Sweet Wife Unattainable

Chapter 110: Rarely Warm (4 more)

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Unscrew the door.

In the softly lit master bedroom, Lan Fuchu was leaning against the head of the bed, holding a book in his hand, looking at her dimly like a noble emperor.

Su Yi's eyes widened instantly.

So he was awake? Then why didn't Sister Jing bring him food? She hadn't gotten off work yet.

Blinking his eyes, Su Yi walked over, first touched his forehead, then hummed and smiled to himself, "Well, the fever is gone, which proves it's good."

Lan Fuchu looked at her quietly without saying anything.

"What book are you reading?"

It was as if the words were spoken to the air, and as soon as they were spoken, there was no echo.

Lan Fuchu was like a temperatureless ice sculpture. He could not speak, and he did not even blink his eyelashes.

Su Yi felt a little embarrassed and asked again: "How about I bring dinner up to you?"

Lan Fuchu didn't say anything.

"Mr. Lan, are you hungry now? Is there anything you want to eat?" He ignored her, and Su Yi kept chattering, "Sister Jing has prepared dinner downstairs and it's in the steamer. Sister Jing just said that she prepared steamed cod fillet, green vegetables and tofu, and codonopsis and old pigeon soup for you in the evening. You just had surgery, so you can't eat anything too greasy. I'll bring it to you. It smells pretty good..."

Lan Fuchu still showed no sign of wanting to speak. He just looked at her in silence, not knowing what he was thinking.

Su Yi couldn't help but complain in his heart: Split personality! Absolutely split personality! Last night he was so pitiful and pulled her hand to act like a spoiled child, and even asked her to take off his underwear for him, but today he turned his face and didn't recognize her. Humph, he is so ruthless!

After hesitating for a moment, she decided to bring dinner over.

After entering the kitchen and removing the lid of the steamer, she discovered that the portion for dinner was huge. Lan Fuchu definitely couldn't finish it all by herself. It seemed that Sister Jing had prepared her portion in there as well... Hey, Sister Jing is really a kind and beautiful woman.

But another problem arises.

This is a meal for two, so she...

Do you want to have dinner with him

After thinking about it, she decided not to do it. He was so sick that he definitely didn't have the strength to eat by himself. Maybe she would have to feed him.

After a while, Su Yi brought Lan Fuchu's dinner into the master bedroom. Knowing that he had a strange temper, he did not ask for his opinion. He directly took a napkin and placed it on his legs, "Block it here so that the food can fall down."

Lan Fuchu glanced at her and finally stopped being so indifferent. "I never drop food when I eat."

Su Yi was embarrassed, then smiled and said, "If you eat it, it may never fall off, but if I feed you, I can't guarantee it."

"You want to feed me?" He repeated it again, as if he didn't quite believe it.

"Or do you have the strength to eat from the bowl yourself?"

Lan Fuchu didn't say anything.

Su Yi started, lifting the small mobile dining table onto the bed and said to him, "Watch your feet."

Lan Fuchu didn't move.

Su Yi groaned for a moment, then said, "Sorry, I forgot that you are a critically ill patient. You must not have the strength to move your feet. Let me help you."

She put the small dining table aside, then roughly lifted the quilt, grabbed his two well-maintained long legs with both hands, and moved to the side.

Lan Fuchu's legs were held by her and shook violently, but he remained calm.

Su Yi finally put his legs down, moved the small dining table up, and put a few light dishes on it, "Come, drink the soup first."

She brought over a bowl of soup, and blew on it with her mouth because she was afraid it was too hot.

In fact, this is extremely unhygienic, and it is easy to bring saliva in. Lan Fuchu has a serious obsession with mysophobia and has never tolerated this kind of behavior. But looking at the way she lowered her head to blow the soup, he couldn't bear to say those unpleasant words. After all, he had said enough unpleasant words to her.

Su Yi handed the delicious soup to his mouth and put a small spoon in it, "Come, open your mouth, I'll feed you."

Lan Fuchu raised his eyes and glanced at her.

She has always been like this. She never asks you whether you are willing or not, but just pours out her enthusiasm towards you, leaving you no right to refuse.

"It's a little hot." He spoke as soon as the spoon was brought to Lan Fuchu's mouth.

"No, I've already blown it."

"It's still very hot." Although he didn't drink it, his tone was firm.

Su Yi didn't believe it and thought it was hypocritical. He even put the spoonful of soup into his mouth to taste it. Instantly, he was so burned that he spat out his tongue. "Damn it, why is it still so hot? It's unscientific!"

Lan Fuchu looked like he wanted to laugh but when he saw her looking at him, he immediately frowned.

Su Yi frowned and said, "Strange, I clearly blew the whistle on this soup."

After saying that, he continued to blow it carefully.

"Because you are holding a warm bowl." Lan Fuchu was in a rare good mood to answer her questions, and he seemed to be in a good mood.

"Is this kept warm?" Su Yi glanced at the bowl in his hand.

Lan Fuchu nodded.

She leaned in again and couldn't help but complain, "You're a grown man, but you still need to use a warm bowl at home? Do you still think you're a baby?"

"..." Lan Fuchu's expression suddenly turned indifferent. "What's so strange about this? We use summer tableware in the summer and winter tableware in the winter. This is how our family has been doing for so many years."

"Okay, I can do whatever I want if I have money." He continued stirring the soup with a spoon, hoping that it would cool down quickly.

When she wanted to feed him again, Lan Fuchu pursed his lips and said, "You used this spoon just now."

"..." Su Yi came back to his senses, "Oh, right, I almost forgot, you have mysophobia, so let me go downstairs and change the summer, bowl and spoon for you, wait for me."

"Forget it, I'm hungry, so I'll just eat like this."

Just eat it like this

Does it mean don't use this spoon? Or should I just eat with this spoon

Su Yi couldn't figure out what he meant. After hesitating for a moment, he put the spoon back into the soup, scooped a sip, and brought it to his mouth.

He opened his mouth expressionlessly and drank the soup cleanly.

“…” Su Yi’s eyes suddenly widened.

I actually drank...

Isn't it said that he has severe mysophobia

How come she didn't see that

I looked at him with some doubts, feeling mixed emotions. It was too different from the rumors. It seemed that the information on the Internet was all rumors...

"Take another sip." Su Yi said.

Lan Fuchu lowered his head slightly and took another sip of the soup. He didn't know why, but he, who was so ill that he had no appetite, found the soup particularly sweet. He drank sip after sip as if he was really hungry.

Su Yi also felt that he was hungry, so he put down the pigeon soup that he had almost finished and took a bowl of rice instead. Just as he was about to feed him, he felt that his posture was not right. He looked at himself and realized that the distance was too far and it was a bit difficult to feed him.

So she moved closer and sat directly on the edge of his bed.

Seeing that Lan Fuchu didn't show any opposition or reproach, Su Yi felt that she hadn't touched his bottom line. She picked up a pair of chopsticks and picked up some cod meat for him. She then placed the palm of one hand under the chopsticks, as if she was afraid that the fish meat would fall, and carefully brought the chopsticks of fish meat to his mouth, "Come, try this fish meat."

Lan Fuchu opened his mouth calmly and slowly swallowed the piece of fish.

Su Yi felt like she was taking care of a baby, and couldn't help but smile, "Is it delicious?"

"It's okay." He said in a cool manner.

Su Yi heard this and said in his heart: Tsk, if you think it tastes good, just say it tastes good. Why do you have to say "ok?"

He is really a bit of a sultry person at heart.

"This fish has no bones, it's really good."

"Hmm." He raised his eyelids and looked at the dishes. He seemed to have an appetite and said casually, "Pick up some vegetables."

Su Yi did as he was told, and at the end, he asked with a smile, "What do you think of Sister Jing's cooking?"

"good."

"What do you mean it's OK? It's delicious. But let me tell you, our Juesen's dishes are even better. He can cook many kinds of dishes, did you know that? He can cook more than 5,000 dishes."

"..." Lan Fuchu thought for a moment and said in disbelief: "How did you, a person who can't cook, teach a robot to cook?"

"Do I need to teach you? Input the cooking program, and then tell him what dish to cook, and he will make the dish you want according to the program. As long as the cooking program is accurate, the dish he makes will definitely not be worse than the one in the restaurant. If you don't believe me, when Juesen arrives in China, I'll bring him over for you to play with. It's very interesting."

"You want him to play with me?"

"Sure!" Su Yi agreed readily.

Yes, how could he forget it? Being straightforward has always been one of Su Yi's characteristics.

She is equally generous to everyone, and she is not the only exception.

She thought with some self-mockery, and suddenly, her cheeks felt hot, and her fingers fell on the corners of her lips, warm and soft.

Lan Fuchu was stunned for a moment and looked up.

Su Yi looked at him and smiled, her expression extremely natural, "There are rice grains on the corners of your lips."

"..." His eyelashes trembled slightly when he saw the smile in her eyes. He quickly turned his eyes away, his heart beating unsteadily.

Su Yi's seductive realm, hahahaha...

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