"That way we won't be mummies? I don't want that." Su San muttered in a low voice.
"You have to have it even if you don't want it. I want to keep my mistress by my side all the time. I can't go anywhere. Until my hair turns white and all my teeth fall out." Fang Che chuckled.
Su San smiled, they must be ugly like that.
She can't imagine what Fang Che, who is so handsome now, will look like when he gets old. Will he be as handsome as he is now, a very good-looking old man?
Fang Che hugged Su San tightly, and Su San leaned quietly in his arms, listening to his steady and strong heartbeat, feeling so comfortable that he wanted to fall asleep.
"I can't sleep. I haven't had any porridge yet. I must be hungry." Fang Che warned.
"I don't want to drink porridge. I want to eat. You cook for me." Su Sanlai said in Fang Che's arms in a tone that even made him feel disgusted.
Fang Che laughed: "Okay, I'll cook for you. But you have a cold and you can't eat too greasy food, so you can only eat some light vegetables and fruits."
"Tsk, you sound like you know everything. You have to know that the food you cook is terrible. Remember last time, I ate someone's food and spent the entire afternoon." Su San got out of Fang Che's arms.
, disdainfully authentic.
"It's normal to have poor cooking skills for the first time. Later, I often practiced my cooking skills. Dongfang also said that the dishes I cooked were delicious and much better than his." Fang Che walked to the kitchen without forgetting to explain.
"Hurry up and cook your food. I don't want to starve to death at home." Turning on the TV, Su San sat on the sofa and watched TV carefully.
Now she doesn't want to think about anything, she just wants to live a sweet world with Fang Che.
Fang Che moved very quickly. In less than half an hour, he brought out the dishes. After setting them up, he said to her: "Mistress, eat."
Just as Su San was about to get up from the sofa, he heard him shout again: "Wait, I'll come."
He strode towards her, picked her up from the sofa, put her on the stool, and handed her the rice bowl.
"Fang Che, if you pamper me like this, you'll make me think I'm disabled." Su San looked at Fang Che with a half-smile, feeling that this man pampered her too much. What's the point of not having to do anything by yourself?
"I like pampering you. Come, eat this, tofu and lotus seed soup." Fang Che said, spooning the lotus seed soup and putting it in Su San's bowl.
"Did you make this? When did you buy it?" Su San tried to take a bite of the lotus seed soup. It tasted good. Unexpectedly, this man's cooking skills had improved greatly.
"There is no doubt that it is indeed my handiwork. As for your next question, let me know that the mistress is indeed an idiot!"
"I'm not stupid, you're just talking nonsense."
"Don't you think there is such a thing as a telephone in this world? Just dial the number and everything will be delivered to your door. I call you stupid, but you still don't admit it." Fang Che smiled and winked at Su San.
Su San was speechless. That was because he was rich and could get everything done with just one phone call, but she was a child from a poor family. She was not as lucky as him, born with a silver spoon in her mouth, and could get whatever she wanted.
Of course, Fang Che also had misfortunes. He was taciturn and cowardly when he was a child. Then his male classmates asked him for help and he chose to run away. After that, he must have been in pain?
With Dongfangmen, he found confidence in those role-playings. Therefore, he enjoyed it more and acted to the point of forgetting himself. Perhaps, he thought he had made a couple of lovers. But who knows? He was still hurt.
Those women. Sometimes the results are not everything.
