Especially the watermelon pop, how delicious it is when drunk warm.
In the past summer, Fu Xueyao liked to make various fruit teas at home.
After all, if you make it yourself, the raw materials and kitchen utensils are cleaner, so you can feel more confident when eating.
Fu Xueyao raised her mouth slightly and blinked at Lu Xingzhou.
This cute look made Lu Xingzhou's heart tremble, and he suppressed his desire to indulge her wantonly.
Force yourself not to look at her autumn eyes again.
Lu Xingzhou's voice was low and his expression was confusing: "You said the same thing yesterday, and then you drank two cups of iced sour plum soup."
"Then I'm still at home. I don't know if you drank secretly when I wasn't at home."
Yesterday evening Ayao acted coquettishly for him, saying that it was too hot and wanted to drink something cold.
He figured there was nothing wrong with drinking it in moderation.
After all, in this summer, Ayao is so afraid of the heat.
I poured her a glass of chilled sour plum soup.
As a result, she took advantage of the opportunity and secretly poured herself another glass while he went to the kitchen to fill the meal.
Also pretending to be the first drink.
But she was in such a hurry, maybe a little panicked, that she forgot to put the lid of the small pot back on.
He was exposed at a glance.
In fact, he was not unwilling to let Fu Xueyao drink ice.
Ayao is so afraid of heat, so he must fulfill her little wish.
But she is pregnant now, and drinking ice often is not good for her health.
It would be bad if you have a stomachache.
Fu Xueyao raised her hands above her head and stretched out her fingers. He said with a serious expression: "I'm sorry, I only drank those two drinks yesterday, and I didn't drink more than one glass of ice."
"I haven't had a drink today either."
"Sister-in-law Yang from next door came to the house just now. She drank two large glasses, and I didn't even drink a drop of ice."
Fu Xueyao seemed to be telling her grievances every word.
In fact, the more she thought about it, the more uncomfortable she felt.
Sister-in-law Yang came home today. She poured iced sour plum soup for Yang Chunhua, but she drank warm water.
Doesn't she want to drink iced sour plum soup? Of course she does!
But she's holding back.
Seeing that Lu Xingzhou was indifferent, she pushed the watermelon Bobo towards where Lu Xingzhou was sitting. Playing a little tantrum, she turned her head and said, "If you are not willing to let me drink it, just take it away. Out of sight, in peace of mind."
It was better not to drink the watermelon pop after it had cooled down, so as not to continue to torture her heart.
Fu Xueyao didn't know what she was wronged about. She felt that she seemed to be more emotional recently.
Although I know I shouldn’t eat so much ice during pregnancy, I’m really craving for it.
Sometimes I really can't help it.
She has always had a weak ability to resist delicious food.
Not to mention an ice drink in summer.
She just liked the feeling of the cold liquid swirling on the tip of her tongue.
And she felt like she would be fine even if she drank ice.
My stomach doesn't hurt anymore and my appetite is better than before.
Lu Xingzhou finally compromised and said in a gentle tone, "Then you can drink."
He really couldn't bear to see Fu Xueyao's disappointed eyes, as lonely as if the whole world had abandoned her.
As soon as she finished speaking, Fu Xueyao moved the watermelon back with surprise on her face.
I didn’t forget to mutter: “That’s pretty much it.”
Lu Xingzhou: "..."
He was amazed by the speed of his wife's change of expression. She must have come back from a special trip to Sichuan Province for further study.
Lu Xingzhou now had reason to suspect that his wife had just deliberately set a trap for him to fall into.
Lu Xingzhou: "I can't eat so much ice next time."
Fu Xueyao didn't know whether she heard it or not. She nodded in a coping manner: "Yeah, yeah, yeah, I understand."
She took a sip of watermelon tea and closed her eyes for a few seconds in enjoyment.
Sure enough, it still has to taste like this.
Fu Xueyao's eyebrows were curved, and there was a faint smile at the corner of her mouth. Her joy radiated from inside and outside: "Don't worry, Lu Xingzhou, I know my body very well. My stomach is good, and my body is great. A small drink is just fine." you."
"Look, I drank two cups of ice-cold sour plum soup yesterday, and I'm fine."
Faced with the lofty words from his wife, Lu Xingzhou was noncommittal.
She pointed at Lu Xingzhou's glass of drink: "Hurry up and drink it, it's delicious."
As she spoke, Fu Xueyao took another sip and filled some peach-flavored pop balls with a spoon.
It’s just not convenient without a straw.
You have to use a spoon to scoop it up.
It was only when Lu Xingzhou was about to drink that he took a serious look at this new thing.
Watermelon pop?
The name is quite interesting.
The color is also very beautiful, the liquid is light rose red, bright in color, and looks quite attractive.
He asked: "Is this watermelon juice?"
Fu Xueyao smiled and nodded: "Sister-in-law Yang brought another watermelon to the door today, so I thought about it and made this."
Lu Xingzhou took a sip and fell in love instantly.
It tasted much better than the drinks he used to drink when he went out to eat with his brother.
After drinking the fruit tea, the faint flavor of the fruit tea still lingered in his mouth, and Lu Xingzhou felt that the air was sweet.
Fu Xueyao held her chin up, her eyes as clear as crystal: "Does it taste good?"
Although she asked a question, Fu Xueyao concluded that Lu Xingzhou must like him very much.
He liked all the sweet pastries she made, and there was no reason why he wouldn't like to drink fruit tea.
Lu Xingzhou: "It tastes good."
She pointed to the plate next to her: "And the peach pie, it tastes good too."
He smiled and ate one under Fu Xueyao's gaze.
"Well, it's really delicious."
Her eyes rolled around and she complained: "Your praise is too perfunctory."
Lu Xingzhou couldn't help but raise the corners of his mouth, and coughed twice. He said vividly: "The peach pie made by my wife is really delicious. I feel like I couldn't live without it in my dreams this morning."
"What should I do if I can't eat in the future? I might not think about food or tea."
"Hey, you have to cherish it. I don't know when my wife will do it next time."
Fu Xueyao burst out laughing first, and then a burst of laughter rang out in the living room.
The success of Lu Xingzhou's performance drove Fu Xueyaole crazy.
After she finished laughing, she started to slap him down: "Lu Xingzhou, are you going to do this and make my stomach hurt from laughing?"
Lu Xingzhou: "..." What should I do if my wife is a performer?
Of course I dote on you.
Lu Xingzhou responded softly: "It's all my fault."
"To express my sincere apology, I decided to make it up to my beloved wife."
This man's words are really getting more and more disgusting.
But surprisingly, she quite liked it.
Fu Xueyao: "Then how are you going to compensate me?"
If she couldn't find any suitable gift, she would break up with him for three minutes.
Lu Xingzhou looked at Fu Xueyao and his throat couldn't help but start to roll up and down.
He felt that Fu Xueyao was like a fragrant and soft glutinous rice ball.
It exudes an alluring fragrance all the time.
He started getting closer and closer.
