Ling Jiao returned to the hotel, removed her makeup, and did a simple skincare routine. Her assistant then knocked on the door and brought over a late-night snack.
"Here, your wontons are here."
"Is food delivery this fast now?" Ling Jiao asked with a smile.
"It's close by." The assistant smiled and opened the box for her.
To make it look more like something bought from takeout, she even found a disposable takeout box to serve it.
Ling Jiao sat down, ladled out a spoonful of soup, blew on it, took a sip, and paused for a moment in surprise.
This taste...
"Whose wontons are these?"
"Near the hotel," the assistant said casually.
Ling Jiao was skeptical, but she took a bite of a wonton and her expression was somewhat complicated.
These wontons taste so good; they couldn't have been bought from outside.
"To be honest, where did you buy this bowl of wontons from?"
The assistant glanced at her. "What's wrong? Has it gone awry?"
It was just a bowl of wontons; did she somehow taste the flavor of Young Master Fu?
"I'm asking you where you bought it?" Ling Jiao asked with a stern face.
After hesitating for a moment, the assistant decided to tell the truth.
"Young Master Fu came by while you were filming."
Ling Jiao lowered her eyes to conceal the fleeting thoughts that welled up within them, but her face remained calm and composed.
"He left it?"
This taste is only familiar to the wontons made by Fu Shiqin, besides the one her grandfather took her to eat at years ago.
"Yes, I heard from the hotel kitchen that it was made by Young Master Fu himself." The assistant was trying to curry favor with Fu Shiqin.
Fu Shiqin hesitated for a long time before putting down his spoon and speaking.
"I don't really want to eat anymore."
"Miss Ling, don't be so ungrateful. He came all the way here to make you a bowl of wontons, saying you didn't want to see him, and left without even showing his face to you. And you're not even grateful." The assistant felt more and more indignant for the devoted Fu Xiaoer.
Ling Jiao glanced at her sideways, "Whose side are you on anyway?"
"Keep acting up. I'll see where you'll find someone who spoils you like this again when Young Master Fu stops liking you." The assistant snorted heavily, walked to the door, and then turned back. "Fine, if you don't want to eat, I'll go throw it in the trash."
"No need, I'll throw it away myself." Ling Jiao refused her assistant's offer to help her clean up.
The assistant glanced at her and stormed off.
Ling Jiao watched her leave, stared at the steaming wontons on the table, hesitated for a moment, and then said...
"Forget it, let's not waste it."
Well, she just didn't want to waste food, not that she wanted to eat the wontons he cooked.
The wonton filling was the most familiar and delicious flavor in her memory, and even the soup tasted just as familiar to her.
She was enjoying her meal when the door was suddenly opened, and her assistant rushed in and said...
"My phone..."
The assistant stood at the door, staring blankly at the person sitting there, who was putting a wonton into their mouth.
"Didn't you just say you didn't want to eat? Why are you eating so heartily now?"
Ling Jiao choked for a moment, then took a sip of water, feigning composure, and explained.
"You've already brought it here, it's a waste to throw it away."
The assistant picked up her phone, which she had deliberately left behind, and snorted.
"If you've been proven wrong, you've been proven wrong. Why bother trying to explain it away?"
"What did you say?" Ling Jiao exclaimed.
The assistant has already left and locked the door.
Then, he took out his phone and informed Fu Shiqin, who was waiting at the airport to return to the capital.
"Young Master Fu, she ate all the wontons you made, and even drank all the soup."
Although I just saw that it wasn't finished eating, it was almost done.
As for whether it's someone's desire to avoid waste, or some other reason, only the person eating the wontons knows.
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