Tang Wanlai's experience in living abroad for several years allowed her to do this kind of necessary skills in life well.

Aunt Yun originally thought that she was just a hand, but it turned out that she didn't need help at all.

Two dishes and one soup, Tang Wanlai quickly got it. When she was putting on the plate at the end, Aunt Yun quietly left the kitchen.

Tang came to serve the meal, only to find that he couldn't find the spoon. As soon as she opened the cupboard, there was a sound of footsteps behind her, and she naturally thought it was Aunt Yun: "Auntie, where is the spoon?"

She didn't wait for an answer, and when she turned around, she found that it was Fu Changfeng, and Aunt Yun, she had long been out of sight in the kitchen.

Fu Changfeng stood by the door, leaning, "Miss Tang's adaptability is quite strong. ”

Hearing that he said this on purpose, Tang Wanlai was a little flustered but still very calm.

She took off her apron and smiled, "I'm thanking Mr. Fu." ”

Fu Changfeng walked towards her lightly, and walked in front of her without stopping until he touched the tip of her shoe.

Behind Tang Wanlai was the cooking table, and she was blocked by Fu Changfeng in front of her, and she couldn't guess what he meant. In a panic, he put his backhand on the table and lowered his head slightly, "Isn't Mr. Fu hungry, I've drunk so much wine on an empty stomach and I'm so hungry now." ”

"Miss Tang, it's your own wine. ”

Tang Wanlai nodded, cheeky, "Then Mr. Fu can be kind enough to keep me for a meal, I will have a stomachache if I don't eat again." ”

Fu Changfeng raised his eyebrows, raised his hand over her head and opened the cupboard.

The sound of two clinking, the sound of spoons clinking together.

Fu Changfeng turned to leave.

Tang Wanlai shrugged his shoulders and followed out with a plate.

Sitting down opposite Fu Changfeng, Tang Wanlai consciously put the dinner plate in front of him, bent his eyes and smiled at him, and began to bow his head to eat.

There was almost no sound of the two of them eating, and Aunt Yun was waiting not far away, taking out her mobile phone while Fu Changfeng was not paying attention.

She pretended to be playing with her phone, but in fact she was secretly recording a video with a smile on her face.

Fu Changfeng felt that something was wrong with an unintentional glance, "Aunt Yun, what are you doing?"

Aunt Yun was very calm, "My grandson just sent me a video, I'm watching it." ”

“？”

Fu Changfeng was about to say something again, Tang Wanlai pushed a bowl of soup over, "Mr. Fu taste it." ”

The young girl held her hands and her eyes were clear, as if waiting for his evaluation.

Fu Changfeng put down his chopsticks and didn't blink his eyes, "I don't like it, are you done eating?" I'll ask the driver to send you back." ”

Tang Wanlai slowly put down her hand, although she couldn't help but feel a faint loss in her heart, but there was really no reason to stay any longer, otherwise the things would be against her, wouldn't the gains outweigh the losses.

She was swept away, and she was rarely treated with such an attitude, and in front of Fu Changfeng, she still barely smiled.

"See you next time. ”

Tang Wanlai said goodbye to Aunt Yun, and then finally said to Fu Changfeng: "Mr. Fu, the class of Reading One ......"

Fu Changfeng's back was indifferent, "Say it again." ”

Aunt Yun didn't speak, and after Tang Wan came and left, she pretended to speak casually while cleaning up: "Sir, is Miss Tang going to teach Miss Nianyi to paint?"

"Hmm. ”

"Ouch, Miss Tang is not used to the things in the kitchen at home, and she accidentally burned her hands when cooking, it looks so serious, I don't know if it will affect it." ”

Aunt Yun deliberately read it to Fu Changfeng, and secretly went to see Fu Changfeng's reaction, but she didn't see anything.

Fu Changfeng pulled out a chair and was about to go upstairs, when he suddenly thought that when Tang Wan came to serve him soup, his index finger was a big red piece.

With a blank face, he went up the stairs and stopped again, "Aunt Yun." ”

"Hey. ”

"You seem to like her very much?" his tone was so soft that it was impossible to guess what it meant.

Aunt Yun was afraid that he would see something, so she lowered her head and cleaned up the dishes and chopsticks without looking at him, "I just don't think Miss Tang is like a delicate girl, and her personality is quite good." ”

Fu Changfeng didn't answer, turned around and continued upstairs.

It's not a good habit to be different from others, and it's not a good habit to be too familiar with self-assertion.