I Made the Overbearing CEO A Become an O [Female A, Male O] (ChatGPT Translated)

Chapter 22

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Wen Qingmo looked at the barbecue stuck to his lips and was rarely stunned.

As long as he opened his mouth at such a close distance, he could take a bite.

Bite the food fed to him by Lu Xi.

Facing Lu Xi's expectant gaze, Wen Qingmo inexplicably felt his ears heating up and felt uncomfortable all over. At this moment, the question he was pondering had changed from whether to eat or not to whether to eat with Lu Xi's hand or take it himself.

In the end, Wen Qingmo sighed heavily, took the barbecue from Lu Xi's hand, and glanced awkwardly to the side, saying, "Alright, I'll give it a try."

Lu Xi didn't come and didn't expect to be able to feed Wen Qingmo. Wen Qingmo was already happy enough to accept her suggestion. She nodded, pulled out a chair, and sat down.

Then she saw Wen Qingmo put the barbecue back into the bag, went to the kitchen to get a plate, and put the barbecue on the plate.

Lu Xi: ?

Wen Qingmo held the iron skewer of barbecue with one hand and held the chopsticks with the other hand, using the chopsticks to pull the meat down from top to bottom.

Lu Xi couldn't help but hold back her laughter and said, "Brother, you're supposed to eat the skewers with your mouth. How can you use chopsticks?"

Lu Xi said, wanting to show Wen Qingmo the correct way to eat skewers. She took out a skewer of grilled mushrooms from the packaging bag and ate them one by one in a bold manner.

So delicious.

"If you eat like this at a barbecue stall, people will look down on you." Lu Xi quickly finished the mushrooms, licked the sauce at the corner of her mouth, and said.

"I'm not going to a barbecue stall."

Wen Qingmo remained unmoved, with a serious expression, and continued to use chopsticks to pull the meat off the skewer. However, the meat was tightly skewered, and Wen Qingmo had to exert force to pull it off.

Lu Xi blinked.

Suddenly, she felt that Wen Qingmo's serious expression while struggling with a skewer of barbecue was a bit cute.

Finally, Wen Qingmo managed to get all the meat onto the plate and picked up a piece to eat.

Just as he took a few bites, Wen Qingmo suddenly frowned and made a soft "hmm" sound. He put down his chopsticks, covered his mouth with his hand, quickly put it down, and took a big sip of water from the nearby glass. At the same time, his originally fair cheeks turned visibly red.

"Very spicy?"

Wen Qingmo put down the water cup and licked his red lips, nodding, "I can't handle spicy."

"Being unable to handle spicy is about being afraid of getting burned, not about being afraid of spiciness."

He said while picking up the chopsticks and putting a piece of meat into his mouth.

"It's alright," Wen Qingmo commented reservedly.

"Help me, this expression," she unintentionally offended, but her thoughts were uncontrollable.

Lu Xi hurriedly took a big sip of porridge and then couldn't help but laugh, "Alright, stop eating this, have this sweet toast, it's delicious."

"Why would I deceive you? It really is sweet. Let's each have one," Lu Xi pointed to the bag, "The potato chips are not spicy, you can try them."