Ling Jiao didn't wake up until noon, and when she got up, she found that Fu Shiqin, who was always around her, was gone.
His sleeping bag had been packed away, but his suitcase was still in the room.
She checked the time, stretched, and got up to wash and get ready.
As soon as I entered the bathroom, I saw a note on the mirror: Call me when you wake up.
Ling Jiao tore off the note and put it aside. She washed her face, brushed her teeth, did her skincare routine, changed her clothes, and finally called Fu Shiqin.
"What is it that you insist I make a phone call about?"
"You're awake?" Fu Shiqin asked in surprise.
"She's not awake, how could I have made the call?" Ling Jiao complained.
Fu Shiqin chuckled on the other end of the phone, "Don't go out, I'll be right back."
Ling Jiao responded, hung up the phone, poured herself a glass of water, and then picked up the script to think about the scenes she would be filming that night.
More than half an hour later, the doorbell rang.
She guessed it was Fu Shiqin, got up and opened the door, and sure enough, it was him.
However, not only did the person return, but they also brought the hotel's food delivery cart.
What are you doing?
"Love-filled lunch," Fu Shiqin said, leading the dining area into the room.
Ling Jiao cleared the table where the food was piled up. "You can just eat out. Why did you have to bring it back?"
Fu Shiqin lifted the lid of the restaurant, placed a bowl of wontons in front of her, and then picked up another bowl and put it on the table.
Ling Jiao looked at the two bowls of wontons. "Wontons for lunch?"
Isn't this something we usually eat for breakfast?
"Yes, I wrapped them myself and cooked them myself," Fu Shiqin said with a grin.
Ling Jiao looked at him in surprise, feeling somewhat flattered.
To have him, the vice president of the prestigious Fu Group, cook wontons for her is too extravagant for her to handle.
"Eat quickly, or it will spoil and won't taste good," Fu Shiqin urged.
Under his repeated urging, Ling Jiao picked up a spoon, scooped up a spoonful of soup, blew on it, and then put it in her mouth.
The wonton soup was very flavorful, with a subtle garlic oil aroma and a vaguely familiar taste.
After drinking the soup, she scooped up a wonton, blew on it for a while, and then ate it.
After taking a couple of bites, he froze, staring in astonishment at Fu Shiqin, who was sitting across from him with a beaming smile.
"Where did this wonton come from?"
This tastes just like the wontons her grandfather used to take her to eat.
“Didn’t I already say that I made them and cooked them?” Fu Shiqin said with a smile.
Ling Jiao didn't ask any more questions, and silently ate her food, thinking of her deceased grandfather.
So, as she ate, tears fell into her bowl, one by one.
"Hey, don't cry. If it tastes bad, don't eat it. You don't have to force yourself..." Fu Shiqin thought it tasted bad and reached out to take her bowl away.
Ling Jiao hugged the bowl tightly and said, her voice choked with sobs.
"Delicious, so delicious! I haven't eaten anything this good in years..."
Fu Shiqin hurriedly handed her a tissue, feeling somewhat flustered and at a loss.
He spent the whole morning trying to make her happy, but he ended up making her cry.
“I sent someone to find the people at that wonton shop you mentioned, and then… last night I had someone bring them over by plane.”
"I spent the whole morning learning from them before I finally mastered it. If you like... I can make it for you every day."
...
If Fu Shiyi and the others find out, they will definitely not believe it.
Although he loves food, he never goes into the kitchen.
This is the first time I've ever cooked in all my years of life.
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