110: What Do You Like to Eat?

What Do You Like to Eat?

Knowing that he could not see, Qiao Jiusheng reached out to snatch a piece of the dish in front of him.1

She took a bite and narrowed her eyes in enjoyment.

She then realized then she could not be too domineering. Therefore, she picked up a piece of her black tuna sushi and handed it to Fang Yusheng. "For you."

Fang Yusheng was stunned for a moment. He then opened his mouth to eat it.

Well, she fed me. Delicious!

His thoughts took an instant U-turn. He now felt that the money was worth it!

Fang Yusheng seemed to have thought of something and asked, "Why do you like Japanese food?"

Qiao Jiusheng said, "When people like something, it's not just because the thing has many good points. It's also possible that the thing has a specific meaning for that person."

Fang Yusheng asked again, "What does this food mean to you?"

After a moment of silence, Qiao Jiusheng replied, "When I was young, my mother would make food for us whenever she was free." Qiao Jiusheng did not love the food, but rather her mother. Her mother had passed away many years ago, Qiao Jiusheng had never been able to have that nostalgic taste again.

The things one misses are long gone. And we always look for similar traces in countless other things to comfort our hearts.

Fang Yusheng crossed his arms and placed them on his crossed thighs.

He tilted his head and sniffed the fresh fish. Suddenly, he said, "Then I have something I like to eat too."

"What?"

Fang Yusheng said, "It has an earthy brown color, is stacked layer by layer, and has a soft texture. However, it's very delicious."

Qiao Jiusheng was surprised. She exclaimed, "You like to eat shit?"

Fang Yusheng: "…"

Like to eat shit? God damn you!

"Roasted lamb rolls." Fang Yusheng almost flew into a rage.

Qiao Jiusheng quickly apologized. "Sorry, sorry! It was a slip of the tongue."

Fang Yusheng took a deep breath and explained, "It's a snack sold on the streets of Thailand. It's cheap and delicious."

"You've been to Thailand before?"

"Yeah."

"Where in Thailand?"

"Meng Hai."

Qiao Jiusheng frowned. Why is it Meng Hai?

She nodded and stopped talking.

Fang Yusheng was a little disappointed. He had reminded her so clearly, yet she still didn't react. If he did not believe that she had been to Meng Hai and called herself "Third Girl," he would think that he had mistaken her for someone else.

As they were unfamiliar with the place, on the way back to the hotel, Qiao Jiusheng kept holding Fang Yusheng's hand.

Fang Yusheng let her pull him. He felt as sweet as honey in his heart.

When they arrived at the hotel, Fang Yusheng took off his suit jacket and asked Qiao Jiusheng to help him find a bathrobe. Qiao Jiusheng found the bathrobe and handed it to him. However, she realized that the clothes on his back were drenched in sweat. Puzzled, she asked, "Are you very hot?"

"No."

"Why is your back covered in sweat?"

"It was a little hot in the dining room earlier." Fang Yusheng's attitude was perfunctory. Qiao Jiusheng naturally did not believe it. Although the heater was turned on in the dining room, the temperature was not too high.

The moment Fang Yusheng entered the bathroom, he weakly collapsed in the bathtub.

Then, he massaged his temples.

Hell, it hurts.

Qiao Jiusheng suddenly pushed open the bathroom door. Seeing her enter, Fang Yusheng could not help but become nervous. "What's the matter?"

Qiao Jiusheng asked, "You look tired. Are you feeling unwell?" She carefully looked at Fang Yusheng's face. He was indeed a little tired and pale.

Fang Yusheng wanted to get close to her, but he was afraid of getting into trouble. After weighing the pros and cons for a few seconds, he calmly said, "A little. Can I trouble you to wash my hair?"

"Okay."

Qiao Jiusheng used a towel to cover Fang Yusheng's body, then turned on the shower. She adjusted the temperature of the water to a suitable degree. After that, she gently washed Fang Yusheng's hair.

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