Helian Qing was still half-dead, and he didn't have any smile when he saw her, but just ordered his subordinates to serve the food.

He was really puzzled, because as soon as Mao saw this little girl, the saliva in his mouth gurgled out?

The dish is similar to the last time, but the soup is replaced by sour bamboo shoots and duck soup, as well as a dish of garlic pork ribs, and a cold salad of shredded kelp, and spicy screws are of course a must.

"The soup is so fresh, and there is a faint sourness, it's really delicious, Brother Mingshun, you can drink it too."

Meimei drank a few sips of duck soup, praised it, scooped a bowl for Yan Mingshun, and thought about it, and also served half a bowl for Helian Qing.

"You drink more, look at you skinny, a six-level typhoon can blow you away."

Helian Qing glanced at her, her eyebrows didn't mind, she drank a few mouthfuls of soup, her appetite was full, she simply soaked the soup in the rice, snorted and took a big sip, and smashed her small mouth so that Helian Qing swallowed saliva again and again.

Looks really good!

He also poured the soup into the rice, only ate one bite, and was immediately captured by the deliciousness of the soup, the little girl of the Zhao family has a really good eye for picky food, and the recommended dishes are not delicious.

Seeing that Helian Qing had eaten several mouthfuls of food in a row, his subordinates didn't want to vomit, and they confirmed his and the doctor's conjecture that the little princess of the Zhao family was the secret weapon to let Mr. eat.

Meimei ate half a bowl of rice, and then began to eat other dishes, the screws sucked loudly, and gnawed a few ribs in a row, the small mouth was oily, and He Lianqing couldn't help but suck a few screws, but he felt that he had never tasted so good.

"Don't just eat screws, the pork ribs taste very good, you also have to eat vegetables, otherwise you lack vitamins and it's not good for your health."

Meimei persuaded angrily, she knew why Helian Qing was so thin, and she was a serious picky eater!

Such a big table of dishes, but only staring at the screw to eat, isn't it a picky eater?

It's not okay to do this, how to say it, he is also Yan Mingshun's father-in-law, although he has a strange temper and his heart is not big, but he is Yan Mingshun's backer, and it would be great to live a few more years.

Meimei saw Helianqing's hesitation, as if she was considering whether to eat other dishes, she simply took the chopsticks, sandwiched a large piece of pork ribs, sandwiched some cold kelp shreds, and some water spinach, and sandwiched a small half bowl of dishes for Helianqing.

"These dishes are delicious."

Meimei was afraid that Helian Qing would be unhappy, so she also took a big chopstick and ate it with relish, indicating that she was not deceiving.

In fact, these dishes are really delicious, even if they are vegetarian dishes, but the soup stock is duck soup, which is very delicious, and I have eaten several chopsticks and water spinach in a row.

Helian Qing swallowed his saliva, hesitantly ate some water spinach, his brows stretched, and he ate in small bites, and actually ate all the dishes between his eyebrows, including most of the bowl of soup and rice.

"I didn't lie to you!"

Meimei is very proud, her tongue is the most sensitive, if it tastes good or not, you will know that the level of the farm chef is the most clever she has ever tasted, and the home-cooked food is more delicious than the palace meal.

Helian Qing snorted lightly and ignored his eyebrows.

In fact, he didn't know what to say, because he also thought so, but he definitely couldn't admit it in front of his eyebrows, it was too shameless!

"Do you want more rice, sir?" The subordinate asked softly.

Helian Qing glanced at Yan Ming's eyebrows, swallowed it with a grunt, and nodded.