No matter how Fu was in the period, he was not in the mood to do it a second time, and the food at home did not allow him to do it a second time.

He went to ask Mrs. Li to come out for dinner, and he was ready to be scolded.

Who knew that Mrs. Li didn't say anything after she came out, but just said a few words when she saw him take a small bowl to fill Fengzhi's rice.

"My maid does manual work! Who are you going to bring this food for? ”

She went to the bowl rack and took out a large bowl and filled a third of the vegetable porridge in the pot.

Fu Period: "......" can't eat so much, right?

Fu Shi felt that he could eat this bowl for a day.

But in order not to listen to Mrs. Li's nagging, he didn't say anything.

Mrs. Li took a small bowl and filled a few pickle gnocchi, put them in a bamboo basket, and asked Fu Shi to send them to Fengzhi, and then sat down and drank the bowl by herself.

Fu Shi looked back at Mrs. Li step by step, wanting to get some feedback from her.

She didn't say anything but drink porridge silently.

Could it be that the porridge he cooked was just ugly, but it actually tasted good?

Thinking so, Fu Shi breathed a sigh of relief.

It's good if it's not unpalatable, otherwise he really feels a little sorry for Fengzhi.

When Fu Shi arrived in the field, he wondered if he was wrong.

When he left in the morning, he was dumped by others, and after the morning, Fengzhi had already thrown away more than half of everyone.

Looking from the field, he could only see a small figure in the busy, and if he came later, he might not be able to see the figure.

She didn't get tired if she did it so fast!

Before Fu Shi could open his mouth to call her, Feng Zhi had already noticed him and stood up and came towards him.

At noon, the weather is hot, and there is no shady place around, so I basically sit on the ridge and eat.

Fu Shi put the basket on the ground and took out the bowl and chopsticks.

Holding it in both hands, he handed it to Feng Zhi, who had just walked over, "My first time cooking, it may not taste good, you will eat it." ”

His tone was a little dry, and his face didn't know if it was tanned or ashamed, and he blushed a little.

Feng Zhi took it with one hand, and with the other hand, he took off the hat on his head and buckled it back on Fu Shi's head.

The same words were given to him, "Don't get a tan." ”

She sat on the ridge and ate it with a bowl in her hand.

Fu period: "......" he is not black!

He reached out and straightened his hat, crouched down, and whispered, "How's it going?" ”

He is in dire need of recognition now.

Fengzhi paused as he drank porridge, "You didn't eat it yourself?" ”

Fu Shi shook his head, "I'm afraid you're hungry, so I'll send it to you first." ”

This is his true thoughts, after all, she can rest for a while earlier if she sends it over early.

Feng Zhi glanced at a few pieces of pickle gnocchi in another small bowl, poured all the pickles into the bowl, and then poured a bowl of porridge from the big bowl into the small bowl and handed it to Fu Shi.

"Eat."

Fu Shi hesitated, stretched out his hand to take it,

Seeing that Fengzhi finished giving him a meal, Fu Shi stared at the bowl of black, yellow, black and yellow porridge in his hand, and finally mustered up the courage to take a sip.

"Poof...... Ahem!! Fu almost threw up.

How do you describe this taste......

The saltiness is moderate, and it has the fragrance of vegetables, and the taste is actually good.

The problem is that it has a smoky smell of firewood, and it doesn't smell good in an instant!

"You ......" Seeing that Fengzhi seemed to be unaffected at all, Fu Shi was uncomfortable and died.

Hasn't she ever eaten anything good? Can this be eaten?

Not only that, Fengzhi also boasted, "You have a great talent for cooking." ”

Fu Period: "......" If this meal is delicious, he will definitely be happy.

The meal was so unpalatable, she was comforting him by saying this.