"Yes, I want to eat."
Fusu quickly picked up the skewers on the table.
"Be careful of the heat."
It was too late for Zhao Jun to stop it.
I didn’t realize that Fusu wanted to eat skewers so much.
Ying Zheng slowly picked up the skewers and glanced at Fusu lightly.
Then he said nothing and tasted it silently.
It tasted good, with the pepper flavor he liked.
Ying Zheng nodded, and his love for kebabs was second only to hot pot.
Fusu also ate with relish.
He was eating Zhao Jun’s barbecued skewers.
No, not at all.
What he ate was his father's hidden love for him.
Ying Zheng turned his head quietly.
What's wrong with Fusu? Why does he always look at him with such admiring eyes?
He is usually the most introverted person, so he is not used to it.
Zhao Jun observed the little movements between the father and son silently without saying a word.
Zhao Jun had already eaten her fill. She sat there doing nothing and watched the two men opposite her continue eating.
Sure enough, although Fusu was not very old, men always had bigger appetites than her.
Zhao Junzheng's eyes were blank, his mind wandering in all sorts of random thoughts.
Just then.
Fusu, who was sitting opposite her, suddenly fell down.
No one present expected this.
Fusu suddenly fainted on the ground, and the skewers in his hand fell to the ground.
Zhao Jun opened his eyes wide and didn't react for a moment.
It was Ying Zheng who reacted quickly. After a few seconds, he hurriedly helped Fusu who had fallen to the ground.
"Imperial Physician, call the Imperial Physician over!"
Ying Zheng yelled at the servant beside him.
Zhao Jun had never seen him so anxious.
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