Chapter 738

She stood at the kitchen door and her eyes fell on the slender figure of Wei'an.

Fu Yi is wearing a black shirt with his cuffs rolled up. His slender fingers are choosing vegetables. His side face is serious and clear, very good-looking.

Lu wanchu stared blankly and almost didn't come back.

How can Fu Yiyi, the son of heaven, cook? She remembered that he couldn't cook at all, but now she saw that he could? What the hell is going on? Is she dreaming?

Aware of her behind him, Fu Yi turned sideways and looked at her fiercely. "What are you doing standing there?"

"Fu Yi, when did you cook?"

After a moment of silence, Lu wanchu still asked, his voice slightly hoarse.

Fu Yi's movements stopped and his eyes fell deeply on Lu wanchu. After a long time, he laughed at himself, "because... For someone."

Knowing that she was not good at cooking, he practiced cooking with her back for a long time in order to cook for her.

Over the years, she had never tasted his cooking, and he never cooked again when she left.

Lu wanchu's heart jumped fiercely, his apricot eyes were slightly open, and he looked at Fu Yi's eyes.

The corners of her mouth moved and finally closed.

She wanted to ask if it was her, and what did she think would happen if she asked?

She and he seem to be separated from each other all the time, even if they are very close.

"Go and sit down. It'll be fine soon."

Fu Yi sank his face, as if he knew what Lu wanchu was thinking.

Lu wanchu gave a dull, um, and turned away.

After Lu wanchu left, Fu Yiyi turned around. The dishes he had just selected had been pinched and rotten by him and could no longer be eaten.

Lu wanchu sat at the table in a daze and looked back at the direction of the kitchen, oppressing her.

She wanted to ask him, but she couldn't speak.

I don't know how long she stayed. Lu wanchu heard footsteps behind him and looked back. Fu Yi came to her with rice and two dishes in his hand and put it down.

"Eat!"

The dishes are very simple, a meat dish, a vegetarian dish and a bowl of white rice.

"Fu Yi, have you used it?"

Lu wanchu looked up at Fu Yiyi sitting opposite her and asked in a low voice.

When she ate what he made, she should have asked first, didn't she.

"Yes."

Fu Yi gave a faint hum. He didn't speak any more and looked at her quietly.

Lu wanchu didn't speak any more. He picked up one side of the chopsticks, picked up the meat dish in front of him, fried meat with green bamboo shoots and put it into his mouth. Then his eyes lit up and looked at Fu Yi.

She thought that the food he cooked could be imported at most, which was similar to her. The result was beyond her expectation. It was delicious like the taste that could be made by a special chef.

How long does it take to practice to make such a taste?

If he really did it for her, how much should he pay?

"Why are you stunned? Not delicious? "

Fu Yi said coldly, and Lu wanchu immediately recovered, "delicious, very delicious."

Fu Yifeng's eyes flashed soft. "Since it's delicious, eat more. Don't eat those things in the future."

"I see!"

Lu wanchu lowered his head and ate slowly.

A paper towel was handed forward. Lu wanchu was surprised and raised his head, but he saw Fu Yiyi leaning forward, wiping the corners of her mouth with a paper towel in his hand.

"Lu wanchu, can you eat like this when you are so old? If you are like this, who can relax? "

Fu Yi took back the paper towel, squeezed it tightly in his palm and said in a deep voice.

He can't rest assured that she takes care of herself so much. What should she do if he leaves?

Lu wanchu touched the corner of his mouth. It seemed that he had just wiped it.