Chapter 128 Fu Quezhou, let’s talk

Su Yumian looked expressionlessly at the rice rolls handed to him. The rice rolls were filled with plenty of ingredients and even came with chili sauce, but he did not reach out to take them immediately.

His gaze moved from the rice noodle rolls to Fu Quezhou's shirt cuffs stained with rice paste, and his fingers that were slightly red from repeated practice. A very fast and complex emotion flashed in his eyes.

But he quickly suppressed this complicated emotion.

Then, the eyes returned to their previous frozen state.

Xiao Hui was enjoying his meal at the side. Seeing Su Yumian standing there motionless with food in his mouth, he mumbled, "Brother, hurry up and eat. It's rare for the boss to be so generous today. It would be a shame not to eat."

Hearing this, Fu Quezhou's heart began to lift. His hand holding the food box tightened slightly, and his fingertips turned white.

He was afraid that Su Yumian would directly refuse, making even his tiny contribution meaningless.

Su Yumian was silent for a few seconds, and finally said nothing, taking the food box with an expressionless face.

But he didn't open it and eat it immediately like Xiaohui and the others did. Instead, he put it on the table and turned around to pack the utensils for selling fish later.

The small flame that had just ignited in Fu Quezhou's eyes dimmed again because of his action.

He knew that Su Yumian had a thorn in her heart, which could not be removed by just this little bit of compensation.

But he quickly cheered up. At least, Mianmian was not lost on the spot.

This is progress, no matter how small it is.

Old Man Chen and Father Su saw all this, sighed silently, and lowered their heads to eat their rice rolls.

It tasted really good, but they ate it with some concern.

After a while, Xiao Hui finished eating, took out a tissue and wiped his mouth while saying:

"But honestly, the taste seems a little different from what the boss usually makes. The sauce seems a little lighter, and the rice wrapper is a little thick...but the ingredients are really generous."

Upon hearing this, Fu Quezhou's body stiffened slightly. He hummed awkwardly without further explanation.

Su Yumian, who was packing his things, paused when he heard this, but still did not turn around.

In the next few days, Fu Quezhou went to the rice noodle shop before dawn every day to learn and make it.

He didn't make too much, just four or five servings every morning, and then continued the same the next morning.

After a few days, even the boss became curious. At first, he thought Fu Quezhou came here to learn how to open a store or something, but it didn't look like that.

That day, Fu Quezhou was chased back after delivering the fish. Just as he parked the tricycle, there was a sudden thunder in the clear sky.

He looked up at the sky. The sun was still shining brightly in the sky, but thunder rumbled several times in succession.

At this time, the sound of the weather forecast on TV came from the room.

"...Jiaozhou is expected to have a typhoon landfall in the next three days, with rainfall expected to reach 90%. Citizens are advised to take precautions."

At this time, Old Man Chen came out of the house and came to the yard. Seeing that Fu Quezhou had returned, he called out, "Little Fu, help me put the dried fish into the house. The weather has changed so quickly."

"good."

Fu Quezhou helped to put the dried fish into the house, and Su's father also came out to help.

But just as the dried fish was brought into the house, the sky, which was originally sunny, suddenly became covered with dark clouds.

Immediately afterwards, raindrops as big as beans fell down, crackling.

Fu Quezhou picked up the two umbrellas hanging on the wall and rushed out the door.

Old man Chen was startled and called out hurriedly, "Xiao Fu, where are you going?"

However, Fu Quezhou turned a deaf ear, ran to the car in the rain, started the car and drove towards the market.

As we drove on the road, the rain was getting heavier and heavier. Even with the wipers in third gear, we still couldn't see the road ahead clearly.

But this did not stop his determination to go to Su Yumian.

It was only a half-hour drive, but because of the heavy rain, it took us a full hour to get there.

After the car stopped, he got out with an umbrella and ran towards Su Yumian. In an instant, he was soaked.

Seeing him holding an umbrella but not using it, Xiao Hui was both angry and amused and asked, "Are you stupid? You have an umbrella but you don't use it and just get caught in the rain?"

Fu Quezhou finally realized that he was only thinking about preventing Su Yumian from getting wet, but he forgot about himself.

He handed one of the umbrellas to Xiaohui and said, "A typhoon is coming. I'll take you back."

Xiao Hui took the umbrella, glanced at Su Yumian who was packing, and said, "I heard that we have to clean up here first before we can leave."

"Okay, hurry up then."

Fu Quezhou also joined in because there were still some fish that had not been sold and needed to be caught and put into a deeper fish pond.

Since we didn’t bring the equipment by tricycle, we couldn’t take it back and had to hide it.

The three of them were busy cleaning up and didn't notice that the rain line was gradually tilting, and the strong wind blew the rain in.

It just so happened that their fish stall was right at the outermost edge, and the roof was made of a very thin iron shed, which let in wind and rain from all sides.

As the wind grew stronger, the dilapidated iron sheets rustled and seemed about to be blown over.

Seeing this, Fu Quezhou hurriedly reminded them, "Don't worry about it for now, get in the car quickly. Judging from the situation, it seems like a typhoon is coming."

After saying that, he walked over quickly, grabbed Su Yumian's wrist and walked out.

But just as they took a step, a strong wind accompanied by heavy rain blew towards them, soaking them instantly.

Then an even stronger wind blew, blowing over the rusty iron sheet, and heavy rain poured down from the top.

Fu Quezhou quickly opened the umbrella and wrapped himself and Su Yumian in it, and Xiaohui also hurriedly opened the umbrella.

However, the wind was too strong and the umbrella was blown over. Seeing this, Fu Quezhou quickly held Su Yumian in his arms, using his coat to shield him from the wind and rain, while he himself acted as a human umbrella.

Su Yumian, hiding in Fu Quezhou's arms, dared not move. Although he had closed his heart, his heart was pounding because of Fu Quezhou's actions.

He had clearly made up his mind not to fall in love with Fu Quezhou again, but at this moment he could not control himself.

This feeling made him very embarrassed and annoyed, so he struggled in his arms.

Sensing Su Yumian's resistance, Fu Quezhou felt a sharp pain in his heart and said in a low voice, "Go to the car first. I'll let you go when we get there."

After hearing this, Su Yumian stopped struggling.

When they arrived at the car, Fu Quezhou opened the door and let them in first, then he came in and drove them back.

The two old men were eagerly waiting. When they saw the three of them coming back soaking wet, they quickly handed them a dry towel and said, "Wipe it off quickly, don't catch a cold."

"I'll go back to the room and change clothes first." Su Yumian said.

Xiao Hui glanced at the soaking wet Fu Quezhou and asked, "Did you bring any clothes?"

He came in a hurry and didn't bring anything with him.

"No."

Hearing this, Xiaohui looked at his height and muttered, "I don't know if you can wear my dad's clothes."

After saying that, he turned and went into the house to find a set of his father's clothes and handed it to Fu Quezhou, saying, "This is what my father wore. If you don't mind, take it and change it."

If it were in the past, Fu Quezhou would definitely not wear it.

"Thank you very much."

After taking the clothes, Fu Quezhou went to the bathroom to change.

Xiaohui gave him a T-shirt and a pair of shorts that just covered his knees.

Just a little small and tight.

When he came out again, Su Yumian and Xiaohui had already changed their clothes.

Seeing him come out, Xiaohui asked, "How is it? It's suitable..."

His words came to an abrupt end after he saw Fu Quezhou's knee injury.

The wound had turned red and inflamed, and was showing signs of filling with pus.

"It's been so many days, why hasn't it gotten better?"

After hearing Xiaohui's words, Su Yumian turned his head and saw that both of his knees were injured.

Xiaohui quickly brought the medicine and handed it to him. Fu Quezhou thanked him and sat down by the door. He clumsily cleaned the wound and applied the medicine.

Su Yumian watched coldly from the side, but when she saw him sweating on his forehead in pain but gritting his teeth and not saying a word, she felt a sense of heartache for no reason.

Seeing the once arrogant and domineering Fu Quezhou become so humble and embarrassed, his heartache turned into irritation.

He stood up, walked slowly to Fu Quezhou, looked down at him with a condescending look, and said coldly, "Fu Quezhou, go out and talk."