Chapter 55: Yo! Bring the boss along

There was a medium-sized food truck parked in front of the three people, with a huge poster on it:

Pudding Spicy Hot Pot!!

"Boss, I'm here again."

Su Yumian skillfully picked up the vegetable clips, pushed open the glass door of the freezer, and picked out the dishes she liked.

Seeing that it was him, the boss smiled and said, "Yu Mian is off work..."

Noticing Fu Quezhou and Secretary Jin standing behind Su Yumian, both dressed in suits and clearly out of place, he asked, "Hey! Did you bring the boss with you?"

Um?

Su Yumian turned around and saw Fu Quezhou standing far away, his facial features wrinkled and a look of disgust on his face.

"Haha, yes, my boss. It's their first time here and they're a little uncomfortable." Su Yumian had the word "embarrassment" written all over his body, almost sticking to his forehead.

When the boss heard that it was my first time, he immediately said generously, "Then I'll give you two more packets of noodles."

"Okay, thank you, boss."

After handing the selected dishes to the boss, Su Yumian went to find an empty table, took out a tissue to wipe the table, chairs and benches clean, and then went over to pull Fu Quezhou over to sit.

On the other hand, Fu Quezhou's whole body is covered with the words: dirty! messy! bad!

"Are you sure the food here is edible?" Fu Quezhou asked with a frown.

He thought that no matter how bad Su Yumian was, he would at least take him to a decent restaurant, but it turned out to be a roadside stall.

"Why can't I eat it? I used to eat it every day when I was working. I could get vegetables and meat for 20 yuan, and I could still eat my fill. Isn't that better than spending hundreds of yuan on a fancy restaurant?"

And the most important point is that his purpose was not to eat, but to help Fu Quezhou change his mood.

Soon, the boss came over with a big bowl of cooked spicy hot pot, "Here it is! Be careful, it's hot."

As the dishes were served, the strong aroma of the hot pot ingredients filled Su Yumian's nose, causing him to take a few deep sniffs and exclaim, "What a nice smell!"

He couldn't wait to pick up a piece of pork tenderloin with chopsticks, blew on it twice and then couldn't wait to put it into his mouth. As a result, it was so hot that he had a taste of imported stir-fry in his mouth.

Fu Quezhou was speechless. "Is it really that delicious?"

Seeing that he didn't believe her, Su Yumian picked up a piece of pork tenderloin, blew it cool, and passed it to Fu Quezhou's lips, "You'll know if you try it."

"No." Fu Quezhou refused without even thinking.

Su Yumian pursed her lips. "Why, do you dislike my saliva? Didn't the food at Fu's house just now taste delicious?"

"puff……"

Secretary Jin couldn't help laughing when he heard this.

Fu Quezhou looked at him with a threatening look, which scared him so much that he coughed lightly and turned his head away, pretending to look at the scenery.

"Hurry up, my hands are sore from lifting them." Su Yumian urged.

Helplessly, Fu Quezhou could only open his mouth and eat the piece of meat. Immediately, the smell of cheap spices filled his mouth.

"How is it? Is it delicious?" Su Yumian asked excitedly.

In order not to spoil the fun, he nodded against his conscience and said, "Not bad."

"Yeah, I told you this place tastes good. Come on, have some more."

As he spoke, Su Yumian picked up Fu Quezhou's bowl and picked up a lot of dishes for him. Of course, instant noodles were also indispensable.

"This... I'm not hungry..." Fu Quezhou's face was full of resistance.

"How can I not be hungry? Besides, I can't finish all this by myself." After thinking for a moment, he turned to look at Secretary Jin and asked, "Secretary Jin, do you want to eat?"

Hearing this, Secretary Jin waved his hands frantically and said, "No need, I just ate while waiting for you outside."

He lied casually, then looked at Fu Quezhou with a gloating expression.

Because Su Yumian's gaze was too intense, Fu Quezhou couldn't get away with it and was eventually forced to finish the food in the bowl.

The consequence of eating it anyway was that his stomach churned on the way back and his face turned frighteningly pale.

Su Yumian noticed his abnormality, patted his back and asked, "Quezhou, what's wrong with you? Why do you look so unhappy?"

"I'm fine..."

As the car passed by the supermarket, Fu Quezhou hurriedly said, "Stop here."

Then he turned to Su Yumian and said, "I'm going to buy some things. You wait for me in the car."

Fu Quezhou staggered open the door of the supermarket and picked up a bottle of Weilibao from the shelf. When he turned around, he saw someone selling chocolate cakes. Remembering that Su Yumian loved to eat these, he picked up a box along with the honey next to it.

When I walked to the cashier to pay, I subconsciously glanced at the word "ultra-thin" and picked up a box. "I'll pay for this together."

The cashier was a girl in her twenties. She glanced at the large size that Fu Quezhou was holding and was slightly shocked.

"A total of 128 yuan."

After paying, he put the money in his pocket, picked up the bag and walked out of the supermarket.

The female cashier at the supermarket looked at his tall figure and said with envy, "I really envy his girlfriend."

Back in the car, she placed the box of dessert she had bought for Su Yumian on his lap and said, "This is for your midnight snack."

Su Yumian took the box and put it aside. "Let's not talk about this for now. How are you? Did you have an upset stomach? If I had known, I wouldn't have forced you to eat."

Although forcing him to eat that bowl of spicy hot pot was a form of revenge, he felt a little regretful now that he saw how miserable he was.

"I'm fine, don't worry." He took out Weilibao from the bag, drank a bottle, and then lay on Su Yumian's legs.

Su Yumian gently stroked his forehead and found a layer of cold sweat on it. His face was frighteningly pale.

As if afraid that he would worry, Fu Quezhou took his hand, put it to his lips and kissed it lightly, then closed his eyes.

"Secretary Jin, drive faster." Su Yumian urged.

"yes."

Because the situation was urgent, Secretary Jin only took ten minutes to drive the car to the door of the villa.

Secretary Jin hurriedly opened the door, and then worked together with Su Yumian to help Fu Quezhou into the house, and then helped him lie down on the bed in the bedroom on the second floor.

I took off Fu Quezhou's shoes and coat and was about to cover him with a blanket when he suddenly turned over and sat up, covering his mouth and rushing to the bathroom.

Immediately afterwards, the sound of Fu Quezhou vomiting was heard from inside.

Su Yumian didn't expect him to react so strongly, as he would be fine after eating it.

After vomiting out everything in his stomach, Fu Quezhou felt much better.

"Were you also so upset at the time?"

He lowered his head and talked to himself. Now he truly understood the pain that Su Yumian had experienced before.

It turns out that being forced to eat something you don’t want to eat is so uncomfortable.

"Quezhou, how are you? Do you want me to come in?" Su Yumian asked anxiously while standing outside the door.

After pressing the flush button on the toilet, Fu Quezhou took off his clothes and said, "No need, I'll take a bath and then leave. You can go to sleep first."

Su Yumian couldn't sleep at all. Even when lying on the bed, he stared at the ceiling with his eyes open.

As time passed, Fu Quezhou gradually recovered his strength after taking a comfortable bath in the bathroom.

The bathroom door opened, and Fu Quezhou, with his upper body naked and his lower body wrapped in a bath towel, walked out barefoot, wiping his hair with a towel. He had broad shoulders and a narrow waist.

Su Yumian looked up slightly and saw that the water droplets falling from the ends of his hair first hit his collarbone, then went down along his beautifully contoured chest muscles, slid over his well-defined abdominal muscles one by one, and finally disappeared into the bath towel after passing through the waist.

Fu Quezhou's body is amazing, and the way his muscles tremble gently with his steps seems to be a silent teasing.