75: C75 You're Begging Me?

C75 You're Begging Me?

It's past dinner time. When the dishes came out, it was already very late.0

Eating porridge for supper was good for the stomach, but considering that Fu Sihan might not be full, other than making mushroom and vegetable porridge, she also made sour soup, fat cows, and steamed fish.

When all the food came out of the pot, it was not even 9 o'clock yet.

Wanwan knocked on Fu Sihan's door, and soon someone opened the door.

Fu Sihan had just taken a shower. He was wearing a black silk robe and his belt was not tied.

He looked down at her from above. His face was a little pale.

Wanwan noticed that his back was slightly bent. "Does your stomach hurt?"

"What is it?" Fu Sihan placed his hand on the door.

"I made dinner for you. Would you like to eat downstairs?"

"I'm not eating. " Fu Sihan was not in a good mood.

Seeing that he was about to close the door, Wanwan pressed her hands against it. "Third Young Master, it's not good for your health if you don't eat. Don't hurt yourself just because you are angry, right?"

"Yan Wanwan, are you begging me?" Fu Sihan looked at her coldly. It seemed that if she did not come to beg him, he would not eat.

"I'm here to beg you!"

Wanwan thought that if she raised Fu Sihan's health a little better, it could be considered as repaying his kindness.

"Third Young Master, do you want some food?"

Only then did Fu Sihan nod his noble head.

The smell of food filled the air.

The sour and spicy sour beef soup, the rich fragrance of fish, and the faint fragrance of vegetables. . .

There were only two dishes on the dining table, a bowl of porridge. This could barely be counted as three dishes. To Fu Sihan, this could be considered simple and crude, but it could arouse his appetite.

The best grapefish chosen for the steamed fish was nutritious, the meat was tender, the cucumber was satisfied, the rubber under the skin was rich, and the soup had the seasoning of cutting shredded slices of onion and ginger. In the sweet and sour taste, There was also a stimulating feeling that perfectly suppressed the fishy smell of the fish.

Fu Sihan had been angered by Yan Wanwan, this stupid woman, many times today. This mouthful of fresh and delicious fish meat appropriately decomposed the depression in his heart.

Another fat cow with sour soup. It was very appetizing and instantly made his appetite soar.

"Is it delicious?" Wanwan sat beside Fu Sihan and looked at him eagerly. "This steamed fish soup is my latest one. "

She seemed to care a lot about other people's evaluation of her cooking. Fu Sihan did not say anything. His eyes paused on her chopsticks that did not move at all and said, "Eat. "

"Oh. "

He did not receive any feedback from his own cooking. Wanwan curled her lips. She picked up the spoon and drank a mouthful of porridge.

The porridge was one of Yan Wanwan's best cooking skills. The rice grains were cooked until they bloomed, the vegetables were cooked until they were soft and soft. The fragrance of the green leaves and the rice grains perfectly merged together.

The congee was hot. When the spoon was placed on top of it, it was instantly covered by a layer of steam, as if it was covered by a layer of beautiful gauze.

Fu Sihan raised his eyes. She was eating seriously. She was cooking seriously, and she was eating seriously as well. He had an illusion that she was very quiet and gentle.

Yes, it was an illusion.

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