Chapter 133 The Warmth of Food

"sure!"

Qingqing readily agreed and praised him,

"Little guy, you are amazing."

If Fu Chao stayed here, he would be shocked.

Because he had lived for 30 years, and he had only heard his own mother praise others very rarely! Nan Yi easily got the treatment that even his own son did not have!

But Nan Yi was unaware of this.

He said "oh", picked up the kettle and was about to run away, but suddenly turned back:

"Auntie, don't you want to ask me?"

Qingqing was puzzled.

Nan Yi: "They all think I am young and have limited abilities, so they always like to ask if I need help. Auntie, why didn't you ask?"

In fact, Nan Yi is also a bit strange.

He seldom feels the urge to confide in anyone.

But when I saw this aunt today, I somehow felt very close to her.

So, if you have any questions in your mind, just ask them.

Qing Qing raised the corner of his mouth slightly: "Do you want me to ask?"

"don't want."

Nan Yi shook his head honestly.

Qingqing's eyes became softer and softer:

"I think so. If you need help, you should ask. If you don't say it, it means you don't need it. I respect you."

After thinking carefully, Nan Yi nodded seriously and said, "Auntie, you are a very good adult."

Qingqing shook his head:

"You called the wrong name."

"ah?"

"I'm not an aunt, you should call me grandma."

Qingqing remembered that Nan Yi had just called Fu Chao "uncle", so according to seniority, she should be the grandmother.

Nan Yi's eyebrows were tightly wrinkled together.

Qingqing saw it and was in a good mood: "What's wrong?"

Nan Yi pursed her lips and said, "Auntie, adults can't lie to children."

He educated the adult in front of him seriously, telling her not to think that she was young and easy to fool! Qingqing was stunned at first, but then he laughed.

The smile flows like running water in the eyes.

——This was the scene Fu Chao saw when he came out of the kitchen carrying pickled pork with preserved vegetables.

If he had his hands free, Fu Chao would have wanted to rub his eyes hard.

Or just pinch yourself to see if he is dreaming.

Otherwise, how could he see such a bizarre scene?

Something is wrong. Something is very wrong.

Fu Chao walked to Qingqing's table without stopping and put down the small casserole containing pickled pork with preserved vegetables.

"The customers had a great time chatting with the young employees in our store."

Fu Chao deliberately lowered his voice, his tone indescribably sour.

Qing Qing was unaware of this at all, as his attention was completely drawn to the small white casserole in front of him.

She just hummed nonchalantly: "He's cute."

Fu Chao felt a little depressed.

Even his own mother has never praised him like this...

never mind!

Since the person being praised was Nan Yi, he would reluctantly not bother with the little guy!

Fu Chao raised his lips generously:

"Be careful with the hot soup."

After saying that, walk away.

But he couldn't help but look back frequently, wanting to see Qingqing's feedback——

Qingqing leaned forward slightly, and the already rich fragrance lingered in her nose even more.

She hadn't even had the soup yet, but she seemed to have tasted it.

But soon, Qingqing realized that she was overthinking.

Smelling it and tasting it in person are two completely different feelings.

It felt like fireworks were exploding on the tip of my tongue, and the lingering aftertaste was lingering.

It turns out that the enjoyment between lips and teeth can become the most supreme amusement in the world.

Even... to calm people's hearts.

Qingqing always feels cold.

It was as if she had always been in that winter and had never walked out.

But this bowl of pickled pork with preserved vegetables made her feel definite warmth in every part of her body.

Qingqing felt hunger for the first time in a long time. Out of human instinct for warmth, he drank the soup faster and faster, savoring the flavor of every ingredient.

She squinted her eyes in satisfaction, and before she knew it, a faint warm smile appeared on her lips...

"What are you doing here?"

Qi Pei'er found Fu Chao standing in the corner of the kitchen. He was looking at a certain direction in the lobby without blinking, his eyes were full of complexity, emotion, and joy... It was very strange! This made Qi Pei'er curious.

Just as she was about to look in that direction, Fu Chao turned around quickly.

Then he explained seriously:

"I'm looking at the diners' feedback so I can communicate with the kitchen in a timely manner!"

That sounds reasonable.

There is no mistake in the poem, post, content, and read the book on 6, 9, and bar!

But there’s no way Qi Pei’er believed him!

She curled her lips and said, "Oh, then you should take your time and read it carefully."

Qi Pei'er was too lazy to expose him, so she urged Fu Chao not to be lazy and left with the dishes.

Fu Chao also continued with his busy work, only occasionally paying attention to the direction of Qingqing.

Qingqing eats very slowly.

She savored the flavor of every ingredient carefully, even eating the relatively ordinary stir-fried vegetables very seriously.

This was probably the most thoughtful meal she had had in recent years.

Before I knew it, a serving of pickled pork with preserved vegetables was quickly finished.

Qingqing was so exhausted that he leaned lazily against the back of the chair and sat there for a long time.

Then, she specially called Nan Yi to settle the bill.

Nan Yi ran over briskly, glanced across the table, and reported the number in the blink of an eye.

“Cash or phone?”

He picked up the payment code tag from his chest.

"My cell phone."

After paying the money, Qingqing called Nan Yi.

Nan Yi stopped in confusion: "Guest, are you dissatisfied with our dishes?"

The waiter's speech was very professional.

Qingqing shook his head:

"I wanted to give you something."

"No, I can't have that..."

Nan Yi, who was skilled at refusing, couldn't help but be attracted by what Qing Qing held in his hand.

It was a matte black and gold fountain pen with a simple and neat design, and only gold-plated carvings on the tail.

Nan Yi can't write many words, but he likes this pen very much and fell in love with it almost at first sight.

Qingqing: "It's not something valuable, just a pen. You are so smart, I hope you can take this pen and study hard in the future."

As she spoke, she touched Nan Yi's head again.

In fact, Nan Yi doesn't like being touched on the head by anyone other than her mother.

This includes hands.

But when the aunt in front of him touched him, he felt a familiar warmth and was slightly stunned.

He didn't react in time and just stood there stupidly, letting Qingqing put the pen into his hand.

Wait until he comes back to his senses.

Qingqing's back had disappeared at the store entrance.

"Oops."

Nan Yi clenched the pen in her little hand and ran after him.

But when I got to the store door, I looked left and right, but couldn't see Qingqing.

He remembered his mother's instructions and did not dare to step out of the store.

After a moment, Fu Chao came over quickly:

"What happened to Yiyi? Why did you suddenly run out?"

After this experience, everyone is very cautious about looking after children.

Nan Yi raised the pen in his hand: "My aunt gave it to me."

“This is not…”

Fu Chao was extremely surprised!

This is the fountain pen my mother has used for many years. It was given to her by my father on our wedding anniversary.

Now, she actually gave it to Nan Yi? Fu Chao thought, his mother must have her reasons.

"Then you should take it well."