Could it be Fu Wan?
Xu Zhaoying was just thinking about it when he heard Song Liancheng's reply, "Who else could it be? Of course it's Fu Wan!"
It is one thing to guess it in your mind, and another to hear it with your own ears.
Xu Zhaoying looked at Song Liancheng with a complicated expression, and for a moment she didn't know what to say.
It is normal for Song Liancheng to fall in love with Fu Wan.
After all, Fu Wan is good-looking, knows how to dress up, and has a temperament that other girls don't have.
Just by looking at the way she dresses and her daily food, clothing and other expenses, you can tell that her family must be well-off.
But why would Fu Wan, who has such a good family background and excellent personal conditions, fall for Song Liancheng?
It’s not that Xu Zhaoying thinks his son is not good enough.
But, Song Liancheng's wife had just died a few days ago. It was impossible for an ordinary young girl to be attracted to a widower like Song Liancheng, let alone someone with Fu Wan's conditions.
Could it be that Song Liancheng is too enthusiastic?
Xu Zhaoying was a little worried. After hesitating for a moment, he asked about his concerns.
"Does Fu Wan know about this? Does she agree?"
"Of course I agree." Song Liancheng said as a matter of course, "It's late, let's go to bed. Mom, if you can't sleep, just think about how to perform tomorrow."
After saying that, Song Liancheng closed the door without waiting for Xu Zhaoying to give an answer.
Xu Zhaoying looked at the closed door in front of him, hesitated for a while, and then slowly turned around and returned to his kang.
Lying on the kang, covered with a quilt, Xu Zhaoying still couldn't fall asleep.
Su Moli's face kept appearing in her mind, and then it changed from Su Moli's face to Fu Wan's face.
Inexplicably, Xu Zhaoying also thought of Su Mujin.
His mind was in a mess, like a wild horse watching the sky, which made Xu Zhaoying's head hurt.
Xu Zhaoying didn't know when he fell asleep.
The next morning, before daybreak, Xu Zhaoying was woken up by Song Liancheng.
Song Liancheng was cooking.
Not only did I cook porridge, I also fried steamed buns and eggs.
After cooking, Song Liancheng served a bowl of sweet potato porridge, put two fried steamed bread slices that were golden brown on both sides, and two fried eggs on a plate, and then carried one out in each hand.
Song Liancheng went to deliver food to Fu Wan.
From the first day Xu Zhaoying came here, he watched Song Liancheng cook and deliver meals to Fu Wan.
If it had been in the past, Xu Zhaoying would not have just stood by and watched, and would even have tried to stop it.
But now, when Xu Zhaoying met Song Liancheng's gaze, those extremely cold eyes, the words on the tip of her tongue could not come out no matter what.
The current Song Liancheng is no longer the same Song Liancheng as before!
Xu Zhaoying watched Song Liancheng's back disappear from the door, then he turned over and sat up and put on his clothes.
There was porridge in the pot, and some steamed bread slices beside it, but no fried ones.
Xu Zhaoying fried two steamed buns and an egg for herself.
He sandwiched the fried egg between two slices of steamed bread, pressed it down hard, and then opened his mouth and took a big bite.
fragrant!
The aroma of oil, white flour, and eggs.
After taking this bite, I can’t even begin to describe how much I ate!
Even in the old compound, Xu Zhaoying didn't dare to eat like this.
Early in the morning, porridge is cooked with flour, oil, eggs and white rice.
What family would be willing to eat like this!
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