Fu Yanye came out after washing up and saw no sign of Zhuo Jian, so he went out. When he went downstairs, he saw that she was not there. Even the elders in the family seemed to have gone out. When he saw an aunt coming out, he asked, "Where is the old man?"
"In reply to the young master, the old man and the old lady went shopping. Your father seems to have gone to the golf course, and the wife has just gone out. It seems to be some kind of fund-raising activity."
The auntie was very enthusiastic when she saw him and answered questions in a very positive and detailed manner.
After hearing this, Fu Yanye nodded, couldn't help but glance at the kitchen, and asked a little cautiously: "So, where is the young lady?"
"Young madam? She hasn't, oh, come down yet. Good morning, young madam. The young master is looking after you."
The aunt saw Zhuo Jian coming down from upstairs and greeted her happily.
Zhuo Jian raised his eyes and looked at Fu Yanye. He had changed his clothes, but he was still meticulous.
"Master and Madam, do you want to have dinner now? We will prepare it now."
The aunt asked happily when she saw the two of them.
"Um."
Fu Yanye agreed, turning sideways to watch her walking towards him without looking away.
Zhuo Jian walked up to him and said, "Are you looking for me? I just went to use my mother's skin care products."
Fu Yanye thought to himself, shouldn't I just take a shower?
It’s not like I’ve never seen it before.
Zhuo Jian guessed the meaning in his eyes, turned to look in the direction her aunt was going, and whispered: "Then I'll go to the kitchen and have a look."
Fu Yanye watched her enter the kitchen with his hands behind his back in annoyance, entangled his finger without a wedding ring, and then followed her silently.
That woman, I don't know if she has the ring on her body.
Zhuo Jian saw that her aunt had finished the porridge and couldn't help but let her serve a bowl first. Just as she was about to drink, she saw Fu Yanye come in. Her heart tightened unconsciously and she asked him: "I'm a little hungry, can I drink first?"
Fu Yanye approached and stood in front of her, staring at the bowl of porridge in her hand. There was some diced fruit in her hand, and he asked her, "What is that? Let me try it."
Zhuo Jian was startled.
He asked so leisurely that she didn't know how he wanted to drink.
Fu Yanye looked at her, "What are you standing there for?"
Zhuo Jian took out a spoonful and put it into his mouth to taste it, then turned to look at her aunt and said, "Auntie, help the young master fill a bowl as well."
"Master doesn't want me to serve him another bowl. Master, it's your bowl that I want to taste."
Auntie's eyes sparkled when she smiled.
However, Zhuo Jian felt nervous and looked up at him again. Seeing that he really didn't move and didn't explain, she reluctantly took out a spoonful and said, "Na."
Fu Yanye bent over, still looking at her intently with his dark eyes, until she awkwardly brought the spoon to his lips.
It's diced yellow peach, and it tastes pretty good.
Fu Yanye straightened up, still looking at her with his dark eyes, and said, "The taste is very ordinary."
Zhuo Jian's face was tight and uncomfortable, and she whispered: "Then don't drink."
After saying that, he took his bowl and sat down at the dining table.
Seeing that Fu Yanye's eyes were always fixed on Zhuo Jian, the aunt thought that the young master was simply a maniac who stared at his wife, so she would not disturb them and quietly prepare breakfast for them.
The chef prepared new side dishes and staple food, and this meal was considered their breakfast.
Breakfast was put on the table, and Fu Yanye sat down opposite her. He stuffed a piece of scallion pancake into his mouth first. He thought it tasted okay. He chewed it slowly and leaned back in the chair to watch her eat.
She seemed to have a good appetite and ate slowly, but she never stopped talking.
Zhuo Jian ate for a while and couldn't stand being stared at before he raised his eyes and asked, "Do you have something to say?"
"Um?"
Fu Yanye raised his eyelids, as if he didn't understand what she meant.
"Why else do you keep looking at me?"
Zhuo Jian continued to ask him.
Fu Yanye smiled lightly and asked her, "Are you afraid of seeing it?"
"..."
Zhuo Jian felt that she could not communicate with him, so she lowered her head to eat. Soon the cleaning aunt ran down from upstairs and said, "Young madam, your phone number."