“Qingqing…” Upon being nominated by her, Fu Jue raised his clear and bright blue eyes, his expression a mixture of joy and surprise.

He was clearly flattered, not expecting that she still remembered him. He had been worried that they would become estranged because they hadn't seen each other for three months.

But it's not her fault; it's because he hasn't come to China to see her for so long.

Having been away from Italy for so long, the Fu Group had a lot of work piled up, waiting for him to handle.

In addition, since Grandpa Fu really enjoyed traveling around with his grandson, he, as the only grandson and relative, had no choice but to accompany Grandpa Fu on his travels.

"snort!"

Watching Fu Jue feed his younger sister, Gu Mu was unhappy. Millet porridge was nowhere near as delicious as his mint porridge. His sister was too kind; she only ate millet porridge to consider Fu Jue's feelings.

"It's delicious, Master Fu. Did you cook this millet porridge?" Gu Qingqing said as soon as she opened her mouth, and only stopped after eating seven or eight bites.

It was a bit difficult to swallow.

It's really not very tasty.

Actually, the taste was just so-so, and she also felt that the millet porridge had a slightly burnt taste.

She was lying through her teeth, because if she didn't praise his millet porridge, he would never cook for her again.

However, she couldn't say it outright, for fear of hurting his feelings.

"Yes, I cooked it. I'm glad you like it." Fu Jue didn't notice anything unusual about her. He just thought she was praising him, and his mood instantly became wonderful, like fireworks exploding in the sky.

"Mmm, delicious, I'm going to finish it." Gu Qingqing took a deep breath and finished the remaining half bowl of millet porridge in two or three bites. She then drank half a cup of water before her sense of taste slowly returned.