The little brother knew that his joke was not funny enough, so he laughed and turned around and returned to his seat.
"When did Madam learn this craft? It looks impressive. Could it be that she learned it for our Mr. Fu?"
The master started chatting with her.
Zhuo Jian smiled and said, "I learned it just for him. I only learned it when I was very young. Now I am very good at it."
"You look like you know how to cook. As the saying goes, to control a man's heart, you must first control his stomach. You are so smart and smart, no wonder Mr. Fu can't live without you. Isn't he very good in private?
get along?"
The old master also gossiped.
Zhuo Jian smiled politely and said softly, "He is not easy to get along with."
He doesn't express much when he's at home.
There are many...
Eyes?
temperament?
"Young madam, please tell us more about you and Mr. Fu. Everyone wants to know, right?"
"yes."
When one person shouts, the whole kitchen cooperates.
However, the atmosphere is gradually becoming more and more relaxed.
Even Yuan Man and Chang Xia couldn't help laughing.
Zhuo Jian talked about the embarrassing things when they were young, and was very happy making mooncakes.
Zhuo Jian went back upstairs after eight o'clock.
Fu Yanye was still in bed, lying lazily against the bedside, with one hand on the back of his head and the other playing with her mobile phone to watch her come in.
Zhuo Jian thought he was still snoozing. He might have had a headache after drinking too much last night, but she didn't expect that he woke up.
The plate she was holding was immediately put behind her.
"Why don't you go out when you wake up?"
Zhuo Jian asked him a little squeamishly.
Fu Yanye stretched out his long legs and said in a beautiful voice, "Wait for my wife to come and bring me breakfast."
"..."
Zhuo Jian looked at his dark eyes, feeling that he already knew what she was doing.
He bent his thin legs and tried to kneel on the bed, but found that his knees hurt and it was too difficult, so he sat down and brought the plate to him, "Hey."
Fu Yanye raised his eyebrows, "Wow."
"..."
Whoa? What?
Zhuo Jian looked at him curiously.
"As expected."
Fu Yanye threw away her phone, picked up the beautiful heart-shaped mooncake, put it in front of her eyes and looked at it several times, and then her black eyes suddenly shot towards her.
Zhuo Jian's heart skipped a beat.
Fu Yanye narrowed his eyes and asked her, "Just one?"
"did much."
Zhuo Jian said, placing the plate casually, lying in his arms, looking at the mooncakes in his hand and murmuring, "But this is the most special."
"When I was a child, I liked to give me heart-shaped mooncakes. When I grow up, I still give them this kind."
"Then what do you like?"
Zhuo Jian looked at him curiously and asked.
Fu Yanye looked at her with dark eyes for a moment, then broke open the mooncake and said, "If it's filled with red bean filling, that's fine too."
Only then did Zhuo Jian realize that he still remembered everything.
Fu Yanye put half of it on the plate, broke the other half in half, put one half in his mouth, and the other half in Zhuo Jian's mouth.
It's still red bean paste, but today, the relationship between the two is no longer as awkward as it once was.
No, or should I say, he is not so awkward anymore.
When I was young and I liked someone, I was so nervous. I was so nervous that I didn't know what to do. I wanted to see him but didn't dare to see him every day.
For a while he thought that he might simply hate her.
But I hate why my heart beats so fast?
For many years, he was not sure about their relationship, and then so many things happened, it felt like a past life.
but now......
Fu Yanye lowered his eyes at the woman eating mooncakes and asked her softly: "Is it still sweet?"
"Sweet, but I added 50% sugar to it. How about I make you a sugar-free version next year?"