"Hmm. I must earn money to support Xiaoyun~"

The man's eyes were gentle, shimmering with tiny golden stars in the warm yellow light.

Fu Ji's hand unconsciously touched the top of the young man's head, and he came to a "touch the head to kill".

"Brother, try the chicken soup I made~"

"Stir-fried chicken!"

When Shi Yun just walked in the door, he thought that the things in his hand were heavy, so he put the things on the first table after entering the door, and then ran over there to bring his thermos cup over.

"Chicken soup?"

Fu Ji raised his eyebrows, he didn't expect that the young man really boiled soup for himself, and he was happy in his heart.

"Well, I promised my brother."

As a qualified boss, you must do what you promise to your little wife.

(*•̀ᴗ•́*)و ̑̑

Shi Yun bent his arms, surrounded the thermos bucket, and put his hands on the wall of the cup, and ran all the way over.

What fell into Fu Yu's eyes was the well-behaved young baby holding a heavily wrapped thermos bucket and trotting happily all the way.

With the pace of the teenager, Fu Ji himself also unconsciously moved forward with the footsteps of the teenager, only hoping to come to the teenager earlier.

The young man held his plain white little face high, his big round eyes were moist and crystalline, sparkling, and he hugged the thermos bucket tightly like Fengbao, with a small expression of "I am not great, come and praise me".

"Is it heavy?"

The man spread out his hands and stretched out his slender fingers to take the thermos bucket in Shi Yun's hand, for fear that the thermos bucket would crush the young man's hand.

It's really afraid of falling off, and I'm afraid of melting.

The corners of the man's mouth are smiling, his eyes are warm and clear, and there is a soft glutinous texture that can only be found when he meets the little man in front of him.

"It's not heavy, phew... Heavy! ”

"It's so heavy~"

As a qualified boss, you must learn to pretend to be weak!

Otherwise, how can you trick your little wife home?

(*•̀ᴗ•́*)و ̑̑

Shi Yun quickly frowned, puffed out his mouth, looked melancholy, and shook his hands playfully to prove the truth of his words.

Where did Fu Ji know the careful thinking of a certain little poke and poke, so he reluctantly came to touch his head again, and then cooperated with the role of his own drama spirit children, and pinched the hand of a certain drama spirit that was not sore.

"Well, Xiao Yun has worked hard~"

"It's okay, it's okay, it's not hard~"

#配合你演戏的我要积极配合#

#自己的媳妇儿戏精怎么办? #

#宠着#

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The chicken broth was poured from the thermos bucket to the bowl, and the white heat was steaming and enveloping the two people.

A bowl of yellow soup is dotted with more than a dozen red wolfberries, and the oily oil floats on the surface, which looks not only not greasy, but very nourishing.

The yellow of the soup, the bright red of the wolfberries, the deep red of the red dates, and the white and yellow of the chicken are intertwined and look very tempting.

Tempting the taste buds and tempting to try.

The aroma of the emanation came with the steaming white air, like a wisp of weightless smoke that rose lightly and sent to the sky.

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Fu Yu took a sip under the young man's expectant eyes.

"Is it good?"

Shi Yun's eyes widened in anticipation.

"Hmm."

"It's delicious."

Fu Yu nodded again and again, and directly drank all the beige chicken soup in the bowl to prove that he was not lying.

"Drink another bowl~"

"Hmm."

Fu Ji is like a good baby, Shi Yun can drink as much as he pours.

Shi Yun eats as much meat as he wants.

Shi Yun fished what he ate.

When you eat a clean bowl, only oil stains are left on the walls of the bowl.

The advantage of being a good baby is that Fu Ji enjoys the thoughtful wiping of the teenager after feeding.

"I'll wipe it!"

"I'll wipe it!"

"I'll come~~"