The moment Su Yanxi saw Feng Hetang, she understood why Feng Muyu looked somewhat like her mother.
Because those two similarities all came from Feng Hetang who was sitting next to Feng Muyu.
No introduction was needed, Su Yanxi knew that the person sitting next to Feng Muyu was her father.
As soon as Su Yanxi sat down, Feng Hetang enthusiastically said to the waiter beside her, "Give this lady a cup of espresso, black coffee with milk, no sugar, no ice, and hot."
Feng Muyu was extremely surprised. Her father was a European royal aristocrat, arrogant and noble. He would only ask others to order coffee for him, and he had never been so enthusiastic and attentive to others. Was her father possessed by another spirit?
There was also a flicker of surprise in Su Yanxi's eyes, because -
Black espresso is her favorite coffee.
Her favorite flavor is to have it hot with milk but no sugar or ice.
It's also her mother's favorite flavor.
Su Yanxi's taste in coffee is greatly influenced by her mother.
When I was young, on warm afternoons, my mother would sit by the window with a cup of espresso, staring at the door for a long time, as if she was waiting for someone to come back, afraid of missing that person's return.
Su Yanxi, with two little pigtails, crawled into her mother's arms, pouted her little red mouth, and insisted on drinking her mother's coffee.
"It's very bitter, Yanyan, you can't drink it."
"Come on, drink it, Mom. I want to taste it, just a small sip."
The chubby little hands reached for the coffee cup, and the big watery eyes looked at the steaming black stuff with curiosity.
It was pitch black and sticky. Why did mom drink it every day? Little Su Yanxi pulled her little hair and thought about it. Ah, it was the same as a person who was ugly but beautiful at heart. Although this black sticky thing looked like poison, it must taste very delicious and sweet. Slurp~
"Do you have to drink it?"
"Drink, drink, if you don't drink you're not Chinese."
"Don't you regret drinking it?"
"Anyone who regrets this is not a Chinese."
Mom lowered the coffee cup, and little Su Yanxi put her delicate face on it and couldn't wait to take a big sip.
The next second, poof, it all came out.
"Ahhh, it's so bitter, even more bitter than the bitterest medicine I've ever taken!"
The mother wiped the water stains on the table with a tissue, brought the cup of water to little Su Yanxi's mouth to rinse her mouth, rubbed her head and asked her: "Yanyan, do you regret it?"
Little Su Yanxi wrinkled her face like a bitter melon and said, "No regrets, no regrets, I don't regret it."
If she regrets it, she will become a traitor.
Mom: "Then drink another sip."
Little Su Yanxi slid down from her mother's arms and ran out the door. "I don't want to drink anymore. I want to go play with Grandpa. He'll take me to steal bird eggs from the tree and cook them for me in the evening."
The mother looked at the jumping little girl, her eyes and brows as gentle as the warm sunshine in spring.
"Run slower, I won't let you drink black coffee anymore."
Little Su Yanxi made a face at her mother, "Lululululululu, Mom, I want to eat cola chicken wings tonight."
"Okay, Mommy will listen to Yanyan. I'll make whatever Yanyan wants to eat."
"Miss, here's your espresso," the waiter placed the coffee in front of Su Yanxi, waking her up from the warm times of the past, as if a good dream was suddenly interrupted.
Su Yanxi held the espresso in her hand and took a sip. It was rich, bitter and fragrant.
"Wow, you can actually drink such bitter coffee!" Feng Muyu exclaimed, "Su Yanxi, you and my dad actually have the same taste for coffee!"
Su Yanxi looked at the same coffee as Feng Hetang's across from her. She was surprised why he ordered her favorite coffee at one o'clock. It turned out that it was because he liked it himself.
Feng Hetang stared at the face that looked so much like his sister, and forgot to blink. "Ms. Su, do you have a photo of your mother? I'd like to see it."
What's wrong with Dad? Why is he suddenly so concerned about Su Yanxi's mother? This is off topic.
Feng Muyu's expression was as confusing as the bow on the front of her underwear.
Is her father attracted to Su Yanxi? Or is he attracted to Su Yanxi's mother?
"Dad, what's the matter? Do you want to find a stepmother for me?"
Feng Hetang: "...Stop talking nonsense!"
Feng Muyu: "Then why are you asking about other people's mothers?"
Feng Hetang: "I think Miss Su looks familiar. I may have met Miss Su before."
Feng Muyu: "Dad, you're out of date. This kind of approach to flirting is outdated."
Feng Hetang's face flushed red. "I emphasize again, I'm not flirting with girls. I really think I've met Miss Su before."
Feng Muyu: "All men who use this trick to pick up girls say this."
Feng Hetang's face turned even redder.
Feng Muyu sipped on a sweet caramel macchiato with a straw in her mouth, and looked at Su Yanxi with a slanted eye. "Hey, are you pregnant with Fu Linchen's child?"
When Su Yanxi wanted to speak, a tall and handsome man sat next to her. The scent of cedar was sharp and cold, and his casual tone was unrestrained.
"To doubt that she's not pregnant with my child is an insult to my kidney function."
Fu Linchen leaned lazily on the back of his chair, looking at Feng Hetang and Feng Muyu opposite him, his arms resting on the table, the sleeves of his black shirt rolled up to his elbows, his forearm muscles bulging and firm, with blue veins running through them, and it was obvious that he was full of fierce explosive power.
"Given my physical condition, what do you think is incompatible with a woman's successful conception? What? Do you suspect I'm infertile?"
Feng Muyu walked along Fu Linchen's arm and looked at his strong and sturdy chest.
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