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When he returned to school, Shen Hanshi saw Fu Yuansheng waiting for him directly at the door.
"Didn't I tell you on the phone that nothing was wrong? Why are you still waiting here?" Chen Hanshi looked at Fu Yuansheng helplessly.
Fu Yuansheng looked back at Chen Han with resentment, "It's because someone didn't reply to my message and made me worry all night."
"Sorry, I was too tired yesterday, so I went to bed first." Chen Hanshi was in no mood to reply to messages last night.
Fu Yuansheng shook his head. "Forget it then. If you're tired, just rest first. Just tell me."
Fu Yuansheng confidently sensed that Chen Hanshi's affection for him was growing. He thought he had to work harder to fill Chen Hanshi's heart with affection as soon as possible. However, this was also Fu Yuansheng's first time pursuing someone, and he racked his brains but couldn't come up with any good ideas.
Ever since Shen Wangjing announced the cancellation of the engagement, Shen Wangjing would call every day, and from time to time he would send various things to Shen Hanshi or take him back to stay with him. Although Shen Hanshi was still a little confused, his relationship with Shen Wangjing gradually returned to normal.
Fu Yuansheng increasingly felt that they had too little time together. Every time Chen Han came home to stay, he felt like a resentful woman alone in an empty room.
The only good news may be that Chen Hanshi’s birthday is coming soon.
"I'm in for a treat today. These are the golden cakes and braised pork belly made by my mother. They are definitely better than those made by the chefs in five-star hotels." Fu Yuansheng smiled and shook the food box in his hand at Chen Hanshi.
Chen Hanshi was stunned. This person always kept his preferences to heart.
"Not bad, right?" Fu Yuansheng asked with sparkling eyes, like a puppy waiting for a reward.
"It's delicious. Auntie's cooking is indeed better than some five-star chefs." A hint of appreciation appeared on Shen Hanshi's usually cold face.
"Of course, my mother likes to cook delicious food. She has learned how to do it and uses the best ingredients. Just tell me what you like to eat and I will ask my mother to make it for you." Fu Yuansheng said proudly.
"That's your mother, not a nanny. How can I have the nerve to bother my aunt so often?" Chen Hanshi laughed.
"Why should I be embarrassed? My mother likes to cook. She likes her family to eat her cooking the most." If my mother knew that her future daughter-in-law liked the food she cooked so much, she would be so happy, Fu Yuansheng said silently in his heart.
Tonight, Xing Chang came to the school to play with them again, and Chen Hanshi took the initiative to offer to make up for the barbecue that they missed last time.
It is winter now, and the cold wind is biting when walking on the road at night. Fu Yuansheng saw that the people around him were wearing thin coats, so he took off his scarf and wrapped it around Chen Hanshi's neck.
"You" Chen Hanshi's neck, which had just been exposed to the cold wind, immediately felt warmth. The scarf was still retaining Fu Yuansheng's body temperature and scent. This was really too ambiguous.
"I have a warm body and am not afraid of the cold, so it would be better if I could wrap myself around you." Fu Yuansheng smiled.
"We can finally go eat barbecue. You see, I'm a man of honor. I haven't brought anyone else there yet. I've been waiting to try the flavor with you two." Xing Chang walked in front, leading the way, his face beaming with joy.
When he turned around, he found that he had eaten a mouthful of dog food.
"Student master, do you know that love can make you full? Old Fu is saying that love can warm the winter wind." Xing Chang sneered.
This food stall was the busiest in the area, packed with people inside and out, bustling with activity. The three of them still had to wait for a table.
"What do you think, top student? You haven't seen such a scene before. Let me tell you, eating barbecue is more enjoyable than eating it in a big food stall like this." Xing Chang knew that the Shen family always went out to eat in a five-star hotel or a private restaurant, and had never been to a place like this.
Chen Hanshi saw that the customers at the table were enjoying their food and was looking forward to the taste.
Fu Yuansheng chuckled and whispered in Chen Hanshi's ear, "You've never eaten it before?"
Chen Hanshi shook his head, "I've definitely never eaten at a night market like this."
"Poor little thing, there are still many delicious foods at the night market. I will take you to eat slowly later." Fu Hanshi promised.
The three of them waited for more than 20 minutes before it was their turn. Fortunately, there was heating so they didn't get cold. Otherwise, no matter how delicious the food was, Fu Yuansheng didn't want to keep Chen Hanshi waiting here.
They have three big pots of lobsters in their store, some spicy, some hot and some with garlic, as well as a big pot of clams and some grilled skewers.
Fu Yuansheng handed the disposable gloves to Shen Hanshi.
Chen Hanshi's hands were white and slender, his nails always pink, yet with distinct joints, making them unmistakable as a girl's. Fu Yuansheng saw those ten fingers, smooth as jade under the light of the white woven lamp, gleaming with a jade-like luster, flawless and flawless. Even as he was putting on ordinary disposable gloves, Fu Yuansheng felt that Chen Hanshi was as elegant as a nobleman.
Fu Yuansheng's gaze shifted calmly to Chen Hanshi's face. He had noticed the teardrop mole on Chen Hanshi's eyelid the first time he met him. Chen Hanshi's mouth rarely curled up, and his eyes held a distant look, but Fu Yuansheng always felt that the teardrop mole added a touch of charm to Chen Hanshi's coldness, reminding him of the proud plum blossom blooming alone in the snow in winter.
Chen Hanshi peeled the shrimps slowly and methodically. Before he finished peeling one, Fu Yuansheng had already peeled two and put them in his bowl.
Chen Hanshi smiled helplessly, "Fu Yuansheng, you know, I feel like you always treat me like a disabled person. I have my own hands, so I don't need you to peel them. You can eat them yourself. Besides, isn't the purpose of eating lobster to enjoy the process of peeling the lobster?"
Fu Yuansheng peeled another shrimp and placed it in Shen Hanshi's bowl. He simply replied, "Lobster claws can sometimes prick your hands accidentally."
Xing Chang, a single guy, sat next to them, concentrating on eating lobster, consciously reducing his brightness.
Not only Xing Chang enjoyed the crayfish today, but the other two also ate a lot. Especially Chen Hanshi, whose lips were red from eating so much, which kept attracting Fu Yuansheng's attention.
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