Baiyin, what does the strange uncle have?"
Bai Yin changed the subject and looked at the fish on the table and said, "The God of War has fish. Hey, eat it quickly, or it will get cold soon."
Jiang Yao does not have obsessive-compulsive disorder and really dislikes it. She picked up the chopsticks, first scraped the fish head, then scraped the fish belly, and the meat was scraped apart by her.
Shang Lu hurriedly picked up the wooden board and said, "Mother, please eat this. I have already removed the fish bones for you."
When she looked up, her little face was wrinkled, and she looked at Jiang Yao as if she was about to cry: "Mom, can't you wait for me? I told you before that I will pick the fish bones for you when you eat fish."
"No, no, I can still carve it." Jiang Yao said casually, and then deliberately poked the fish meat, making it even more messy.
"Mom, the baby is feeling so uncomfortable."
Jiang Yao slowly said, "Hold it in."
Shang Lu sat down with a wronged look on his face, trying hard not to look, but his little eyes couldn't help but look, and that scene was already engraved in his mind.
Jiang Yao was about to continue eating when the fish in front of him suddenly became whole, as if it had not been touched.
Three pairs of eyes looked at the man at the same time.
Su Qianji lowered his eyes and said slowly, "He said he felt uncomfortable."
Jiang Yao: "."
Baiyin: “.”
Phytolacca: “.”
Then, under the gaze of three pairs of eyes, Su Qianji raised his hand and waved, and all the fish bones of the fish in front of him disappeared.
Then he handed the fish to Jiang Yao, and took the fish with fish bones in front of Jiang Yao.
Then he looked at Shang Lu: "Will this make it less uncomfortable?"
Shanglu puffed out his cheeks, hummed in a baby voice, and didn't want to pay much attention to him.
He swapped his fish with Jiang Yao's: "Mom, you eat the baby's."
I don't want my mother to eat fish that has had its bones removed by another man.
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