Hearing this, Qin Feiyu curled the corners of her lips, and she had to admit that Fu Jingye's compliments did make her very useful.

When she was young, she had cooked so many meals for Yu Chenyi, and the other party never gave her a word of praise, not even words of encouragement.

Her mood got better inexplicably, and her voice was unconsciously gentle, "Go wash your hands, I'll serve dinner!" ”

Fu Jingye hummed, lowered his head and kissed her on the neck, and then left the kitchen and went to the bathroom.

……

The time when the two of them are alone is always quiet, warm, and beautiful, Fu Jingye really has very low requirements for eating, Qin Feiyu found this, Fu Jingye doesn't particularly like to eat, and there are no particularly hateful dishes, basically whatever she does, the other party eats, which makes her feel a little embarrassed.

When Fu Jingye ate the second bowl, he saw Qin Feiyu staring at him all the time, and couldn't help but joke, "Just watch me be able to fill my stomach?" ”

Qin Feiyu glanced at him, took two bites of rice, and couldn't help asking, "What do you like to eat?" ”

Fu Jingye said indifferently, "Anything is fine, I'm not a picky eater." ”

When Qin Fei heard this, he couldn't help frowning, "There will always be a few dishes that you particularly like to eat, right?" ”

Fu Jingye looked at her, curled the corners of his lips, and said slowly, "You just want to understand me like that?" ”

"Yes!"

Qin Feiyu admitted very directly and frankly, "You know all my likes, but I don't know anything about you, to be honest, I always feel like there are a lot of things between me and you." ”

In the depths of her heart, she always felt that she couldn't get close to him, and she always felt that his heart seemed to be separated by a layer of copper and iron walls, and no one wanted to peek into what was inside.

Fu Jingye lowered his eyes, pursed the corners of his lips, and was silent for a long time before saying, "I really don't have any special favorite dishes, when I was a child, for me, as long as I could eat a full meal, I felt quite satisfied, I don't like to waste food, what to eat, if I have to say what I particularly like......"

Having said this, he paused, raised his head and looked deeply into Qin Feiyu's eyes, and said softly, "The millet porridge you cooked for me last time, this is the best tasting food in my memory." ”

The words were very warm, but Qin Feiyu listened to them sadly, she didn't even realize that she should hide her emotions, looking at Fu Jingye's eyes, soft and complicated, and even more pity.

Fu Jingye was pleased by her expression, raised his eyebrows, and teased, "What, it's distressed?" ”

Qin Feiyu didn't deny it, looked at him, and asked softly, "You...... When you were a child, did you have a hard time? ”

Fu Jingye was stunned, put a piece of pork ribs into her bowl, and scooped a bowl of pork rib soup by himself, his expression was not very concerned, "It's okay!" At that time, I was hungry and full every day, and for me, it didn't make a difference, so I didn't feel bitter. ”

At that time, his mother was a woman who had to raise his and his younger brother's two children, and also provided for them to go to school, how could life not be bitter, but he was hard, and he got used to it, his mother was already hard to raise him, how could he bear to ask for more?

After hearing this, Qin Feiyu felt more and more distressed, looking at Fu Jingye, his face became bitter.

Fu Jingye couldn't help but feel funny, but in his heart, it was like being covered with cotton, warm, hot, it turned out that being distressed was like this!

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