My Sister is Very Obsessive

Because there is surveillance in the box, of course I can't kiss and hug my sister here. After all, my sister is my most precious baby, so I can't broadcast it live here for others to watch.

So, I promised her to go to a place where no one was after eating, and we would kiss and hug again.

The dishes came quickly. After my sister and I were seated opposite each other, the waiter and sister began to place the steaks.

"Pour juice?"

The waitress held a small glass of black black pepper juice and asked in a gentle voice.

My sister and I both nodded, and then the waitress poured black pepper sauce on the piping hot steak.

The two glasses of red wine are served in goblets, and the amount is very small, but I have no illusions about the red wine here. It is estimated that a bottle of dry red costs more than one hundred yuan at most.

The fruit salad looks good, at least there are quite a few kinds of fruit.

As for the pasta...I'll just use it as a hot dry pasta in the cafeteria.

After serving the dishes, the waitress picked up the salad dressing and prepared to pour it into the fruit salad for us. I hurriedly reached out and stopped it.

"No need, wait for us to do it ourselves!"

I didn't make up my mind to eat the fruit salad as a salad. I was going to eat it as a fruit platter. After I finished the steak, I just had some fruit to clear my mouth.

"Forehead…"

Although the waitress was a little puzzled, the foreman often said that the customer is God, and they can do whatever the customer asks.

So, she put the salad dressing back, looked at me and my sister, smiled slightly,

"Second, the dishes are ready, please take your time."

After speaking, she pushed the dining cart and left the box.

Looking at the steak that was still bubbling with oil and steaming in front of her, my sister rubbed her hands and took a knife and fork.

"Wow! Brother, it's so rich!"

"Then eat it!"

I smiled lightly and picked up the knife and fork.

My sister looked at me, smiled and raised her hands holding the knife and fork, reminding me silently,

"Brother, you are wrong again, the knife is in the right hand, and the fork is in the left."

"Oh, really?"

With a slight smile, I followed my sister's reminder and exchanged the knife and fork in my hand.

"Why do you have to get it wrong every time?"

My sister bit her fork and looked at me with a confused look.

"I'm probably used to it," I smiled lightly, "I really can't use a fork in my left hand."

Saying that, I used the fork in my hand to fork the steak, and finally I couldn't help laughing at myself, and changed the knife and fork back to the way I was familiar with.

It's just eating, you don't need to worry too much, just like using chopsticks, people usually use their right hand to hold chopsticks, but it does not rule out that some left-handed people are used to holding chopsticks with their left hand.

My sister shrugged gently, and focused on the steak in front of her again.

"Many people say that the steak here is fresh every day, and the craftsmanship of the grilled steak is also very good, I will try it first!"

Saying that, she raised her knife and fork and started.

I couldn't help but put down the cutlery in my hand and looked at the sister opposite me tenderly.

There was a happy smile on her pretty face, the shiny stainless steel fork pressed against the corner of the steak, and the knife in her right hand gently chopped the steak.

The elder sister forked a small piece of steak, pouted her cute little mouth, and hurriedly blew it twice, then opened her little mouth to prepare to send it in.

However, when she saw me with a smile on her face, after struggling for a second, she resolutely closed her small mouth, and happily put the fork with the steak in front of my mouth.

I smiled and shook my head, reached out and pushed my sister's little hand holding the fork,

"You eat, how about I taste this red wine!"

Saying that, I took the wine glass and shook it pretendingly.

My sister didn't take back her fork, but pouted and looked at me coquettishly,

"No, you eat first!"

I couldn't resist her, so I opened my mouth and bit the beef from my sister's fork into my mouth.

"Is it tasty?"

My sister fluttered her big eyes, looked at me blinking, and asked expectantly.

I chewed it lightly, the meat was tender and the taste was even, and it felt pretty good.

So, he nodded slightly,

"is acceptable!"

"Ha ha!"

My sister was as happy as she heard me complimenting her.

"Cheers, let's cheer!"

The happy sister hurriedly picked up the wine glass next to it, looked at the poor red wine in it, and shook it gently,

"Very few!"

I gave my sister a speechless look,

"You don't know how to drink, why do you want so much!"

"Who said I wouldn't!" My sister straightened up and looked at me dissatisfiedly, "It's not that you won't let me drink."

OK, OK, co-authoring is all my fault.

"Come on, come on!" I picked up the goblet in my hand, "Cheers!"

"Do not!"

My sister took the cup back to her chest, then stood up, ran to my side happily, and sat down next to me,

"Let's have a drink, shall we?"

I looked at my sister with a bit of laughter, this guy is really thinking more and more about it.

However, I am very willing to meet my sister's expectations, but in the process of meeting my sister's expectations, I don't mind teasing her and being happy.

I looked at her blankly,

"What do you call a glass of wine!"

"Oh, brother, you really are!"

My sister stretched out her hand a little angrily, and twisted it lightly around my waist,

"It's just that we drink together with our arms. We used to play in the house when we were young. You forgot!"

"Oh!" I looked at my sister with a stunned look on my face, "It's you who hugged a furry bear, and then dragged me to make me a father and you to be a mother, right?"

Sister's pretty face was flushed and her expression was a little shy, but she nodded slightly,

"At that time, we not only drank a glass of wine, but also worshipped and entered the bridal chamber."

After listening to my sister's story, I burst out laughing.

I remember when I was six or seven years old, when my sister saw someone on TV to be married, she just wore my mother's red dress and a red towel, and insisted on pulling me to worship the heavens and the earth.

At that time, when I was young, I prayed to my sister. After praying, I ran to the same bed and slept for an afternoon.

Of course, he didn't do anything, just cuddled and slept all afternoon.

When my mother came back in the evening, my sister ran over and proudly declared that she and her brother had gotten married and entered the bridal chamber.

Then... she was slapped on the **** a few times by her mother's ear.

I remember that she was angry with her mother that night and didn't eat dinner, and then I secretly brought her two apples from the refrigerator.

Now listening to my sister's re-examination of old things, I feel a sense of nostalgia in my heart, thinking of those naughty things she did when she was a child, and I am dumbfounded.

Raising his hand, he lightly tapped her smooth forehead, and laughed softly,

"I counted you as the most naughty when you were a child. You were always crying and crying when your mother cleaned up."

When I heard that when I was a child, my sister also thought of her embarrassing things, and suddenly laughed embarrassedly,

"Oh, brother, let's not talk about that, let's have a drink at the bar!"

I couldn't stand my sister's coquettish behavior, so I smiled and nodded in agreement.

My sister happily held the wine glass, then stretched out her lotus arm, entangled with my arm.

We looked at each other, and I noticed that the joy in my sister's eyes seemed to overflow from her eyes.

"Brother!" The elder sister's voice was soft, "Next time we are in the bridal chamber, I will definitely not just hug you and sleep all afternoon."

The corners of my mouth were raised high, revealing white teeth, I looked at her tenderly, and my voice was soft.

"Me too!"