Old Master Fu snorted again.

Song Chu smiled, picked up her chopsticks to eat, then picked up a slice of lotus root and asked, "Is the young mistress also personally cooking dinner?"

Grandpa Fu said proudly:

"Isn't my Xiaoyu amazing? She's capable and beautiful, and she can even knit scarves. She knitted two scarves for the old man in just one afternoon. She's truly a blessing to the Fu family."

Even the lamp wick was embarrassed by the praise. It was just a simple pattern, but Grandpa Fu kept praising it and showing it off to everyone he could find. Perhaps he felt that Fu Jinchuan had gone too far and could only make up for it in other ways.

"sharp."

The first time Song Chu saw Nan Yu, she felt he was the kind of person who was good at home, enjoying life, cooking, gardening, and knitting scarves…

After dinner, Song Chu remembered his training clothes, went to the garage to get them, and knocked on Nan Yu's door several times without any response. Just as he was wondering what was going on, the maid said:

"Dr. Song, are you looking for the young mistress?"

Song Chu: "Mm."

"The young mistress has moved to the guest room, which is right next to yours. She no longer lives here."

Song Chu's eyes lit up. "Okay, I understand." After saying that, she quickly walked towards the bedroom, knocked on the door of the next room, and Deng Xin, who had just finished showering and was drying her hair, opened the door wearing a bathrobe instead of pajamas.

Her little face was flushed red from the steam in the bathroom.

Upon seeing that it was Song Chu, his eyes lit up. He covered his head with a towel and then gestured with his hand: What are you doing?

Song Chu handed him three paper bags. Nan Yu asked suspiciously, "What are these?"

Song Chu: "Practice clothes, and a set of autumn clothes, do you think they fit? I'll buy you a few more sets tomorrow."

Nan Yu frowned: Why did you buy me clothes? I already have clothes.

Song Chu: "If you feel it suits you, then buy it. Don't you like it?"

It's not quite right to say "fall down."

It just feels like too much money. The two of them have only met a few times, and he doesn't have any money himself. Turtle said that all the money is in his card, and that money went into his card through legitimate channels. The problem is, he doesn't remember the password.

I plan to go to the bank to change my password when I have some free time.

That way, we'll have money to buy some things for Song Chu.

Nan Yu: Thank you.

Song Chu glanced into the room and said, "You're welcome. May I come in and sit for a while?"

Nan Yu quickly made way for him to go in. To make things easier for him, the housekeeper had someone set up a water dispenser in the room and poured Song Chu a glass. The man took it and smiled, "Try on the clothes."

Nan Yu then pulled off the towel from her head and took out the clothes from the paper bag. One was black and the other was white, the kind that elderly people in the park often wear when they practice Tai Chi. She took them to the bathroom to try them on, and they fit her quite well.

I tried on some new clothes.

A white sweatshirt with blue patterns and English words printed on the chest, paired with light-colored jeans, gives off a very youthful and student-like vibe, and looks better than the ones in my closet.

After trying it on, I changed into a bathrobe and went outside.

Nan Yu smiled and gestured to Song Chu: Thank you, it looks great and fits perfectly.

Song Chu: "If you like it, that's good. Why did you suddenly move here?"

Nan Yu: I don't like the wedding room photos that I see as soon as I wake up.

Song Chu raised an eyebrow. Did she dislike the photo because of Fu Jinchuan?

I remembered that he went to the Fu family's place at noon.

Where did you go at noon today?

Nan Yu was taken aback and asked, "What's wrong?"

"It's nothing. I just passed by the Fu family at noon and saw you there. Are you going to see Young Master Fu?" Song Chu spoke to Nan Yu in a gentle and mild tone, but there was a dark look in his eyes, which he hid very well.

Nan Yu nodded: I'll bring him lunch.

Song Chu couldn't help but laugh; it was a laugh born of extreme anger that he couldn't control. But he quickly realized his mistake, coughed, and covered up his emotions.

"What made you decide to bring lunch to Young Master Fu?"

At noon, besides seeing Nan Yu, about an hour later, I ran into Fu Jinchuan at a Japanese restaurant. A handsome young man was sitting opposite me, seemingly not paying any attention to my lunch.

Nan Yu: I will send them to you in the future.

Song Chu touched the crown of her teeth with the tip of her tongue, still wanting to laugh, but her eyes were already clouded with gloom. She put her hands in her pockets and asked, "You like him that much?"

Nan Yu shook her head: He is my husband.

Seeing the inconsistency in his body language, Song Chu couldn't help but move closer. Deng Xin could only retreat, then move closer, then retreat again, until he reached the edge of the bed. He wanted to retreat further, but due to the height of the bed and his own balance, he ended up sitting upside down on the bed.

The demon within Song Chu wanted to pin him down, to cover him in his own scent, but thankfully he still had reason, and found a reason for himself:

"Do you want to get a massage before bed to promote blood circulation?"

Ah... I thought he was going to do something to me. Dengxin blushed with embarrassment, shook her head, and didn't want to press the button. She took the towel and continued to dry her head, not daring to look at Song Chu.

"I don't really like calling you 'Young Madam,' and I'm wondering if you'll mind if I call you by your name?"

Nan Yu didn't look up, shaking her head like a rattle drum.

It means I don't mind.

Song Chu laughed: "Then let's call her Xiaoyu?"

He paused in the act of wiping his hair, and after several seconds slowly nodded.

"The Beijing Medical College isn't far from the Fu family's place, but unfortunately, I'm not as lucky as Young Master Fu. I have to eat in the cafeteria every day, and the food is hard to swallow." After saying that, she sighed deeply, as if she really envied Fu Jinchuan for having Nan Yu bring him meals.

The wick wasn't stupid; it picked up on the subtext.

He squeezed through the gap, stood up, and gestured in sign language: You can come back for lunch.

Song Chu shook his head with a wry smile: "I have classes, and sometimes I have patients. I might not even have time to eat properly and can only eat leftovers in the cafeteria. Oh well." He sighed as if he had come to terms with it, and laughed: "Anyway, I'm already this old. It doesn't matter where I am, I can make do with what I have."

They look so pitiful.

Nan Yu hesitated for a while, and Song Chu was in no hurry, so they just waited patiently.

Lampwick: From now on, when I deliver food, I'll send you a portion too?

Song Chu: "Really? That's so embarrassing."

Lamp wick: ...

Did he do it on purpose?

Lampwick: Where are you? Where should I deliver the food?

Song Chu immediately replied, "I'm waiting for you at the East Gate security booth." He desperately wanted the food, but in the end, he had to feign politeness and say, "I'm sorry, it's too much trouble for you. Let's just forget about it." He lowered his eyes.

Nan Yu is the type who responds better to gentle persuasion than force. She raised her arm and said, "I'm fine at home, it's okay. You really aren't picky about food?"

Song Chu smiled and nodded: "I'm not picky, I'll eat any white rice you offer."

Nodding: Then I'll bring you food tomorrow. Do you want me to bring it tonight?

Song Chu: "Are you delivering it to Young Master Fu tonight? If not, I don't need to deliver it either, as it might be too much trouble to deliver it back and forth."

Nan Yu hadn't planned to deliver it, but since Song Chu had asked, she figured he probably wanted some home-cooked food for dinner. So, she reluctantly decided to deliver a meal to Fu Jinchuan for his sake.

nod.

Song Chu: "Then I want one too."

Nan Yu: Okay.

As agreed, Song Chu had an early class the next day. After taking the old man's pulse and giving him some instructions, he didn't eat at the Fu family's house. Nan Yu also started preparing around noon, but thankfully, he didn't have to cut the vegetables and meat.

It can save a lot of time.

Stir-fry, boil, or stew in a pot.

He had the housekeeper order a bunch of lunchboxes. Song Chu's were a bit nicer; he would definitely take them home after he finished eating and reuse them the next day. As for Fu Jinchuan, he might eat them or he might lose them, but he wouldn't bring the lunchboxes back, since he wasn't coming back.