Chapter 1969

Lingjiao didn't wake up until noon, and found Fu Shiqin, who was wandering in front of her eyelids every day, was gone.

His sleeping bag has been packed, but the suitcase is still in the room.

She looked at the time and stretched out to get up and wash.

When I walked into the bathroom, I saw a note on the mirror: call me when I wake up.

Ling Jiao took off the note and put it aside, washed his face and brushed his teeth for skin care, changed his clothes, and finally called Fu Shiqin.

"What's the matter? I have to call."

"You wake up?" Fu Shiqin asked in surprise.

"How can I make a phone call if I don't wake up?" Lingjiao spits up the bad.

Fu Shiqin smiled at the other end of the phone. "Don't go out, I'll be right back."

Ling Jiao answered, hung up the phone, poured out a glass of water, and then picked up the script to ponder over several scenes to be shot in the evening.

After more than half an hour, the doorbell rang.

She thought it was Fu Shiqin. She got up and opened the door. It was him.

However, not only did the people come back, but also pushed the dining car which was delivered by the hotel.

"What are you doing?"

"Love lunch." Fu Shiqin said, pushing the restaurant into the room.

Ling Jiao took out the table which had been piled up. "Just go out and eat. Do you have to bring it back?"

Fu Shiqin opened the lid of the restaurant, put down a bowl of wonton in front of her, and put another bowl on the table.

Ling Jiao looked at two bowls of wonton. "Eat wonton at noon?"

Isn't this for breakfast in the morning?

"Yes, I did. I cooked it myself." Fu Shiqin said with a smile.

Lingjiao looked at him with surprise, and was flattered.

He asked a vice president of Fu's group to cook wonton for her, which was so expensive that she didn't know how to eat it.

"Eat quickly. It's not delicious when it's soaked." Fu Shiqin urged.

Ling Jiao picked up the spoon under his repeated urging, scooped out a spoon of soup and blew it before he put it into his mouth.

Wonton soup has a very fresh taste, and a light smell of garlic oil. It's a little familiar.

After drinking the soup, she scooped up another wonton and blew it for a while before eating it.

The entrance chewed twice, the whole person was stunned and looked at Fu Shiqin, who was sitting opposite him with a smile on his face.

"This wonton Where did it come from? "

This taste is very similar to the wonton that grandpa took her to eat before.

"It's not all said. I made it. I cooked it." Fu Shiqin said with a smile.

Lingjiao didn't ask any more questions. She lowered her head and ate silently, thinking of her grandfather who had passed away.

So, eating, tears one by one fell into the bowl.

"Well, don't cry. If it's bad, don't eat it. Don't be so reluctant..." Fu Shiqin thought it was not delicious, so he reached out to take her bowl away.

Lingjiao hugged the bowl tightly and choked.

"Yummy, yummy. I haven't eaten such a yummy food in many years..."

Fu Shiqin hurriedly handed her the tissue, which was a little flustered for a moment.

He worked all morning to make her happy, but he made her cry.

"I asked someone to go to the wonton restaurant you said, and then They were flown in last night. "

"I learned from them all morning at noon. If you like it I can make it for you every day. "

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Fu Shiyi and they know that they can't believe it.

Although he loves food, he never goes into the kitchen.

It's the first time I've been cooking for so many years.