As a result, Mr. Fu tasted the most delicious food he had ever tasted in his life, which was even more addictive than the exquisite dishes made by chefs in Michelin restaurants.
Lamb rolls, fish balls, shrimp balls, tripe, every ingredient is cooked in the same pot and he can taste a new flavor.
He likes this kind of down-to-earth life very much.
The shrimps were strung on bamboo sticks. There was only one stick left. Wen Chi watched eagerly. The pot was bubbling. Wen Qiao and Wen Chi reached for the bamboo sticks at the same time. Wen Qiao glanced at him and said, "Nan Li likes it."
Brother Chi felt aggrieved. His boyfriend was his real boyfriend, but he didn’t know whether his younger brother was his real boyfriend.
Fu Nanli just felt that Wen Qiao was extremely childish. Would he really fight with a sixteen-year-old boy for a bite of food
Well, he is.
Wen Qiao peeled the shrimps and put them in his bowl. He did not refuse. Facing his brother-in-law's eager eyes, he picked up the shrimp tails, dipped them in the rich sauce, and then put them in his mouth.
The delicious taste danced on the tip of his tongue, satisfying Fu Shao's taste buds to a great extent.
The picky Mr. Fu had a hotpot meal with a strong flavor of fireworks.
Wen Qiao was a little surprised. She had gone to Xiaotangshan with him for dinner before. She heard that the chefs who cooked for Fu Nanli in Xiaotangshan were all Michelin chefs, but he always put down his knife and fork after taking two bites. She didn't expect that he would like these down-to-earth foods.
The happiest person was Ji Mingyuan. His cooking skills were recognized by Mr. Fu, which showed that his cooking was indeed delicious. He said happily: "I will make barbecue at home in a few days, and Mr. Fu can come over to eat."
Fu Nanli wiped the corners of his mouth with a tissue. Wen Qiao handed him a cup of Coke. Fu Nanli took a sip. Tonight's dinner was elevated. It turned out that hot pot with Coke was so delicious.
"Okay, I'll come. You're a great cook."
Master Fu stamped his approval, and Ji Mingyuan's mouth corners kept rising without stopping.
After dinner, Wen Qiao sent Fu Nanli to the car. When he came back, he was called to his uncle Su Ce's room.
The book on the desk was open, clean and tidy, with no trace of notes at all, because Su Ce had a photographic memory and only needed to read it once.
"Aqiao, do you tell your boyfriend everything?"
Wen Qiao was a little nervous: "Did I say something wrong? Uncle, do you think this matter cannot be leaked?"
She only told Fu Nanli and didn't tell anyone else, so is that not okay
Su Ce said quickly: "Nothing can't be disclosed, but you and Fu Nanli are so close that you can talk about anything, right?"
Wen Qiao was a little confused. Talking about her feelings with her uncle seemed to make her a little uncomfortable: "He and I have a very deep relationship."
Su Ce hesitated to speak, "Is it the kind of feeling that you want to get married?"
Wen Qiao smiled and touched his neck: "I plan to marry him after graduation."
Su Ce's forehead was slightly bulging with blue veins: "Really?"
Wen Qiao: "Well, what's wrong? Uncle, don't you like him?"
Su Ce forced a smile: "How could that be? How could my uncle not like the person our A Qiao likes?"
"He was very nice to me and I liked him very much."
Su Ce tightened his grip on the edge of the desk and said in a deep voice, "Well, I see. Okay, try to tell him less about my affairs in the future. I, your uncle, am a person who values privacy."
Wen Qiao felt a little guilty: "I'm sorry, uncle, I won't do it again."
Su Ce rubbed her head: "It's okay, go back to your room."
(End of this chapter)