grandpa is not sick

Chapter 97
No matter what, since Fu Qingliu knew it, there was no reason why he didn't know it. Otherwise, he would always feel sorry for him, but it was too late to go out to buy gifts at this time, and she didn't know what to give, so she couldn't give another one. Bouquet?After much deliberation, I thought it would be good to make a bowl of longevity noodles for him.Although I really can't expect how delicious she can cook if she can't leave the kitchen.

After barely making a bowl of sticky noodle soup, frying an ugly egg, and putting in some other ingredients for decoration, it finally doesn’t look too unappetizing. Fu Qingliu looked at the time and felt that It should be almost 10 minutes, but she asked him out [-] minutes before [-].

Fu Qingliu took the finished cakes upstairs, and the small cakes that people went out to sell were also delivered. Then she received a call from Fu Yixun, telling Fu Yixun the room number to let him come up by himself, after hanging up the phone , I don’t know why it’s not me who celebrates my birthday, but I’m a little nervous.

It is said that Fu Yixun, who was told the room number downstairs, stood in the hotel lobby and his ears gradually turned red. After noticing the eyes of the surrounding people looking at him, he felt ashamed as if he was going to have an affair. He cursed in his heart as he walked to the elevator, Fu Dump that vile and shameless woman, let him come over so late, what do you want to do in her room?Could it be that he was thinking, thinking about him?Don't think about it!He is a man with a firm will, and he will not casually have sex with her before the relationship is confirmed!
Staring at the numbers displayed on the elevator with red ears, her heartbeat gradually picked up. After the elevator door opened, she felt like she didn't want to go out but was pulled by something, and walked all the way to the door of Fu Qingliu's room. He cursed secretly in his heart, and knocked on the door.

The door opened quickly, and Fu Qingliu appeared in front of him with a smile. He was neatly dressed, his fair face was rosy, and there was a vague sense of crystal clearness, which made people unable to bear to take a few more glances.

"Come in quickly." Fu Qingliu stretched out his hand and pulled the person in, all the way to the table. It's already past eleven o'clock, and the birthday will be over if you don't hurry up.

The noodles and cakes on the table were covered with silver lids, and Fu didn't pay attention to this for ten days. He watched Fu Qingliu pull him to this side in doubt, then ran to the side again, pressed the switch, The eyes hadn't adapted to the sudden darkness yet, and for a moment they seemed to be trapped in a pitch-black darkness.

"Fu Qingliu?" Fu Yixun suddenly became nervous. Could it be that this woman really...

A ray of candlelight suddenly appeared in front of him, and as the lid was lifted, a cluster of weak candlelight illuminated a small circle around him, which reflected the bright eyes of the woman kneeling behind the table. He saw Fu Qingliu waved at him, "Come on, come on, the dough is going to be mushy."

Fu Yixun walked over in a daze, looked at her, then at the cake and the bowl of noodles on the table, "This is..."

"Happy birthday." Fu Qingliu said, leaned over and pulled his hand, stuffed the chopsticks into his hand, pushed the noodles in front of him, and looked at him expectantly, "Try it, it's my first time Cooking success... well, it should be considered a success." At least on the outside.

"...Do you know that my birthday is today?" Fu Yixun looked down at these two simple things, and felt an inexplicable feeling in his heart. He remembered his birthday, but he didn't care about it and didn't love it too much. When I was a child, every year on my birthday, a large number of people would come to my door to hand over various expensive gifts. However, the protagonist of that day was not him, but the parents behind him and all the aura attached to him, so waiting for him to become independent Afterwards, it’s almost no birthday. At first, some people sent gifts to their door, but they gradually stopped sending them when they didn’t get any response from him. Even for those in the family, it’s mostly just a phone call, or sending something expensive but not very thoughtful. Come over and give him something, this birthday is really meaningless and not a good thing to live.

(End of this chapter)