The subtext is that she can finally go back, right?
It turns out that she still never forgets to go back-
Indra's heart was slightly awkward, and he slowly set up the bowls and chopsticks for her, touched her bun head, and broke her fantasy in one sentence: "It's still early."
It's still early? Feng Qingyu raised his eyebrows: "I think you've recovered almost."
Di Shiyin peeled her another shrimp: "The injury is almost healed. But it will take a long time to restore her original skills..."
"Why?" Isn't it necessary for the recovery of the skill after healing?
Di Shiyin glanced at her and kept it a secret: "You have a good meal first, and I'll tell you after having a full meal." Her tone was doting, like coaxing a little baby.
Feng Qingyu: "..." She pursed her lips. She had been using this loli for a long time and she had a stomachache.
Forget it, eat! It’s not too late to ask him after having a full meal.
The dishes on the table were made with colors, fragrance and flavor. Feng Qingyu had just eaten a few bites, and suddenly stopped and subconsciously swept the dishes on the table: ants climbing the tree, sweet and sour fish, skewers, and Kung Pao chicken...
These dishes shouldn't be available in this era!
She suddenly looked up and stared at Di Shiyin: "This - these dishes..."
These dishes were originally He Xiangwan's specialty dishes, but on the last night of Hyundai, he prepared these for her-
How could Indrama make these? And the dishes are exactly the same as the dishes that night, which is so weird!
"What's wrong with these dishes?" Di Shiyin raised his eyebrows and looked at her with a smile.
Feng Qingyu took a breath: "Did you make these dishes?"
"Of course, why doesn't it suit your taste?" Indra picked up a shrimp ball for her.
"Did someone teach you?" Feng Qingyu didn't give up.
Indra smiled but said nothing. When he raised his hand, a row of red candles were added to the table. The wine in the glass shook slightly, reflected by the swaying candlelight.
Candlelight supper?
Feng Qingyu's heart trembled slightly, and this situation seemed familiar...
She forced a smile: "What day is today? Are you doing so romantic?"
"What do you think?" Indie approached her very close, and her deep eyes were as intoxicating as wine under the candlelight.
A glimmer flashed in Feng Qingyu's eyes, and he shook his head: "I can't guess."
Indra sighed lightly: "Little idiot, today is the anniversary of our 100th day together. Shouldn't we celebrate it?"
"Bang!" The wine glass in Luo Qingyu's hand rolled onto the ground.
Indra smiled slightly, and didn't know where a bouquet of flowers came out: "Baby, I'll give it to you."
Feng Qingyu's pupils shrank suddenly, peony! The big red peony is as rich and passionate as a ball of fire.
"Why - give this?" Everything seemed to be reappearing in the past, and Feng Qingyu's voice was slightly trembling.
"Baby, peony is the king of flowers. Don't you think it's suitable for you?"
He leaned and approached her: "Why, don't you like it?" His tone was very light, as if the spring breeze was blowing on his face.
Feng Qingyu suddenly stood up, her big eyes wide open and rounded: "You...who are you?"