In the end, Feng Gu Qiao was still eating downstairs, and he could be regarded as recognizing that Wu Yanjue's cleanliness was the same as the rejection of other members of the opposite sex around her, and her attitude was resolute.

Feng Gu Qiao pedaled upstairs after eating, without knocking on the door, directly pushed the door in, and saw that there was a small half bowl of porridge left on the bedside table, and his eyebrows twisted into a knot, "Wu Yanjue, you can't eat well when you're sick!" ”

"I can't eat it."

"And what are you eating? You say, I'll get it for you. Feng Gu Qiao looked down at him and said seriously: "You eat so much, and you are sick, you will definitely wake up hungry in the middle of the night, there is never an overnight meal at home, and you don't have anything to eat at that time, are you still going to be hungry?" ”

"You say." Feng Gu Qiao sat on the edge of the bed and looked at the pale young man lying on the bed, "What are you eating?" ”

"I really don't need to, An'an, I just want to sleep now."

Feng Gu Qiao lowered his head and looked at him for a while, before he looked away and said indifferently: "Okay, you can sleep." ”

With that, she got up, picked up the tray, and walked out of Wu Yanjue's room without looking back.

Wu Yanjue glanced sideways at the closed door, couldn't hold back the sleepiness after taking the medicine, and fell asleep groggyly.

Downstairs, the master went upstairs to rest, the living room light was brightly on, the maid had disappeared early, and only the maid who cleaned up the kitchen was still busy.

Seeing Feng Gu Qiao enter the kitchen, the maid hurriedly put down the work in his hand and asked respectfully, "Miss Feng, do you need anything?" ”

Seeing the face of this servant, I thought that it should be to make up for the position of the servant who was expelled once, Feng Gu Qiao smiled at her: "It's okay, you're busy with yours, I'll cook some wontons myself." ”

When the maid heard her say this, her heart instantly lifted, for fear that cooking wontons would bump into this young lady, and she remembered that there was no ready-made refrigerator in the refrigerator, "There is no ready-made in the refrigerator, it needs to be fresh, I will make it for Miss Feng." ”

"No need, I'll make the kind of cash bag, you go down first, I'll clean up after you're done."

After sending the maid, Feng Gu Qiao was busy in the kitchen alone, washing vegetables, cutting meat, grinding stuffing, rolling dough, Feng Gu Qiao did it handy, and after touching it for about an hour, the kitchen was filled with a fresh fragrance.

When she was about to put the boiled wontons in the thermos bucket, Feng Guqiao was stunned in front of the huge kitchen, cooking from time to time, she knew where the seasoning was, but she really didn't know where the thermos bucket was hiding.

was about to rummage through the cupboard from beginning to end, and as soon as he squatted down, Feng Gu suddenly noticed that there was an extra pair of shoes in his sight, and when he looked up, he saw Wu Fuyuan's expressionless and slightly childish face under his gold-rimmed glasses, and couldn't help but raise his eyebrows to look at him, "Why did you come down?" ”

Wu Fuyuan took out a bottle of water from the refrigerator and asked instead of answering, "What are you looking for?" ”

"The insulated bucket."

"Left, above, sixth square."

Feng Gu Qiao glanced at him suspiciously, but decided to rummage through it according to his words, but as soon as he opened the cabinet door, he saw several thermos buckets neatly stacked there, and he was happy: "Xiao Fuyuan, okay, you, you know this." ”

Holding a thermos bucket down, Feng Gu Qiao closed the cabinet door, and just turned around and was about to praise him again, when he found that the kitchen was empty, and there was still Wu Fuyuan's shadow.

The corners of Feng Guqiao's mouth twitched, she originally wanted to ask him if he ate it, but this time she would have to bother cooking more.

Carrying the insulated bucket filled with wontons, Feng Gu Qiao quietly opened Wu Yanjue's door, and when he stepped on his feet, he saw that Wu Yanjue was really asleep.

After lightly putting the thermos bucket on the bedside table in the past, his eyes fell on Wu Yanjue's face that was too good-looking, Feng Gu Qiao bit his lip and hesitated for a moment, but in the end he couldn't resist being fascinated by the color, squatting down and lying on the head of the bed with his hands, looking at him stupidly.