"I won't eat anymore. I'm very hungry today. I'm sweet. If you're not hungry, I'll give me this bowl of rice."

Xu Tiantian lowered her eyes in a depressed manner, picked up her bowl and ate quietly, hesitating in her heart how to tell Tan Mingyuan that she no longer had the persistence and love she used to for him, and now she just treats him as a friend.

Tan Mingyuan refused to mention the love letter. On the surface, it seemed that he had already thrown the love letter out of the nine o'clock, but his behavior clearly told Xu Tiantian that he was planning to pursue her again, and that what he did now was not as an ordinary friend.

Even his eyes looked at her did not hide his affection.

Ruoer ate a lot that night, finished a chicken leg, a bowl of rice, and finally drank another bowl of seaweed soup.

Finally, she touched her round belly and said:

"Uncle Tan, I'm very full. Can you come to my house to have dinner with me every day in the future?"

Xu Tiantian choked her throat and coughed violently. Tan Mingyuan frowned slightly, and while patting her back with concern, she said sadly:

"Ruoer, your mother doesn't welcome me. Look, when she heard you asked me to come to eat with you every day, she was so scared that she choked. Why don't you do this? In order not to make your mother poor, I will pay my living expenses in advance, okay?"

Although Tan Mingyuan said something to Ruoer, his deep eyes were tightly locked in Xu Tiantian's gaze. He didn't say it casually.

He took back his hand that was slapping her back, took out the wallet from his pocket, opened the wallet calmly and gracefully, took out a few hundred-dollar bills from it and handed them to Ruoer, and said seriously:

"Ruoer counts, see how long it takes for Uncle Tan to spend on living expenses?"

"Mingyuan..."

Xu Tiantian's face was blushing with coughing. Seeing that Tan Mingyuan really took out the money, she was a little amused, but Tan Mingyuan and Ruoer didn't take her seriously at all. They sang and combined, and when they heard Ruoer counting the money, she put it away very seriously:

"Uncle Tan, there are a total of fifteen**s here. One** is enough for a month's living expenses. You can eat it for fifteen months. That's fifteen months. You'll let you eat it for fifteen years!"

Ruoer frowned blankly. She gritted her teeth and made a headache. She made a last decision to let Uncle Tan come to her house for a meal that had been for fifteen years.
Chapter completed!