Chang Xia and Yuan Man were about to sit down, but when they heard his question, they stood up in fright. Then they held the steamed dumplings between their legs and did not dare to eat.
Zhuo Jian took a bite and finished the meal before speaking: "It tastes pretty good, why are you back again?"
Fu Yanye looked at her, then at the two elm-headed men standing inside, and asked, "Why are you two still standing here?"
Yuan Man and Chang Xia: "..."
"Why don't you get out quickly?"
Fu Yanye urged again.
Only then did the two of them realize it, but they were hesitant for a moment between putting the chopsticks down or taking them away.
"Take that thing on the table and leave now."
Fu Yanye urged again.
Now the two of them knew how to leave. They bent down to take the Xiao Long Bao and took away the lid as well.
But halfway through, he turned around and asked, "Ma'am, do you still want to eat?"
"roll."
Fu Yanye finally couldn't stand the ink stains of the two of them.
"I won't eat anymore."
Zhuo Jian glanced at the box he was carrying and thought it should be breakfast.
Yuan Man and Chang Xia left after getting Zhuo Jian's answer.
There were only two of them left in the room, and Fu Yanye said in annoyance: "Can't you stop being so approachable like them?"
"They bought me breakfast."
Zhuo Jian said.
I think if people take care of me, should I be as cruel as you?
Fu Yanye walked over and sat on the sofa next to her, then opened the box.
The top layer was noodles, and Zhuo Jian felt hot.
But it feels a bit dry.
Fu Yanye opened the lower layer again, and that layer was soup.
Zhuo Jian felt a burst of heat coming out, and then looked at her eyes. It was so hot that she couldn't see clearly.
Zhuo Jian glanced at him: "Are you going to buy noodles early in the morning?"
"Did you forget it yourself, or did you think I forgot it?"
Fu Yanye glanced at her and while asking questions, he slowly poured the soup into the layer of noodles.
Immediately the bowl of noodles looked delicious and was very appetizing.
Zhuo Jian watched quietly and said nothing.
It wasn't until Fu Yanye got up and brought the special chopsticks and spoons for the two of them and gave them to her. When she took them, she reflexively said: "Thank you."
"Hmph, you're welcome."
Fu Yanye responded disdainfully.
Zhuo Jian looked at him again, then silently stirred the noodles and soup.
"Is this made fresh by going to Starlight?"
Zhuo Jian asked.
"no."
Fu Yanye replied calmly.
"So you're going back to your old home?"
Zhuo Jian thought that he would go out so early and come back at this hour. If it was to get some noodles for her, it might be the old house.
"Your man did it himself."
Fu Yanye didn't want to listen to her guessing anymore and replied to her.
Zhuo Jian looked at him in disbelief. He even learned how to make noodles?
Do you want to know so much?
She lowered her head a little ashamed to eat the noodles, but thinking that he had made them himself, she asked, "Do you want to eat them first?"
"What nonsense are you talking about? Hurry up and eat."
I can't stand the way she always seems to care about him.
It seemed like she was the only one in the world who remembered that he had mysophobia.
He thought of spending time with her here these days. He didn't know how many people had used the furniture here, and he couldn't help but look at her.
Zhuo Jian chewed his food carefully, and when he saw that he was no longer angry, he asked her softly, "Does the wound hurt?"
"It doesn't matter."
She said and continued to eat slowly.
"How long have you been studying?"
she asked.
"Do you still need to learn this thing? You can do it in half an hour."