When Ji Yuqi heard this, he blinked.
Run my hands through your black hair?!
What kind of dish is this?!
While Ji Yuqi was still thinking, Fu Sheng had already turned and entered the kitchen.
Jingcheng is really special.
In order to maintain its mystery, people entering and leaving Jingcheng must be strictly controlled.
In other words, Jingcheng Hospital is not like large hospitals in other cities. Apart from doctors, nurses, and cleaners, other job positions are not open.
In other words: there is no cafeteria in the hospital.
Therefore, on the second day that Ji Yuqi was admitted to Jingcheng Hospital, all the ingredients were prepared in the kitchen of the ward.
Fu Sheng was busy in the kitchen and didn't come out for a long time.
Ji Yuqi was so curious about what the dish he was talking about was, so she didn't wait for Fu Sheng to bring out the dish. She had already entered the kitchen in her slippers.
In front of the cooking table, Fu Sheng stood with his tall and handsome figure, his eyebrows lowered, slowly cutting the imported high-quality kelp into long strips of even size. Next to him was a pig's foot that had not been processed yet.
Ji Yuqi looked at the ingredients Fu Sheng was processing, stunned and speechless.
She raised her hand and pointed at the kelp strands, asking in surprise, "Is this 'your black hair'?!"
"Hmm!" Fu Sheng responded lightly from his throat.
"This is 'my hand'?!"
Fu Sheng paused his movements, glanced sideways at the woman standing beside him, and seemed to ponder for a moment before replying in a meaningful tone, "Well, your hand!"
They were obviously discussing the name of the dish.
But for some reason, as soon as Fu Sheng said that, Ji Yuqi realized that he was insulting her. She was angry, annoyed, and amused at the same time: "Fu Shaoqing, your hands are the pig's feet. My hands are thin and long, the best in the world. How can they be related to fat and ugly pig's feet?"
As he spoke, Ji Yuqi waved his hand in front of Fu Sheng.
Fu Sheng's gaze immediately fell on Ji Yuqi's slender fingers.
Ji Yuqi is not short.
But her hands were pitifully small, and her fingers were very long.
Fu Sheng stared at Ji Yuqi's hands for a long while without making any expression. He then looked away and lowered his eyes to continue processing the kelp. He whispered to Ji Yuqi, "Stewed pig's trotter soup is always time-consuming. Can you help me with the ingredients?!"
"I'm a patient after all. How dare Mr. Fu ask me for help?!"
Fu Sheng said, "Find something to do to distract yourself from the pain of the wound."
“…”Ji Yuqi.
Ji Yuqi stood aside for a moment, then finally rolled up his sleeves: "Then I'll cut the kelp shreds, and you go chop the pig's feet."
Fu Sheng didn't say anything. He took out a machete from the knife cabinet again and started to deal with the big and fat pig's foot.
When in Country M, in order to save money, Ji Yuqi cooked all three meals a day for himself whenever he was not filming.
He is very experienced in handling various ingredients.
However, she was still afraid of handling large pieces of chicken, duck, fish, pig, cattle and sheep.
In the past, she would ask the supermarket staff to handle it and she would just take it home and clean it up.
Chopping pig's feet is such a cruel act, it is extremely bloody, but when Fu Sheng was chopping it, his eyes were full of elegance and nobility. Ji Yuqi discovered for the first time: it turns out that there are people who can chop pig's feet so handsomely and pleasingly.
What he chopped off was not pig's feet, but the girl's heart.
Ji Yuqi couldn't help but think in his mind: If Fu Sheng had an ordinary background, with his figure and appearance, he would probably become a billionaire just by selling pork.
In today's society where appearance is justice, his face is a walking traffic.
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