Fu Yichen felt Song Rongchang's inquiring gaze, and he said to Song Rongchang and Li Dahua.

"Uncle, aunt, please get in the car."

Li Dahua said with a smile.

"Eh, I'm sorry you came to pick us up."

"No trouble."

Li Dahua said to Song Rongchang.

"You sit in the front, and Xiaobao and I sit in the back."

Song Rongchang nodded, Fu Yichen had no opinion on this arrangement, and even if he had an opinion, he couldn't say it.

It's the rush hour after work, the road is very congested, Li Dahua was already motion sick, and now seeing so many cars, I feel even more dizzy.

Song Baoxuan took out some oranges from her pocket, peeled off the orange peel and handed it to Li Dahua and said.

"Mother, it will be more comfortable for you to smell the orange peel."

Li Dahua took the orange peel and put it under his nose without pulling a few pieces, Li Dahua couldn't eat anything in the car, otherwise it would be easy to spit out.

Song Baoxuan broke the orange into three parts and handed one to Song Rongchang.

"Daddy, eat oranges."

"Okay, thank you, girl!"

"Fu Yichen, do you eat oranges?"

Song Rongchang said.

"Girl, he's driving and has no hands to eat."

Song Baoxuan handed the orange to Fu Yichen's mouth, Fu Yichen's eyes darkened, and then he ate the orange handed over by Song Baoxuan.

His lips accidentally brushed Song Baoxuan's fingers, and Fu Yichen raised his eyes to see that Song Baoxuan did not react.

Fu Yichen pretended to be calm, but his heart was pounding.

Song Rongchang, who was sitting in the co-pilot, felt that his brain was buzzing, what he meant was that Fu Yichen didn't have the hands to eat, so don't give him food.

Song Rongchang's face was dark, and Song Baoxuan asked when he saw it.

"Dad, what's wrong with you? Uncomfortable? ”

"It's okay, it's just stuffy."

"Then Dad, open the window to breathe!"

Fu Yichen's tongue swept over his teeth, and the scent of oranges made him very happy.

"Uncle, I'll open the window for you."

Fu Yichen opened the window on Song Rongchang's side, and Song Rongchang said again.

"It's better to close it, it blows my head."

"Okay."

Song Rongchang glanced at Fu Yichen and felt that his heart was even more blocked.

Fu Yichen was a little hairy behind Song Rongchang's eyes, and he didn't know where he made Song Rongchang unhappy.

Fu Yichen asked.

"Uncle, what flavor do you like? Can you eat spicy? ”

"Yes."

"Okay."

The private dish that Fu Yichen chose looks pretty good, at least the decoration is Song Baoxuan's favorite style.

Fu Yichen subconsciously helped Song Baoxuan pull open the stool and said.

"Song Baoxuan, sit here!"

"Okay, thank you!"

Song Rongchang stared at Fu Yichen several times, but Fu Yichen did not rush to sit next to Song Baoxuan, so Song Rongchang was relieved.

Song Baoxuan They all like to eat spicy, Fu Yichen usually eats spicy, but he orders spicy food, and he also orders a soup, otherwise he is afraid that he will be too spicy to stand it.

Fu Yichen asked Song Rongchang.

"Uncle, are you going to drink?"

"Don't drink it."

Song Baoxuan felt that the pork ribs in this house were very delicious, but this ribs were a little far away from her, and the table could not be turned.

Every time she clamps the ribs, she has to get up slightly.

Song Rongchang noticed it, so he sandwiched two ribs for Song Baoxuan.

"Girl, dad will help you clip."

"Well, thank you, Dad!"

Fu Yichen got up and put the plate of pork ribs in front of Song Baoxuan.

He didn't say anything, but Song Rongchang felt that he was being compared to Fu Yichen.

Song Rongchang sighed when he saw Li Dahua, who was eating deliciously.

Song Baoxuan thought that she still had to ask Fu Yichen about renting a house, and she saw that the soup in Fu Yichen's bowl was empty, so she said very earnestly.

"Fu Yichen, I'll help you serve a bowl of soup."

"Okay, thank you!"

Fu Yichen handed the bowl to Song Baoxuan, and Song Baoxuan helped him make most of the bowl of soup.

He took a sip and felt much better than the bowl of soup he had just had.

Song Rongchang's face darkened, and he also handed the bowl to Song Baoxuan and said.

"Girl, dad also wants to drink soup."

Li Dahua glanced at Song Rongchang's bowl and a small half bowl of soup, and she said.

"You haven't finished the soup in your bowl yet!"

Song Rongchang raised his head and drank the soup in the bowl in one gulp.

"After drinking, girl, you can serve a bowl of soup to your father."

Li Dahua felt that Song Rongchang was a little weird, so he said.

"You don't have hands, what are you calling Xiaobao?"

Song Rongchang stared at Fu Yichen's hand next to him, this person also has hands, why do you want your daughter to serve soup?