Chapter 129： Mr. Fu is hard to serve

Chapter 129 Mr. Fu is hard to serve

"Young Master Fu, it's you!" Shi Qian patted his chest.

"Who else could it be if it wasn't me?" Fu Sinian asked rhetorically.

He was really sick, so he came to see her.

This woman, she has been back for so long, and she hasn't found out yet, isn't anyone here? Still looking everywhere!

"Why didn't you see other people? Uncle Jin An is gone, where did they go?" Shi Qian felt that there was no one in such a big house so scary.

"The old man is not here. They are all on holiday today. I estimate that the old man will not come back until he is discharged from the hospital." Fu Sinian's words meant that he wanted to be prepared.

When came back, he didn't see anyone, so he guessed it.

This must be the arrangement of the old man.

Here, it was only Shi Qian and him.

This is called nurturing feelings.

Shi Qian looked around, "No wonder, I haven't seen anyone since I came back for so long."

Fu Sinian activated the wheelchair and turned to leave.

Shi Qian quickly followed.

The two returned to the living room, and Fu Sinian walked straight towards the room without stopping.

"Young Master Fu, since everyone is away, I'll make something to eat at night. What do you want to eat?" Shi Qian shouted to his background.

Fu Sinian stopped and spit out three words coldly: "white rice porridge."

Time Shallow:  …

White rice porridge is just white rice porridge!

Since he is so simple, her meals are better arranged.

She turned and walked towards the kitchen.

Dinner was ready in less than an hour.

At this time, the sky also darkened, and only the western sky was left, with a ray of red after sunset.

Shi Qian walked to the door of the room and knocked on the door.

"Master Fu, the meal is ready."

"Yeah!" Fu Sinian's voice came from the room.

Shi Qian turned around and went back to the restaurant.

Fu Sinian came to the restaurant and found a bowl of white rice porridge on the table.

Shi Qian came out of the kitchen with two plates in his hands.

A plate of cold lettuce shreds and a plate of green fried spinach.

After putting down the two dishes, she turned around and went back to the kitchen.

A scent of green leaves floated in front of Fu Sinian, and he couldn't help looking at the two dishes.

The shredded lettuce is shiny, the green lettuce is mixed with bright red millet spicy, the color alone is enough to have an appetite.

She should have also ordered some vinegar, and the fragrance inspired by the ingredients and seasonings made people drool.

That dish of spinach, Fu Sinian had no desire.

Shi Qian came out of the kitchen with two more dishes in his hands.

One is tofu omelette. When you look at this dish, you can control the heat very well. The tofu is golden and golden, and the tofu is placed one by one.

The other one is a small plate of stir-fried chicken thighs. The chicken thighs are boneless, with carrots, mushrooms, green peppers and yellow peppers. The colors are matched together, very bright and rich in flavor.

Fu Sinian looked at the white rice porridge in front of him again.

There are two positions between the two, and the contrast is clear.

This woman, she eats four dishes by herself!

Shi Qian also noticed the difference between the two. In this comparison, Fu Sinian's bowl of white porridge was more clear and watery.

However, he is so picky, he doesn't eat this, he doesn't eat that, what can she do!

Fu Sinian thought that after taking a look, she would consciously take out the dishes and eat them together.

Unexpectedly, Shi Qian started to move chopsticks!

After taking a few bites, he found that Fu Sinian hadn't moved.

"Master Fu, there is still porridge in the pot." Shi Qian reminded.

Fu Sinian:  …

He picked up the spoon and took a mouthful of porridge, and his face changed dramatically just as he put it into his mouth.

"What's wrong?" Shi Qian asked quickly.