"What's wrong?!" Fu Sheng asked as he took the chicken soup from Qing Shi. "Is there any problem?!"

Ji Yuqi said: "I ate chicken soup three times a day, which made me so irritated that I started to break out in acne."

"Miss Ji, this chicken is the Fu family's medicinal chicken. Eating it will help wounds heal." Qing Shi saw that Ji Yuqi didn't want to drink the chicken soup, so he couldn't help but interrupt.

Originally, Ji Yuqi wanted to say one more thing: The chicken that the Pei family stewed for her every day is also medicinal chicken. If she eats too much medicinal chicken, will she be over-nourished?

But before she could say anything, Qing Shi added, "My cousin got up before dawn this morning and made chicken soup for you. Not only did he make it himself, he even plucked every hair from the chicken himself. If you don't drink it, you'll be truly sorry for his kindness."

Ji Yuqi was shocked when he heard this.

This chicken soup was cooked by Fu Sheng himself?!

Although the Fu family had just moved into the imperial capital not long ago, according to the strict hierarchy system of the Fu family, it was not difficult to see that the Fu family was of high status.

As the head of the family, he actually personally made chicken soup for her?!

"I want to eat the chicken soup my cousin made, but he won't even let me smell it, Miss Ji..." Qing Shi wanted to say something else, but was glared back by Fu Sheng's cold eyes.

Qing Shi could only curl his lips.

"Then what do you want to eat?!" Fu Sheng asked.

He asked Qing Shi to open all the thermoses: "I didn't know what you like to eat, so I made a little more."

"Did you make all these dishes yourself?!" Ji Yuqi asked.

Fu Sheng replied, "Well, I showed off a little bit."

After hearing this, Ji Yuqi felt like laughing.

I originally thought that the dishes cooked by Fu Sheng were just barely acceptable and not bad to eat.

As a result, when Qing Shi placed the thermoses one by one on the small table in front of her, Ji Yuqi was a little dumbfounded.

Not only is it exquisite, but it also tastes great.

While Ji Yuqi was eating with chopsticks in big mouthfuls, he did not forget to praise Fu Sheng's cooking skills.

"Are you sure you didn't lie to me and made all of it yourself?! Mr. Fu, your cooking is even better than mine."

"Then eat more."

"Chicken soup is delicious too. I already drank two big bowls. Will my face be covered with pimples tomorrow?"

Fu Sheng: "Drink another bowl and there will be a reward."

"What reward?!" Ji Yuqi suddenly raised his head and asked curiously.

A faint smile appeared in Fu Sheng's dark eyes: "You will know when you finish drinking it."

Ji Yuqi hesitated for a moment, then lowered his head and drank the chicken soup that Fu Sheng had just pushed in front of him in one gulp.

"I've finished drinking." Ji Yuqi raised the empty bowl in his hand.

When Fu Sheng smiled, his neat and white teeth were exposed. It happened to be noon, and there was golden sunlight by the window. His smile blended into the light, and was particularly eye-catching.

Fu Sheng raised his eyebrows and signaled Qing Shi to give the only unopened thermos to Ji Yuqi.

The moment he unscrewed it, he saw a delicate strawberry cake inside. Ji Yuqi's eyes lit up: "Strawberry cake?! Mr. Fu, why did you prepare a small dessert for me after dinner?! How thoughtful of you! If you came to see me every day, I would definitely get fat to death..."

Fu Sheng didn't say anything.

He just looked at Ji Yuqi with a faint smile on his face.

Yesterday, when Qing Shi came to the hospital, she said she had no appetite and couldn't eat. Didn't he prepare the cake out of concern that she wouldn't be able to eat?!

It's also good to eat a small piece of cake.

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