Victor held the Coke, looked up at her, his eyes fell on Izabe’s reddened earlobes, his heart fluttered, and his grip on Izabe’s hand subconsciously tightened a few points.


    Marcus came back from the adult side and saw the situation: “What’s wrong, did you burn yourself?”


    Izabe’s heart was weak, and she subconsciously tried to pull her hand back, only to have Victor sp it tighter.


    Victor looked up at Marcus as if he hadn’t noticed Izabe’s movement and made a rare joke: “No, Marcus’s roasted eggnt smells so good.”


    Izabe was already embarrassed, and when Victor said so, she was even more embarrassed.


    Marcus nced at Izabe: “Is it serious? I’ll get the scalding medicine.”


    Izabe hastened to stop it: “It’s just a little burn, it’s not serious Marcus.”


    At this point, Victor let go, revealing that the area on Izabe’s index finger that had been burned was red, but thankfully, not blistered.


    “It’s not serious, it’s just red.”


    Izabe’s hand got free and hastily withdrew it and touched it down.


    In fact, not very painful, just her thin skin, gently burned red, the skin is still white, so look a little serious.


    “It’s not very painful.”


    Marcus rubbed her head: “Don’t rush, what you want to eat brother baked for you.”


    Victor opened the coke he had just given Izabe to cover his hands, looked at her with peachy eyes and tilted his head and took a big sip.


    This time the boy just grew up, the lines of the face is not yet harsh, but just tilted up the head, the throat knot clear and clear.


    Izabe’s face grew hotter and hotter as he looked at her.


    The ce where she was burned on her hand no longer feels anything, but the back of her hand that was held by Victor seems to still have the temperature of Victor’s palm until now.


    She subconsciously curled up her five fingers, head down and pursed her lips, her vision suddenly appeared a bottle of Wang Laoji, “Drink this.”


    It was handed over by Victor.


    Izabe hastily reached out to take it, “Thank you Victor.”


    Victor looked at her askance, “Drinking now?”


    Izabe didn’t react for a moment, stunned, “Huh?”


    She had just asked a question when Victor had already lifted the cap off the bottle for her, and reached over and stuck a straw in it for her.


    “Thanks Victor.”


    Victor listened to her say thank you a second time and couldn’t help but raise an eyebrow, “Why do you like saying thank you so much?”


    Izabe took a swig of Wanoji, not knowing how to answer Victor’s question, so she had to keep her head down and watch Marcus roasting the eggnt on the side.


    When she didn’t say anything, Victor hummed and took a pair of chopsticks from the side and handed them to her, “Eat.”


    Izabe took the chopsticks and was just about to say thank you again when she looked up and met Victor’s eyes, she was embarrassed and had to swallow her words, “Oh.”


    The roasted eggnt has been sitting for a while and is not so hot anymore.


    The eggnt Marcus grilled was so fragrant that it wasparable to the ones from the barbecue stalls outside.


    Izabe loves eggnt, and once on her birthday, her grandmother took her to a barbecue stand and ordered her a grilled eggnt, which was the best grilled eggnt she could ever remember eating.


    Not long after that, Grandma left her alone.


    Later Izabe went back to the barbecue stand and ordered a grilled eggnt, but it didn’t taste like that at all.


    After four or five years, Izabe’s eyes got a little hot when she suddenly remembered this thing.


    She hadn’t thought of her grandmother for a long time, and now that she did, her originally pleasant mood was somewhat inexplicably low.


    To one side, Victor leaned back in his recliner for a while, Marcus was grilling chicken wings and eggnt on the side, and Izabe was eating the eggnt with her head down.


    Izabe always swallows slowly and seriously when she eats.


    This time she ate seriously, people lowered their heads in eating that roasted eggnt, did not look up for a long time.


    Victor looked at her and felt something was wrong, raised an eyebrow and called out to her, “Izabe?”


    Hearing Victor beside her call herself, Izabe stiffened and blinked her eyes in a hurry to force back her tears.


    It took two seconds before she looked up at him, “What is it, Victor?”


    Victor gave her a look, his eyes fell to the roasted eggnt sitting on herp, eating for several minutes, howe it seemed like it hadn’t been touched?


    When Izabe saw that he didn’t say anything, she followed his line of sight and looked down at the tray she was holding, hesitated, and handed the roasted eggnt to Victor: “Do you want to eat too, Victor?”


    Victor does not like eggnt, let alone roasted eggnt, he frowned in disgust and opened his mouth to say no, his eyes fell inside her eyes, after a pause, he suddenly changed his mouth: “Do not you like to eat?”


    Izabe was embarrassed: “Marcus is baking.”


    On the side Marcus heard her call herself and turned his head over and smiled: “Almost done.”


    He said, ncing at Victor: “I thought you didn’t like eggnt?”


    “It smells pretty good.”


    Victor was a bit vain and touched his nose.


    Marcus didn’t think much of it: “The roasted eggnt is really good, you can try it.”


    He said, putting the roasted eggnt in his hand towards Izabe: “Here, Izabe, it’s ready.”


    “Thanks Marcus.”


    With the new roasted eggnt, Izabe naturally couldn’t give Victor the one she had eaten, she directly handed him the new one: “Victor, you eat this.”


    Victor didn’t pick it up: “I’ll just taste it.”


    He said, took the chopsticks and put a little into his mouth.


    With the high summer temperatures, the eggnt was still warm even though it had been baked for more than 10 minutes.


    Izabe saw him put some in his mouth and looked at Victor with some expectation, “Is it good, Victor?”


    After she asked, she added seriously, “It’s delicious.”


    Well, it’s okay, it’s edible.


    Of course, that’s not what Victor said, “It’s pretty tasty.”


    Izabe was a little happy to hear him say that, “Marcus is so good at his craft.”


    Victor raised an eyebrow and pulled the eggnt he had just put on the grill directly from Marcus’ hand to his heel: “I’ll try it.”


    Marcus thought Victor had suddenly fallen in love with grilled eggnt and smiled, “Eggnt absorbs oil, you put more oil in it or it will burn.”


    “Hmm.”


    Victor responded, but didn’t really take Marcus’ words to heart.


    Izabe’s difficult mood was instantly improved by Victor’s interruption, and she ate her favorite roasted eggnt while looking at Victor: “Victor, you can roast eggnt too?”


    She would not, either burnt or baked, or dry and not at all tasty.


    “It’s not hard.”


    Victor squared up his body, intending to seriously roast the eggnt in front of this heel.


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    She pulled it over and asked Victor, “Victor are you eating?”


    “I’m baking, it’s not convenient, you eat.”


    Izabe looked at him, blinked, reced a new pair of chopsticks, took the eggnt meat and passed it to his lips, “This new one, still hot, tastes better.”


    Victor gave a rare start, looked askance at Izabe, opened his mouth and bit down on the chopsticks, taking the eggnt inside his mouth.