"If there are many people, it doesn't necessarily mean it's good." Jiang Shu held up his face and said seriously.
The boatman laughed at her childishness, "Who in this world doesn't want something? If you do, you can give it a try."
Jiang Shu did not answer, but turned to look at the tall man sitting on the deck with no place to rest his legs, "Is there Mr. Fu?"
Fu Shiyan glanced at her, obviously unwilling to answer this question.
She thought to herself and said, "That's right. You are so rich and you don't want anything. There is no need to make a wish. Let me guess, do you want Wensu to be kind to you?"
According to Qingying, this matter has gone crazy in the circle. Wensu hasn't been out for several days, and Wen Yuan is gloating a lot.
The man frowned, "Jiang Shu."
He wasn't angry, but he was already impatient, but he didn't get angry. Being so lukewarm consumed her and made her unsure of her thoughts.
Jiang Shu was a little irritated. He could afford it, but she couldn't afford it.
She couldn't wait to leave.
Unfortunately, the boat rowed slowly, and time passed slowly.
Fu Shiyan didn't know if it was because there were no outsiders in this place that he forced her to stay here. When he had free time, he would go to the art gallery to look at paintings. When he didn't have time, he would lock her in the room and work with him.
After the boat docked, he suddenly became interested again and took her walking through the streets to try Haicheng's unique snacks.
There really weren't many tourists during this season. Most of the shops were closed and the shopkeepers were napping in their rooms. They finally found an open shop, which was cleaned very well. The menus were posted on the wall with clearly marked prices.
Fu Shiyan watched for a while, but Jiang Shu could no longer walk. He took the lead and sat down to order, "Shacha noodles, wheel cakes, and duck with taro paste."
The landlady quickly wrote down and praised in dialect: "The little girl is so good at ordering."
Jiang Shu smiled and replied in dialect: "Local."
The landlady looked at the noble man and asked with her eyes, "What do you want?"
Even though he didn't look big, he subconsciously used the title "you".
Fu Shiyan frowned slightly and looked at the woman who was already sitting in her seat, "Same as her."
These dishes were all desserts. Fu Shiyan never liked sweets, so he tasted them twice and stopped touching them. Jiang Shu ate them with gusto, especially the duck with taro paste, which she took down several chopsticks.
Fu Shiyan mocked: "Has your taste always been so non-vegetarian?"
Jiang Shu raised his eyes, "I didn't realize for a moment that you were talking about people or food, I'm sorry."
His face darkened a little more.
She continued to take down her chopsticks, "I love sweets, and I always feel that eating sweets gives me hope. When I was in school, Lao Jiang often bought them for me. If I did well in my homework, I would eat ice cream, and if I scored double hundred in the exam, I would eat duck with taro paste."
"But Jiang Zhou has never been treated like this, because he is a scumbag." She bit her chopsticks and smiled, thinking of the past time.
Fu Shiyan didn't know how much he had heard. He stood up casually and suddenly said, "I'm going to the bathroom."
The street was winding and not easy to find. The landlady brought him into her house, fearing that he would dislike it and feeling a little embarrassed. When Fu Shiyan came out of the bathroom, he did not leave in a hurry, but took a detour and entered
kitchen.
The landlady was cooking in full swing and the range hood was whirring. Suddenly she saw Fu Shiyan appear and was startled, "Young man, can't you find the way out?"
Fu Shiyan frowned tightly. He took out his mobile phone and scanned the QR code before saying, "Auntie, please make another taro paste duck."