Chapter 47 Sweets

At about eight o'clock, the door opened. Shi Feiye looked up from the document and saw Qin Buju had come in. She saved the document casually: "You're back. The food should still be hot. Are you hungry?"

Qin Buzhu took off his coat and hung it on the wall. The coldness he had felt outside was instantly dispelled by the warmth inside. He glanced around and found that there was food on the table in the restaurant, but it was covered with something. "Not bad."

Without saying that he had come back after leaving his brother behind, Qin Buzhu changed his shoes and went into the house: "You must be hungry by this time, I'll just wash my hands."

"I'm fine, not that hungry. I couldn't help myself in the afternoon, so I ate an apple and a piece of chocolate. The guilt made me decide to eat less at night. Now that I'm no longer hungry, I won't eat too much today." There was a hint of boasting in Shi Feiye's words, as if she felt smart about her own hunger.

Qin Buzhu paused while washing his hands and shook his head silently. A voice came from the bathroom: "Apples are not high in calories, and it's okay to eat chocolate occasionally. Don't starve yourself to death. I may not be able to come back often, and I will let you know if I don't come back. You can eat when you need to, and you don't have to wait for me."

"Oh." Shi Feiye also felt that people like Qin Buju would not go home on time to eat every day like other people with stable jobs. If he didn't come back, she could relax a little and just cook her own meals.

With a guilty conscience, Shi Feiye prepared a very sumptuous dinner. It was amazing that she even steamed the buns herself. There were different kinds of buns, small and exquisite, such as flower rolls, sugar-filled rolls, wowotou, sweet potato rolls, etc. They looked very cute and could be eaten in two or three bites each.

Qin Buzhu picked up a steamed bun and finished it in just a few bites. He thought it tasted good: "The bun is pretty good."

"Yeah, yeah. I spent three or four days researching how to make good steamed buns. Later, I figured out the specific proportions and time, and the steamed buns are what they are today. I like flower rolls and candied buns the best. My friends like them too. When they have nothing to do—"

Shi Feiye suddenly stopped talking. Oops, he almost let the cat out of the bag in his excitement.

Qin Buzhu glanced at her casually, and noticed that there was a flash of nervousness in her eyes. He nodded naturally: "This craft is indeed good. Are you talking about your friend from college?"

Shi Feiye breathed a sigh of relief, nodded quickly, and said with a smile: "Yes, we were friends in college, but we didn't keep in touch much afterwards. I haven't steamed buns for a long time, but I didn't expect my skills haven't regressed, haha."

Fortunately, the boss didn't think about it in other ways, otherwise it would have aroused suspicion in a minute. Shi Feiye secretly rejoiced and didn't notice the interested look on the face of the person opposite him.

"By the way, I spent a long time cooking today's chicken soup. You should drink more." Shi Feiye changed the subject, pointed to the chicken soup in the white porcelain basin, and signaled to Qin Buju.

"Okay." The chicken soup cooked by Shi Feiye has always been delicious. Qin Buzhu likes this soup very much. The soups outside always lack some flavor, but Shi Feiye's soup has all five flavors. He himself knows that this is not a matter of taste, but a feeling that someone is willing to spend time and effort to cook soup for you.

When Qin Buju was young, Mrs. Qin also liked to make chicken soup for him, but the taste was not that good. However, because she always claimed that drinking chicken soup was good for children, Qin Buju was always forced by Mr. Qin to finish the chicken soup.