20: C20 The Young Master Vomited He Vomited

C20 The Young Master Vomited He Vomited

If she said she wouldn't be able to keep up with it.

No parents wanted their child to play with a child who could bring danger to their child at any time.

Of course, this was only the thought in the depths of her heart at the moment. She did not intend to tell Xiaosui for the time being.

She was afraid that she would have emotions and thus aggravate her condition.

It seemed that she had to go to the hotel tomorrow to find Little Bun's father and have a good talk about the matter between the two children.

At the dining table, Old Madam Fu saw that her grandson did not have an appetite like the previous two days. She put down the chopsticks in her hands and reached out to pat his back.

"What's wrong? Yanyan? He doesn't like it? "

When Fu Yunjian saw this, he put down the bowl and chopsticks in his hands and looked at his son. When his gaze touched the bowl of rice that was almost untouched, he couldn't help but frown.

When Special Assistant Zhang, who was standing at the side, saw this, his face was also filled with worry.

Fu Jingyan had anorexia, which was not a secret in Fu house.

Therefore, when they saw Little Bun begin to lose his appetite again after two days, their hearts were lifted.

Fu Jingyan saw that everyone at the dining table was staring at him, so he had to pick up the chopsticks that he had put down earlier.

Little Bun tried to pick up a plate of stir-fried prawns in front of him and slowly put it into his mouth. He had just chewed a mouthful when he spat it out with a pale face.

When Old Madam Fu saw it, her heart ached. She took the cup and passed it to him, "Good child, rinse your mouth."

Fu Yunjian watched from the side and immediately instructed Special Assistant Zhang, "Accompany me to the kitchen."

The chefs and maids who were constantly paying attention to the movements in the front hall knew that Fu Yunjian was going to personally come to the kitchen. Each and every one of them sucked in a breath of cold air.

A few female servants who had been in charge of the kitchen in Fu house were whispering to each other.

"Why does Little Master still dislike food?"

"I thought our life would be better with such a chef here..."

"If Little Master's anorexia is not good, we will not have any good days." An older maid sighed.

The butler of Fu house walked in front of Fu Yunjian and Special Assistant Zhang. When they reached the kitchen door, the old butler made way for them.

Fu Yunjian lifted his foot and walked into the kitchen. When he saw the servants standing respectfully in the room, he frowned slightly.

Chef Soong, who was in the lead, became even more nervous.

"Chef Soong, did you make all the dishes for dinner?" Fu Yunjian asked in a deep voice.

"It was me. Liang helped me." Chef Soong said and nervously swallowed his saliva. "I just heard about Little Master vomiting in the front hall."

Fu Yunjian looked around in the kitchen and did not find anything unusual. "Since you know, can you please explain why Little Master suddenly could not eat your food?"

"This..." Chef Soong nervously broke out in a thin layer of cold sweat in front of his forehead.

"Chef Soong, you have been in Fu house for some time now. Why is your cooking worse than in Pearl Hotel?"

These days, Fu Yunjian had tasted the dishes cooked by Chef Zhang himself. Although the taste was not bad, it was still not as good as the one brought back from the hotel.

Little Bun's appetite had only recovered for two days before it returned to its original state.

Fu Yunjian recalled the aunty that Fu Jingyan had mentioned earlier. Could it be that the person who cooked the food that day was not really from the kitchen?1

"Director Fu, you can't blame my master for this. My master twisted his hand the day before yesterday. When he cooked, his palm couldn't help shaking. It might have affected his cooking." Chef Soong's disciple, Liang, defended his master.

When Fu Yunjian heard this, his eyes swept towards Liang, and then fell on Chef Soong.

After thinking for a moment, he asked, "Did you make Director Yee's banquet that day?"

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