As a result, Fu Dashao tasted a delicacy that he had never tried in his life, and even more addicted to the exquisite dishes made by the chefs of Michelin-starred restaurants.

What mutton rolls, fish balls, shrimp slippery, hairy tripe, each ingredient in the same pot can make him eat a new taste.

He likes such a down-to-earth life.

Jiwei shrimp were skewered on bamboo skewers, there was only one string left, Wen Chi looked at it, the pot was clanging, Wen Qiao and Wen Chi's hands reached out to the bamboo skewers at the same time, Wen Qiao glanced at him: "Nanli likes to eat." ”

Brother Chi was wronged, his boyfriend was his boyfriend, and he didn't know if his brother was kissed.

Fu Nanli only felt that Wen Qiao was extremely naïve, did he grab a bite to eat with a sixteen-year-old boy?

Well, he's as to that.

Wen Qiao peeled the shrimp and put it in his bowl, he didn't refuse, in front of his brother-in-law's longing eyes, he took the shrimp tail, passed it in the rich dipping sauce for a while, and then put it in his mouth.

The delicacy jumped on the tip of the tongue, and Fu Shao's taste buds were greatly satisfied.

The picky Fu Dashao ate a hot pot full of fireworks.

Wen Qiao was a little surprised, he used to go to Xiaotangshan with him to eat, I heard that Xiaotangshan cooked for Fu Nanli was a Michelin chef, he always dropped his knife and fork after two bites, but he didn't expect him to like these down-to-earth delicacies.

The happiest is Ji Mingyuan, his cooking skills have been recognized by Fu Dashao, which shows that his cooking is really delicious, he said happily: "After two days, I will make barbecue meat at home to eat, and Mr. Fu can come over to eat." ”

Fu Nanli wiped the corners of his mouth with a tissue, Wen Qiao handed over a cup of Coke, Fu Nanli took a sip, tonight's dinner was sublimated, it turned out that hot pot with Coke was so delicious.

"Okay, I'll come, you're a good cook."

Fu Dashao stamped his approval, and the corners of Ji Mingyuan's mouth kept rising, and he never stopped.

After dinner, Wen Qiao sent Fu Nanli to the car, and when he came back, he was called to his room by his uncle Su Ce.

The books on the desk were spread out, and they were clean, and there was no trace of taking notes at all, because Su Ce never forgot it, just read it once.

"Aqiao, do you talk to your boyfriend about everything?"

Wen Qiao was a little apprehensive: "Did I say something wrong?" Isn't it that uncle, you can't leak this matter? ”

She only told Fu Nanli, and didn't tell anyone else, isn't it?

Su Ce hurriedly said: "No, it can't be revealed, it's just that the relationship between you and Fu Nanli is already close to the point where you don't have anything to say, right?" ”

Wen Qiao was a little confused, and talking about her feelings with her uncle seemed to make her a little uncomfortable: "I have a deep relationship with him. ”

Su Ce was a little speechless and stopped, "Is it the kind of relationship that wants to get married?" ”

Wen Qiao smiled and touched his neck: "I plan to marry him after graduation." ”

Su Ce's forehead was slightly bruised: "Really?" ”

Wincho: "Well, what's wrong?" Uncle, you don't like him? ”

Su Ce smiled reluctantly: "How come, how can our uncle not like the person we Ah Qiao has a crush on." ”

"He's been very nice to me and I like him a lot."

Su Ce's hand holding the edge of the desk tightened slightly, and said in a deep voice: "Well, I can see it, okay, in the future, you try not to tell him about it, your little uncle and I are a person who pays more attention to privacy." ”

Wen Qiao felt a little guilty: "I'm sorry uncle, I won't be in the future." ”

Su Ce rubbed her head: "It's okay, go back to your own room." ”

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