The man's face was cold.
But remembering what Yan Shu just said, 'the child is nervous and doesn't speak quickly', she forcefully adjusted her mood.
"Eat... Eat, hungry..." the steamed stuffed bun stretched out his hand and took Fu Yunjian's hand.
Fu Yunjian was silent for a moment and got up from the sofa.
Shan Yin saw that Fu Yunjian was pulled in by the steamed stuffed bun, and a few lines of schadenfreude smile appeared at the bottom of his eyes.
Little steamed stuffed bun took Fu Yunjian to an empty position and sat down.
Put the rice just served by Shan Yin in front of the man, and stuffed chopsticks for him, "Dad, eat... Eat."
Fu Yunjian looked at the rice in front of him and looked at the unfinished dishes on the table. He vaguely felt something was wrong.
He came to see the children. Why did he come to the door to make a living?
Especially looking at the few leftovers on the table that have been eaten, this feeling is more and more obvious.
Fu Jingyan climbed onto the chair, took chopsticks, and put vegetables in the man's bowl a little reluctantly, "delicious..."
Shan Yin looked at Fu Yunjian.
Fu Yunjian looked at the dishes in the bowl, holding chopsticks all the time, and didn't move.
"Eat if you want." Yan Shu said, picked up a hairy crab and skilfully shelled it. Yu Guang looked at the man from time to time, "just now Jing Yan said that your stomach is crying."
The man's face darkened instantly, and he looked at Yan Shu with gloomy eyes.
"Do you look at people like this at home?" Yan Shu's eyes on the man, gently put an end to him, "usually it's the same with your son?"
“……”
Shan Yin sat opposite Yan Shu and saw that she didn't worry about the suppressed anger in Fu Yunjian's eyes at all, and the corners of her mouth raised a smile.
Zhang tezhu dared not go out because of his atmosphere.
"Jing Yan, let your father eat well." Seeing that the man didn't move his chopsticks, Yan Shu said to the little guy, "such a big person, you have to let the child coax you to eat a meal."
"Dad, eat..." Fu Jingyan Baba looked at the man, "will be hungry..."
Yan Shu took care of the hairy crab in her hand and got up to leave the table.
Seeing this, Shan Yin followed.
"Cold... Will... Not delicious." The steamed bun said, and tried the temperature of the plate with his hand.
Seeing that the little guy urged himself again and again, and so many words popped out of his mouth, Fu Yunjian, no matter how unhappy he was, also picked up the dishes in the bowl and ate them.
The food is delicious. It seems that he has eaten it somewhere before
Fu Yunjian tasted the dishes on the table one by one, and found that the taste of the dishes was very similar to the dishes he ate at President Yi's wife's birthday party that day.
"Jing Yan, are you used to these dishes?" The man looked at his son.
Fu Jingyan nodded and then said, "delicious."
Fu Yunjian looked at the child closely and found that his complexion was obviously much better than before.
The cheeks are fuller than before.
"You haven't finished." Every year, seeing that there is rice in Fu Yun's remonstrance bowl, "Mommy said that food is not easy to come and cannot be wasted."
Fu Yun Jian looked at the rice in the bowl and said, "Uncle hasn't finished yet."
Say, pick up chopsticks again.
Sui Sui filled a bowl of soup and put it in front of Fu Yunjian. "My mommy makes soup very delicious."
Fu Yunjian looked at the pigeon soup in front of him and remembered that not long ago, Yan Shu took it to the hospital to eat pigeon soup for the steamed stuffed bun.
"Thank you, Sui Sui." The man took it and took a sip.
The taste and taste are very good, not greasy, but especially refreshing.
"I drank it in the hospital... It's delicious... Aunt Yan also knows tofu... Fish soup, turtle soup, and... Many people I don't know." Fu Jingyan said a lot in one breath.