Soldiers are also arrogant, with a casual attitude and a domineering attitude.
Bi Yue spoke with a smile in a soft voice. Her big almond-shaped eyes were clear and bright, beads of sweat were glistening on her delicate nose, and her brows were full of confidence.
Chu Yifeng pretended to eat breakfast, but his eyes fell on Bi Yue.
The feeling of wanting to say a few words to her is very strange.
Chu Yifeng, who had only eaten a fried dough stick and then stood up to light a cigarette, walked to Bi Yue:
It was still a deep male voice. Chu Yifeng narrowed his eyes and leaned closer to say, "You mixed something else into this oil. Isn't that a shame?"
Bi Yue turned around quickly: "What do you mean?"
Chu Yifeng cleared his throat. For some reason, he didn't dare to look Bi Yue in the eye.
"I mean, it's mixed with lard, right?"
Damn, I've run into trouble! Born in the Year of the Dog? Eating soybean oil every day? I've really run into someone so rich they're pretentious!
Bi Yue neither admitted nor denied it, with a normal expression, and directly picked up the ashes from the stove as if avoiding the issue.
The mixture is made with lard, which she made herself, and she added very little. If you ask around the market, you will find that there are very few people who are as thoughtful as she is.
Chu Yifeng heaved a sigh of relief. With the aura of this woman playing basketball, she didn't even get angry with him?!
"Are you scolding me for being nosy?"
Bi Cheng had noticed it a long time ago. He squeezed forward and pointed at the family of three at the round table, then took over the conversation: "Hey, big brother, three dollars and four cents."
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Chu Yifeng rolled down the car window and suddenly turned his head, and their eyes met unexpectedly.
The slender fingers flicked the cigarette butt far away, and the light arc fell just within Bi Yue's sight, and the car window rolled up.
"Sister, what did he say to you?"
"He said he was sick and couldn't eat lard."
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