Doctor Fu's trap is too gentle

dislike?

How dare they!
Fu Shubai withdrew his gaze coldly, "Then continue eating."

Qin Xianjiang and Xie Meiren immediately lowered the corners of their mouths. If they had known that Brother Fu's cooking was so unpalatable, they would not have come here if they were beaten to death!
Meng Qingqing kept silent, and secretly dropped the chopsticks into Aunt Li's dish.

Her family, Dr. Fu, wanted to cook on a whim, so it's not easy to hit her.

Seeing that Fu Shubai's dishes were disgusted to death, Aunt Li walked over holding back a smile, "I see there is still some food in the kitchen, how about I go and cook some for you?"

"Thank you Mrs. Li!" Everyone burst into tears with joy.

Fu Shubai glanced at everyone, and finally his eyes secretly stayed on Meng Qingqing's face for a moment, and he walked into the study.

Gu Shaogui laughed, "Qingqing, go and comfort Xiaobai."

As he spoke, the others laughed.

Dr. Fu, who is perfect in everything, can cook such unpalatable dishes, it makes people laugh and cry just thinking about it.

Meng Qingqing sighed, and resigned herself to persuade the beaten Dr. Fu.

Fu Shubai was in the study, smoking a cigarette, without even turning on the light, it was dark, only the weak light from his mobile phone could barely see his blurred handsome face.

After Meng Qingqing walked in, he raised his head, then lowered it sullenly.

"What's the matter?" She frowned and snatched the cigarette from his mouth, "Why are you smoking again, and you are not allowed to smoke in the future."

Isn't it just a bit difficult to cook?

It is necessary to be so depressed, as if he missed a big order of [-] million. In fact, even if he missed a few hundred million, his brows would not frown.

"Is the food I cooked delicious?" Fu Shubai was taken away from the cigarette, he didn't say anything, he just looked up into her eyes, as if he wanted to see her into his bones.

"It's... not bad." Meng Qingqing would not despise people who cook bad food at all, because she herself can't cook.

Fu Shubai turned cold for a moment, "You lied to me, Meng Qingqing, what you are saying now is not honest at all!"

Meng Qingqing: "..."

If it doesn't let her say it's okay, what else can I say?Do you want her to say that the food you cook is really unpalatable? Meng Qingqing was able to say that without pressure before, but now, seeing him learning how to cook so seriously, she can't say those words anymore.

Uncle Fu's eyebrows were light, and his head was lowered.

silence.

Meng Qingqing didn't speak either.

After a long time, he finally said suddenly, "Meng Qingqing, is what you said the night before yesterday true?"

Meng Qingqing was caught off guard by his question.

Not really is it still boiled?

"Meng Qingqing, there will always be a gap between me and you. I am older than you, and my cooking is not as good as Lu Lisheng's. There are still many things that I can't tell you. Most importantly, we are not in the same world. I don’t have anything to talk about.” Fu Shubai laughed softly, leaning back, his entire face was sunk in the darkness, and he couldn’t see the emotion on his face at all.

Meng Qingqing was taken aback.

Fu Shubai's voice drifted away, "Meng Qingqing, I hope you didn't just talk about what you said the night before yesterday, because——I didn't just listen to it."

Meng Qingqing was in a daze, not knowing what he meant.

When is she casual?wrong!Since when is she a random person?

Both of them were silent for a long time, the atmosphere was quiet, after a while, Fu Shubai continued to speak, his voice seemed to be somewhat hoarse and difficult.