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Chapter 372 "What About You?"

He turned his head to look at her, and made the same evaluation as her: "Very fresh."

Ruan Xunxun laughed lightly and asked, "Then do you want more?"

Fu Lanyan didn't make a sound, but paused for a moment on his knuckles, and then he pushed the bowl in front of Ruan Xunxun.

Ruan Xunxun filled another bowl for him.

Just like that, Fu Lanyan drank three bowls of soup.

In the end, it was Ruan Xunxun who saw something was wrong, and moved the soup bowl to the side, "I can't drink any more, eat."

As soon as she finished speaking, she put a few chopsticks into his rice bowl, "I haven't used the chopsticks, they are clean."

"It doesn't matter if you use it." Fu Lanyan murmured.

The voice was too low, and Ruan Xunxun couldn't hear clearly for a while, "What did you say?" she asked.

Fu Lanyan: "Eat."

"oh oh."

Seeing that Fu Lanyan was eating quietly, Ruan Xunxun didn't speak anymore, and sat down to eat honestly.

Suddenly, Ruan Xunxun's eyes froze, and she looked at the dishes on the table.

Fu Lanyan caught a glimpse of her expression from the corner of her eye, and he asked, "The food is not to your liking?"

Ruan Xunxun shook his head.What she thought was that she watched Aunt Zhao make these meals by herself just now, and it is impossible for one person's craftsmanship to change so much.

So who cooks the meals delivered to the room?

Her eyes suddenly fell on Fu Lanyan, is it him?
There are only three of them here.

Only him.

The image of the restaurant in the hospital suddenly appeared in his mind. Ruan Xunxun put down the bowl and chopsticks and turned to ask Aunt Zhao, "Aunt Zhao, does someone in your family open a restaurant?"

Although she didn't know why Ruan Xunxun asked such a question suddenly, Aunt Zhao was puzzled for a few seconds, and then replied honestly: "No."

She asked, "Ma'am, is there a problem with the food?"

There is no problem with food, but there is a problem with people.

"No, I just think Aunt Zhao's skills are better than some chefs."

Fu Lanyan suddenly said, "Aunt Zhao once worked as a chef at a Michelin restaurant."

Ruan Xunxun nodded, looked straight at Fu Lanyan, and smiled slightly: "What about you?"

Four eyes facing each other.

Fu Lanyan paused slightly, her eyes dodged a little.

Ruan Xunxun leaned closer to him, and the distance between the two of them instantly narrowed, "Huh? Why didn't you speak?"

Fu Lanyan's eyes became calm again, and she asked, "What did you say?"

Ruan Xunxun: "Don't you have anything to say to me?"

Fu Lanyan: "...No."

well.

Ruan Xunxun asked Aunt Zhao to bring a pair of chopsticks, and then kept adding vegetables to Fu Lanyan's bowl: "Eat more."

The food on his rice bowl quickly piled up into a "hill pile".

He frowned slightly, but in just a moment, he took the chopsticks and silently wiped out the meals.

Ever since, Fu Lanyan used a bowl of rice and a bunch of vegetables for lunch.

He was really fed up.

At this time, Aunt Zhao came over with a fruit platter. Ruan Xunxun took it and put it in front of him, "Digest."

Fu Lanyan glanced at her quietly.

Ruan Xunxun saw the sign in his eyes, and she asked, "Is there anything you want to say to me?"

Fu Lanyan was silent.

Ruan Xunxun took an apple and stuffed it into her mouth, and after two or three seconds, she said: "Look at what I do, if you want to eat it, do it yourself." Who told him to lie to her!

Fu Lanyan turned her head to look at her, "You know."

Ruan Xun was silent for a few seconds: "When did you learn cooking?"

She doesn't remember.

Fu Lanyan was silent for a long time, and finally stood up. Seeing that he was about to leave, Ruan Xunxun raised his hand to hold him, confused, "What's wrong?"

(End of this chapter)