Chapter 1191
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The delicious Yangzhou fried rice catered to her taste buds crazily and soothed her hungry stomach. Bite after bite, it was so delicious that she couldn't stop.
Connie had completely thrown all thoughts of being a beast in human face and a dragon killer to the back of her mind. All that was left in her head was the delicious Yangzhou fried rice.
"Ding!"
The spoon hit the bottom of the empty bowl and made a soft sound. Connie looked at the empty plate in front of her and muttered in shock, "Oh my god! I actually finished a plate of food given to me by a stranger! And it was made by a dragon killer to boot! "
Looking at the remaining two grains of rice on the plate, her eyes widened as she watched her uncontrollable hand pick up the plate and lick the bottom of the bowl with her tongue.
The two grains of rice were sucked into her mouth with a slurp.
"It smells so good."
A voice sounded in her heart.
"Who are you! Why are you in my body! "Connie widened her eyes and didn't want to admit that it was her own heart.
"If I didn't make it, I would have forgotten what you were eating." Meg walked out with a tray and couldn't help but complain when he saw that the plate was licked clean. Not even a drop of egg was left on it.
"I … I … I …" Connie's face reddened. She opened her mouth but didn't know how to refute. She stole a glance at Meg. Although this man is quite good-looking, he's not a good person. He even twisted the head of a water hose off to spray water. Would he be interested in my head too?
Meg put a big plate in front of Connie and opened the lid.
The spicy and sour aroma of the Steamed Fish Head with Diced Hot Red Peppers wafted over along with the steam. Connie, who was thinking about how to escape from the devil's claws, fell into the trap again.
"Oh my god! What is this aroma? How can it be so tempting! " Connie blinked and tried to see through the mist to see what was on the plate. The first thing she saw was a field of red chili. The chopped chili covered the entire plate and she couldn't see what was underneath.
"Is this … for me too?" Connie looked at Meg uncertainly and asked.
"I'm not hungry now, and you're the only one in the restaurant." Mag nodded. He only wanted to give this cat-eared young lady some brain supplements so that they could have a normal conversation. Otherwise, it would be too tiring to talk to her.
"He's so good to me? Is he really a good person? " Connie sized Mag up carefully. She thought of the faucet in the kitchen, and shook her head in her heart. Maybe he was only interested in a certain part of my body, and wanted to give me a good meal before sending me on my way.
She wanted to run.
However, when he looked at the delicious food in front of him, he couldn't move his feet.
If the fried rice from before could be described as a gentle comfort, then this bright red delicacy was like a strong man, violently pressing her under his body.
Her heart was against it, but …
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It was so sour and spicy that it almost exploded in an instant.
Her taste buds, which had just been comforted by the Yangzhou fried rice, were waiting delicately at the side. Suddenly, she felt a loud and warm slap.
Connie's face flushed red instantly. The tingling sensation spread from the tip of her tongue to her entire body, as though countless ants were crawling over her body. It felt as though something was about to crawl out of her body. That numbing sensation made her body tremble slightly. Her cherry lips parted slightly, and she let out a cry. "Mmm …"
"Rip!"
Almost at the same time, the sound of cloth tearing was heard.
Connie's tattered cotton blouse had an obvious tear at the collar. The tear extended downwards, revealing a beautiful arc.
Meg raised his eyebrows slightly. It seemed that customers with a big heart weren't suitable to eat this Steamed Fish Head with Diced Hot Red Peppers.
Hmm, today's fish head was big and round.
Connie, whose face was flushed red, didn't notice it at all.
"Spicy!" Connie, who had never eaten chili before, felt her mind go blank.
After a moment of intense impact, her taste buds fell. After being ravaged, she felt a faint sense of loss. Then, she controlled her brain and drove the hand holding the chopsticks to pick up another piece of chopped chili and put it into her mouth.
The sourness and spiciness wreaked havoc again. The discomfort at the beginning had disappeared. Instead, there was a feeling of pleasant surprise that made her taste buds go wild again.
One mouthful of chopped chili, and another mouthful of chopped chili. After being ravaged, her taste buds were still enthusiastically cheering for the next round of attack.
"This is a fish head …" Meg looked at Connie, who was crazily eating the chopped chili. His expression was complicated. He wanted to say something, but didn't know what to say.
Five minutes later, Connie put the last piece of chopped chili into her mouth. She chewed and swallowed, and let out a long sigh of satisfaction.
Her clothes were already soaked in sweat. This feeling of fullness was simply too satisfying!
Then, she looked at the plate and saw the neatly arranged fish head. She said in surprise, "Eh! Why is there a fish head here? "
"This dish is called Steamed Fish Head with Diced Hot Red Peppers. Most people eat fish heads. I didn't expect you to choose chopped chili." Meg looked at Connie with a complicated expression. "You're really a genius."
"You're eating a fish head?" Connie's expression was even more surprised. "I think that chopped chili is delicious too."
Then she looked down and finally saw her torn and open neckline.
"Ah!" She let out a scream and covered her collar. Then, she looked at Meg with a panicked expression. "You … What did you do to me while I was eating?!"
"I've been standing here the whole time. What do you think I did to you?" Meg spread his hands.
"That's true." Connie was stunned. Although she was very engrossed in eating, Meg didn't come close to her, nor did he do anything strange to her.
Could it be that this shirt is too tattered, so it tore when I wasn't paying attention? Connie thought in her heart. Her gaze couldn't help but fall on the fish head on the plate again. After a serious observation, she exclaimed again, "Why does this fish only have a fish head?!"
"This dish is called Steamed Fish Head with Diced Hot Red Peppers." Meg pursed his lips. This girl was so flustered that he didn't know whether to laugh or cry.
"Water faucet, fish head …" Connie's gaze gradually became frightened as she looked at Meg. Could he be a head fetish? Could it be that this man brought her back just to take her head?
At that thought, Connie's expression collapsed, and she cried on the spot. "Don't … Don't kill me. My head doesn't taste good at all, and … and I don't know how to spray water. It's useless even if you put my head in the kitchen …"
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