Han qiqing smiled and asked, " how's the taste? "
"Hmm, not bad." The elder brother's voice was still indifferent.
Even though her ice-cold brother usually looked indifferent when he ate, he was actually very picky.
For him to eat it, it meant that she did make it well.
Han qiqing was a little smug in her heart.
When she saw that he had finished drinking, she stood up and moved behind him to massage his shoulders.
"Brother, what time is our flight?"
"Six O 'clock,"
She asked again, " six O 'clock? then we won't be able to have dinner in time. Why don't I cook something for you later? we can go to the airport after we're full. What do you want to eat, brother? "
"As you wish."
"I see ... I can't think of what big brother likes to eat ..."
Han qiqing's small fist punched his shoulder lightly, and her voice was so sweet that she couldn't stand it.
When she couldn't see it, the corners of his mouth curled up slightly.
