Although Fu Chayue had some thoughts of his own in his heart, in fact, before the Lantern Festival the following year, the opportunities for the two to meet in the household were actually only a few.

Only when Fuchayue made snacks for Fucha Fu Qing to bring over, he would occasionally see Hongqing.

But Hongqing also had a lot of things to do in the past, and not every time Fuchayue went, he was able to see Hongqing. Of course... I met four or five times in total.

Once, Hongqing secretly left some of the hibiscus cakes made by Wanwan and brought them to the household department, ready to take them to Fuchayue.

"Fu Qing." Hongqing saw that it was not early, and it was basically time to go down. Some of the older officials had already packed their things and were ready to leave. However, Fu Chayue didn't seem to have any intention of coming.

Speaking of which, Hongqing actually has the habit of quietly paying attention to Fuchayue coming to the household. For the most part, it's when the weather is clear and the sky is cloudless. The sky is clear and beautiful, and it really makes you want to go out.

"What's wrong?" Fu Qingzheng was bored reading the official document, yawned, and prepared to leave.

Recently, the year has come to an end, and things are very cumbersome. In addition to the things he should do, he also has to help with chores, and he is simply too busy. Today, I'm going to go back and rest early.

"Is your sister here today?" Hongqing remembered the hibiscus cake she brought, and decided to ask.

He really didn't believe in Fucha Fu Qing. This guy is really unreliable. If you don't give it to Fuchayue in person, you don't know that Fucha Fu Qing won't eat it secretly in private.

The hibiscus cakes made by Eniang taste much better than the dim sum of those dim sum shops outside.

"What do you do with this? Whether my sister is here or not, what's your business! ”

Although Fucha Fu Qing still slightly recognized Hongqing in his heart. But when Hongqing asked about this, he couldn't help but be vigilant. The so-called weasel to the chicken New Year's greetings, that is uneasy and kind.

Wait a minute... It's true that Hongqing is a weasel, but his sister... That's definitely not that or anything. His description doesn't seem to be too appropriate. Should... How can you describe it better?

"What do you think?" Hongqing looked at Fucha Fu Qing's expression, and knew that he must be secretly slandering again, and he didn't bother to talk to him so much, so he said directly: "There is something for her!" ”

"What's that?" Fucha Fu Qing asked, and couldn't help but be more vigilant. Could it be that this iron tree has bloomed, and he really likes his sister? Is this a token of love?

That's not going to work! How can you secretly make a love in private? It's better to marry Ming Media.

"..."It doesn't seem good that the Ming media is marrying. Fucha Fu Qing thought about his sister's marriage, and seemed to feel sad.

"A box of snacks." Hongqing looked at Fucha Fu Qing who looked like he would not give up at all without getting to the bottom of it, so he still decided to talk to him and said, "Doesn't your sister sometimes send snacks over?" ”

"I ate some along with me. In fact, my mother's dim sum is also delicious, I think I can't just eat it myself, I should also report back to others, right? I don't know how to do it myself, but my mother made it, and I didn't want to eat it yesterday, so I secretly hid some of it. ”

"I was going to give it to your sister with my own hands. But I don't mean anything else, I just don't think it's appropriate to hand it over to you. Who knows if you're so greedy, will you steal it for me halfway? ”

"So, don't overthink it!"

After Hongqing finished speaking, he took out the food box he had hidden aside.

Fucha Fu Qing looked at it, and immediately sneered and said, "In your mind, am I actually such a person?" It's just a snack, and I promise to deliver it to my sister. ”

Fortunately, it's not a token of love. If it was just a normal snack, it wouldn't be much for him to help.

"Then I'll leave that to you." Hongqing looked at Fucha Fu Qing's chiseled appearance, and handed over the things to him.

On this day, after Fucha Fu Qing went back, he took the food box in his hand and went directly to his sister. The footsteps were fast, but they stopped directly under the verandah outside.

He seemed to suddenly remember something. The food box was in his hands, and he hadn't even had time to check it. Hongqing, that guy said it was a snack, what if there was something else in it?

This guy has always been very cunning, and there is a good chance that he would do such a thing.

Thinking so, Fucha Fu Qing went to the verandah on the side and sat down, and opened the food box. As a result, I saw a stack of delicate pastries. It is exactly what Hongqing said, hibiscus cake.

"It's really a snack." Fucha Fu Qing suddenly felt that he was living the belly of a gentleman with the heart of a villain.

Immediately, Fucha Fu Qing was ready to cover the lid of the food box, and then took it to his sister.

Fucha Fu Qing, who had just covered the lid and stood up, seemed to suddenly remember that something was wrong and there was a problem. Wait, he should have tasted the snack first.

Who knows if there's anything in mind for this point? If my sister doesn't eat well, it's his negligence!

Yes, that's right. It's definitely not because he smells the sweet taste of those dim sum and looks delicious.

Thinking so, Fucha Fu Qing returned to the position just now and opened the lid of the food box again. Without hesitation, he reached out and took out a piece of dim sum and looked at it carefully.

The dim sum is the same as I imagined, white and tender, and it looks very delicious. The smell is also fragrant.

After taking a bite, the rich fragrance of dim sum filled the corners of his mouth, and Fucha Fu Qing was almost stunned. I have to admit that Hongqing is definitely not exaggerating when he says that the dim sum made by his mother is delicious.

He certainly likes his sister's dim sum, and he also thinks his sister's dim sum is delicious. But in fact, Fucha Fu Qing still knows, and this is because he likes his sister.

But... Hongqing's description of dim sum is not mixed with the slightest exaggeration.

This hibiscus cake is definitely the best dim sum he has ever eaten since he grew up.

Half an hour later, when Fucha Fu Qing, who was in a trance, came back to his senses, he suddenly found when he looked at the snack box placed next to him... These pieces of dim sum were eaten by themselves before they knew it.

It's over, it's over... Finished eating.

"Brother, what are you doing here?"