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Bao Xiyuan's phone has always been turned off.

Fu Ying stared at her phone for a few seconds, and couldn't help but wonder a little.

While wondering, she was still thinking, could it be that Bao Xiyuan changed her number?

Thinking of this, she called Xiao Yunfei again.

She has always had Xiao Yunfei's number, in the United States, Xiao Yunfei is well-known in the Chinese circle, and many people have asked Fu Ying to contact Xiao Yunfei to buy paintings.

Therefore, she also stored Xiao Yunfei's number in her mobile phone.

Since Bao Xiyuan can't be found, maybe Xiao Yunfei will have Bao Xiyuan's contact information there.

Thinking of this, Fu Ying dialed Xiao Yunfei's phone again.

The phone rang for a long time before someone picked it up.

Xiao Yunfei slurred and said on the phone: "Hello, Fu Ying." ”

Fu Ying said politely: "Mr. Xiao, I'm sorry, I lost Xiyuan's number, did you save her number in your mobile phone?" Can you give me a look? ”

Xiao Yunfei on the other end of the phone was silent for a moment, and quickly said angrily: "Don't mention her to me, I don't know her!" ”

After speaking, he hung up the phone directly.

Fu Ying was hung with a puzzled face, not knowing what was going on.

From the tone, she also heard a thing or two, so she didn't dare to disturb anymore.

Putting down the phone, Fu Ying decided to go out for a walk.

She changed into a light gray tweed coat and went out with only a mobile phone.

……

In the afternoon, the sun is just right.

Fu Ying walked a long way along the side of the street.

In the alley, a wonton restaurant that I used to eat when I was a child is still there.

The store has been renovated, but the taste is still the same as before.

The owner of the small shop was still enthusiastic, Fu Ying asked for a bowl of wontons, and the boss gave another plate of side dishes.

The proprietress smiled and said, "We don't charge money for this, I make it myself, you can eat a little if you like." ”

Fu Ying stared at a small lump of dark green leaves on the plate.

Fu Ying doesn't eat Suzi leaves, she doesn't like the aroma of Suzi.

But she still remembered that her father liked it, and it was precisely because she couldn't get used to smelling Su Ziye that his father never let Aunt Xue do it.

Fu Ying looked at Su Ziye in the small plate, she stretched out her hand, grabbed a piece, endured the nausea, and ate it.

However, the entrance does not smell so strange, and it seems to be different from what I imagined.

Fu Ying ate all the plates of Su Ziye, turned around, and asked again: "Boss, do you sell Su Ye side dishes?" ”

The proprietress was stunned for a moment when asked, and then said with a smile: "It's not a good thing, you like to eat, I'll clip a little more for you and bring it." I don't want your money......"

With that, she got up and walked towards the back kitchen.

After a while, she handed a small plastic bag of Su Ziye vegetables to Fu Ying's hand, and said with a smile: "My hometown is in the countryside, and my parents will plant some every year, but many people in the city don't like this taste very much." ”

Fu Ying smiled at the proprietress and said politely, "What you made is delicious." ”

The proprietress narrowed her eyes with a smile and said, "I will come back often in the future." ”

Fu Ying nodded with a smile and said, "Okay." ”

……

Coming out of the wonton shop, the afternoon sun is at its strongest.

She wore a lot of clothes, and she was sweating all over.

When she realized that she was still carrying a side dish in her hand, she couldn't help but pause.

To be honest, she still doesn't like the taste of side dishes, but for some reason, she just wants some.

When she looked up, she had unconsciously walked to the door of Fu's house.

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