Chapter 61： : what does this have to do with you

The taste is even better than expected.

The aristocratic son who had been well-educated since he was a child has become unappetizing at this moment.

Fu Ling gulped and drank without even looking at the meat pie next to him. He didn't pick up a meat pie until the soup was almost finished, and took a big bite.

The gravy is delicious, crispy on the outside and tender on the inside!

Absolutely!

While eating, he thought aggrievedly, how is he inferior to Xie Chenghe Shishi, why is he always the one who gets hurt!

No matter, he doesn't care, he will go to Jiang Fu's for dinner tomorrow!

Be sure to find a reason to go there again!

Eleven was also feasting on the sidelines. As someone close to Xie Cheng, of course he has seen the world.

But after eating so many dishes made by famous chefs, Jiang Fu's soup gave him an endless aftertaste for the first time.

Really absolutely.

It's not that the cook in the house has never made fish soup, but he has never felt that fish soup is so delicious before.

From today, he is a person who likes to drink fish soup!

At the end of the meal, the three people's soup cups and the plate containing the meatloaf were all clean, and there was not a single bite left.

Fu Ling licked his lips, leaned on his stomach and gasped for breath, "I said, if Jiang Fu hadn't been bought by the old lady, he would definitely have great achievements in the future."

Xuanwu is a relatively open country. There are female officials in the court and the palace, and there are two highly respected imperial chefs in the imperial dining room.

As far as Jiang Fu's craftsmanship is concerned, even if it is not bought by the old lady, it will definitely be discovered and appreciated by the nobles in the future. Even if it cannot enter the imperial dining room as a female official, there must be no problem with being rich and powerful.

Xie Cheng didn't speak.

Fu Ling supported her full stomach, and continued, "The old lady has discerning eyes."

"I heard that many people in Yandu like her, and they really want to marry her." Fu Ling looked out of the window and said, "If she marries into a noble family, she won't be able to eat the food she makes in the future. Think about it. It's a pity..."

Eleven didn't listen to what he said at all, stood up and reluctantly cleaned up the dishes, there was still a faint scent in the air, he really didn't want to clean up, he didn't really want the scent to dissipate.

Xie Cheng leaned there, and suddenly looked over, his dark eyes reflected the color of ink that couldn't be dyed, "For example?"

Fu Ling was immersed in her own world, and when he interrupted her, she couldn't react, "For example, what, for example?"

That is, what would happen if you said a few more words?

Does it have to be so that people can't understand?

Xie Cheng's black eyes were bent, he stretched out his hand to support his face, leaned there in a comfortable position, and said casually, "For example, which one."

Like which one?

Fu Ling gave him a strange look, and said, "For example, the Yun family, Mr. Gu's family who came today, and... what does this have to do with you? Why are you asking this?"

That pair of ink-like pupils stared at him, squinting very lightly.

Then came the man's faint voice, "Ask casually."

Fu Ling said "Oh" and said, "But A Cheng, when did your symptoms start?"

Xie Cheng lowered his eyes, and said in a calm tone, "What symptoms."

Fu Ling said: "It's just anorexia... No, it's not anorexia. You just ate everything Jiang Fu made, but I heard from Eleven that your appetite has been bad since you were injured, and you can't eat anything. It's mouthful..."

Xie Cheng was slightly taken aback.

Yes, he has been anorexic ever since his leg was injured, and he only eats one or two bites at a time. This symptom has been going on for a long time, and they were very worried on Eleventh.

However, he seems to be getting better in the past few days since he came back?

It seems that as long as it is made by Jiang Fu, he will eat it up...