On the day of the blind date, I got a license with the president and my boss

"Many people are not necessarily good." Jiang Shu held his face and said seriously.

The boatman laughed at her childishness, "Who doesn't want something in life? If you have something, you can try it."

Jiang Shu didn't answer, but turned to look at the tall man sitting on the deck with nowhere to put his legs, "Is Mr. Fu there?"

Fu Shiyan glanced at her, obviously unwilling to answer this question.

She said to herself, "That's right. You are so rich. You don't need to make a wish. Let me guess, you want to ask Wen Su well?"

According to Qing Ying, the rumors about this matter have gone crazy in the circle, Wen Su hasn't gone out for a few days, and Wen Yuan is not less gloating.

The man frowned, "Jiang Shu."

He wasn't angry, but he was already impatient, but he didn't get angry, so lukewarm consumed her, making her uncertain.

Jiang Shu was a little irritable, he could afford it, but she couldn't.

She couldn't wait to go.

But the boat rowed slowly, and the time passed slowly.

Fu Shiyan didn't know if he forced her to stay here because there were no outsiders in this place. When he was free, he would go to the art gallery to look at paintings, and when he was not free, he would lock her in the room and work with him.

When the boat docked, he suddenly became interested again, and took her to walk around the streets, looking for Haicheng's unique snacks to taste.

There are really no tourists in this season. Most of the shops are closed, and the shopkeepers are dozing in their rooms. They finally found a shop that is open. It has been cleaned and the menu is posted on the wall with clearly marked prices.

Fu Shiyan looked at it for a while, Jiang Shu couldn't walk anymore, so he sat down first to order, "Sand tea noodles, wheel cakes, and taro duck."

The proprietress quickly wrote it down, boasting in dialect: "The little girl is so good at ordering."

Jiang Shu smiled and replied in dialect: "Local."

The proprietress looked at the noble man and asked with her eyes, "What do you want?"

Obviously it doesn't look too big, but subconsciously used the title "you".

Fu Shiyan frowned slightly, looked at the woman who was already sitting in the seat, "Same as her."

These dishes were all desserts. Fu Shiyan never liked sweets, so he stopped touching them after a couple of bites, but Jiang Shu ate them with relish, especially the mashed taro duck. She dropped several chopsticks.

Fu Shiyan mocked: "Has your taste always been so meaty?"

Jiang Shu raised his eyes, "I didn't realize for a while that you were talking about people or food, I'm sorry."

His face darkened again.

She continued to use her chopsticks, "I love sweets, and I always feel that eating sweets is the only way to look forward to. When I was in school, Lao Jiang would often buy them for me. I would eat ice cream if I got an A in homework, and taro duck if I got double hundred in the exam."

"But Jiang Zhou has never been treated like this, because he is a scumbag." She bit her chopsticks and smiled, thinking of the old days,

Fu Shiyan didn't know how much he listened to. He casually got up suddenly: "I'm going to the bathroom."

The street was winding and winding, and it was not easy to find. The proprietress brought him into her home, fearing that he would dislike him, and she was a little embarrassed.When Fu Shiyan came out of the bathroom, he did not leave in a hurry, but made a detour and entered the kitchen.

The proprietress was cooking in full swing, and the range hood was whistling, when she suddenly saw Fu Shiyan appearing, she was startled, "Young man, can you not find the way out?"

Fu Shiyan frowned very tightly. He took out his mobile phone and scanned the QR code before saying, "Auntie, please make another taro duck."