In the villa, after putting down the grilled fish, Xia Zhi shouted to the adults and children in the living room: "Sir, young master, dinner is ready!"
After a while, An An dragged Fu Shuo's big hand to the dining table.
Looking at the five dishes and one soup that exuded the alluring aroma in front of her, An An moved her index fingers: "Wow, are these all made by Sister Xia?"
Xia Zhi stood in the kitchen, untied her apron, and stuck her head out and said, "Yes, I made them all by myself, but they are all home-cooked dishes. I hope the young master won't dislike them."
"I don't mind it!" An An said immediately.
"You also come and sit down and eat with us." Fu Shuoze said.
"Okay, you're welcome then." Xia Zhi was not surprised. She even picked up another set of bowls and chopsticks that had been prepared in the kitchen and came to sit down between the father and son.
Fu Shuo said with some dissatisfaction: "Sit over and order, blocking me from picking up food for An An."
Xia Zhi said, "I cooked today's food. I am the host. Sir, please let me sit in the middle."
"You..." Fu Shuo was about to say that Xia Zhi had no eyesight, when he heard An An say: "Daddy, Sister Xia wants to take care of the two of us more conveniently, so just let her sit in the middle."
Xia Zhi was not annoyed when her thoughts were pointed out, but instead smiled at An An.
Fu Shuo always felt that he was underestimated, and couldn't help but emphasize: "Don't look at Daddy like this, Daddy can still take good care of you."
"I know, but I can't bear to have my daddy tired."
Last night, watching Fu Shuo's ups and downs in order to pick up food for him, An An felt uncomfortable.
"Alright, try my latest grilled fish!"
As Xia Zhi finished speaking, a piece of grilled fish appeared in each of Fu Shuo's and An An's bowls, still steaming.
An An picked up the chopsticks and after taking a bite, she said with bright eyes: "Sister Xia, this grilled fish is so delicious!"
"Really?"
"Well, you and Daddy should eat quickly." An An couldn't wait to share the delicious food with them.
Seeing this, Fu Shuo stopped worrying about his seat and picked up his chopsticks to taste it.
"Ahem..."
Just one mouthful made Fu Shuo cough.
"What's wrong? Did you choke on a fish bone?" Xia Zhi asked nervously.
That's not right. The fish she used tonight had very few small spines except for a few large bones.
Because of the cough, Fu Shuo's fair and handsome face turned a little red, and he said with some embarrassment: "It's too spicy, water..."
"Ah? Oh!" Xia Zhi quickly poured him a glass of water.
After Fu Shuo drank the water, he recovered and asked, "How much seasoning did you put in the grilled fish?"
"Uh, I put Sichuan peppercorns, pepper, chili pepper..."
Xia Zhi counted them by in detail.
After hearing this, Fu Shuo's face turned dark: "You put so many peppers, do you want to kill me?"
Xia Zhi pouted: "If you don't add chili pepper, would it still be called grilled fish? Look at how delicious it tastes for the young master."
Fu Shuo looked at An An and saw that An An's little mouth was red from the spicy food, but he still couldn't stop eating.
Seeing Fu Shuo looking at her, An An embarrassedly stopped her chopsticks and asked, "Daddy, weren't you good at eating spicy food before?"
Fu Shuo sighed: "That was before."
Since the car accident, he has been following the doctor's advice and eating light food. Gradually, he has stopped eating spicy food.