The little brother knew that his joke was not funny enough, so he laughed and turned around and returned to his seat.
"When did Madam learn this craft? It looks impressive. Could it be that she learned it for our Mr. Fu?"
The master started chatting with her.
Zhuo Jian smiled and said, "I learned it just for him. I only learned it when I was very young. Now I am very good at it."
"You look like you know how to cook. As the saying goes, to control a man's heart, you must first control his stomach. You are so smart and smart, no wonder Mr. Fu can't live without you. Isn't he very good in private?
get along?"
The old master also gossiped.
Zhuo Jian smiled politely and said softly, "He is not easy to get along with."
He doesn't express much when he's at home.
There are many...
Eyes?
temperament?
"Young madam, please tell us more about you and Mr. Fu. Everyone wants to know, right?"
"yes."
When one person shouts, the whole kitchen cooperates.
However, the atmosphere is gradually becoming more and more relaxed.
Even Yuan Man and Chang Xia couldn't help laughing.
Zhuo Jian talked about the embarrassing things when they were young, and was very happy making mooncakes.
Zhuo Jian went back upstairs after eight o'clock.
Fu Yanye was still in bed, lying lazily against the bedside, with one hand on the back of his head and the other playing with her mobile phone to watch her come in.
Zhuo Jian thought he was still snoozing. He might have had a headache after drinking too much last night, but she didn't expect that he woke up.
The plate she was holding was immediately put behind her.
"Why don't you go out when you wake up?"
Zhuo Jian asked him a little squeamishly.
Fu Yanye stretched out his long legs and said in a beautiful voice, "Wait for my wife to come and bring me breakfast."
"..."
Zhuo Jian looked at his dark eyes, feeling that he already knew what she was doing.
He bent his thin legs and tried to kneel on the bed, but found that his knees hurt and it was too difficult, so he sat down and brought the plate to him, "Hey."
Fu Yanye raised his eyebrows, "Wow."
"..."
Whoa? What?
Zhuo Jian looked at him curiously.
"As expected."
Fu Yanye threw away her phone, picked up the beautiful heart-shaped mooncake, put it in front of her eyes and looked at it several times, and then her black eyes suddenly shot towards her.
Zhuo Jian's heart skipped a beat.
Fu Yanye narrowed his eyes and asked her, "Just one?"
"A lot has been done."
Zhuo Jian said, placing the plate casually, lying in his arms, looking at the mooncakes in his hand and murmuring, "But this is the most special."
"When I was a child, I liked to give me heart-shaped mooncakes. When I grow up, I still give them this kind."
"Then what do you like?"
Zhuo Jian looked at him curiously and asked.
Fu Yanye looked at her with dark eyes for a moment, then broke open the mooncake and said, "If it's filled with red bean filling, that's OK too."
Only then did Zhuo Jian realize that he still remembered everything.
Fu Yanye put half of it on the plate, broke the other half in half, put one half in his mouth, and the other half in Zhuo Jian's mouth.
It's still red bean paste, but today, the relationship between the two is no longer as awkward as it once was.
No, or should I say, he is not so awkward anymore.
When I was young and I liked someone, I was so nervous. I was so nervous that I didn't know what to do. I wanted to see him but didn't dare to see him every day.
For a while he thought that he might simply hate her.
But I hate why my heart beats so fast?
For many years, he was not sure about their relationship, and then so many things happened, it felt like a past life.
But now...
Fu Yanye lowered his eyes at the woman eating mooncakes and asked her softly: "Is it still sweet?"
"Sweet, but I added 50% sugar to it. How about I make you a sugar-free version next year?"
Zhuo Jian felt that he couldn't eat it so sweet.
Fu Yanye turned around, took the plate behind him, and hugged her, "I can accept it no matter how sweet it is, as long as it's made by you."
I heard that she went there last night, but I didn't expect to go there so early this morning.
Was she like this when she was a child?
In order to make moon cakes for him, I went over and over again.
Fu Yanye hugged her, suddenly feeling like he had found a treasure.
"Jian Jian."
"Um?"
"Don't ever leave me in this life."
He suddenly said softly.
"There is no reason to leave anymore."
Zhuo Jian hugged him and sighed.
At that time, I really wanted to leave because my father went to ask him for help, but he cold-bloodedly ignored me.
But the French Open is back, how can he help?
Once you think about some things, you just let them go.
When he didn't let go, she gave up some of her obsessions.
Zhuo Jian thought of her cell phone in his hand just now and asked him, "Did someone call me just now?"
"No, I checked the time."
Fu Yanye responded to her, lowered his eyes and suddenly kissed her.
Zhuo Jian looked at him with clear eyes, "Don't come."
"What's wrong? Are you scared?"
Fu Yanye murmured ambiguously and kissed her pink skin.
Zhuo Jian muttered: "I'm either afraid or..."
"Aren't you afraid? Just play some more. We won't see you until very late tonight."
Fu Yanye pressed her under his body again.
——
Zhuo Jian's show was at ten o'clock in the evening. Zhuo Jian was a little anxious while waiting. Her phone rang several times. Yuan Man couldn't help but finally took the phone to her and whispered in her ear: "It's my wife. I've already called her."
Several times."
Zhuo Jian, wearing Hanfu, glanced at his vibrating mobile phone, then quietly slipped out of the crowd to answer the phone.
"Jian Jian, oh, why did you answer the phone? Chengcheng has a fever and keeps crying."
"Fever? How high?"
Zhuo Jian's heart tightened, but there was still a glimmer of reason in her mind that made her ask important questions quickly.
"Thirty-nine degrees five, we have been hospitalized, but this child cries when he wakes up and calls his mother. I have no choice but to call you. Are you busy?"
"Busy, no, not busy, you tell me."
Zhuo Jian remembered seeing Fu Yanye holding her mobile phone in the morning. He said at the time that he just checked the time.
It seems not.
And after a while of communication, she also found out that it was true that Wang Yue had called her about Chengcheng in the past two days.
But Fu Yanye didn't say a word to her.
Zhuo Jian's heartbeat accelerated again. Before hanging up the phone, she said seriously: "Mom, I'll book the earliest flight after tonight's show."
"good."
Wang Yue agreed and quickly hung up the phone and went back to the ward to take care of her precious grandson.
Zhuo Jian stood at the window for a long time, unable to recover.
Chengcheng is sick. No wonder she has been uneasy these past few days. It may be because of the heart-to-heart relationship between mother and son.
Zhuo Jian thought, and then immediately opened her mobile phone to search for the fastest flight.
It was too late tonight, but fortunately the elders were all here, and she immediately booked a flight for tomorrow morning.
"Teacher Zhuo."
Someone called her from a distance.
Zhuo Jian raised his eyes and immediately put away his phone, "Here he comes."
The show lasted eight minutes, but when she was hanging Wia, something went wrong and she almost fell off.
Yuan Man and Chang Xia watched from behind and could only tremble.
Fortunately, the show ended and she quickly left the stage after the curtain call.
Yuan Man was concerned about her, "You weren't hurt just now, were you?"