Paranoid Fu Shao's heart

Chapter 38 Conscious Detachment
You can clearly smell the sweetness in the porridge, and there are yams, half a root, fresh shrimp, etc. in it, but it feels like there is no taste at all...

She clicked her tongue, took a mouthful of porridge in her mouth and sipped it for a moment before swallowing it.

He tried to scoop another spoonful into his mouth again.

This time, I only felt a warm touch without any smell.

Which chef made this?

It's too bad!

Putting down the spoon, she picked up the chopsticks and reached for the plate closest to her on the table, picked up a piece of sweet and sour eggplant, put it in her mouth and chewed.

Then he swallowed it into his stomach.

Bad review!

Luosang scanned the dishes on the table, and then fixed his eyes on the plate of spicy and cold potato chips.

She stretched out her hand with glowing eyes, but she couldn't reach it. She glanced at Mr. Fu who was eating quietly beside him, thinking that he should have the habit of not talking when eating or sleeping.

Sensing the girl's gaze, Fu Shihan slightly raised his eyelids: "What's wrong?"

"Not enough..."

Fu Shihan's deep and quiet black eyes stared at her for a few seconds, then followed the direction in which the girl's chopsticks were stretched out, and the plate was covered with red chili oil.

The man paused for a moment, then turned his head to look at Luosang: "Is it because you don't like spicy food?"

As he spoke, he took her chopsticks with his bony hands and picked up a slice that was about to be placed on her plate, the girl let out an "ah", staring at the spicy potato chips on the chopsticks, with her mouth slightly open.

As if waiting for him to feed her.

Fu Shihan's hands stiffened, and he couldn't help but squeezed the chopsticks tightly. After a while, he silently handed the chopsticks to the girl's mouth.

Immediately afterwards, the girl moved her head closer and took a bite. After pouted, she closed her phoenix eyes and uttered a sentence: "The color is attractive, but the taste is not good."

After speaking, he took the chopsticks in his hand and put the potato slices on the plate next to him.

Fu Shihan's expression froze, and he shot cold eyes like cold pools at the butler, and said in a cold tone, "What's going on?"

The butler was frightened by the man's stare, and broke into cold sweat instantly, "This, young master, these dishes are made according to your orders, and the cooks are still those people, there will be no mistakes."

Luosang saw the expression on the housekeeper's face, "These cooks are also very good. Look at the plate just now, it is full of chili oil. Try it, it has no taste at all!"

After Fu Shihan stared at the girl for a while, he, who never eats spicy food, picked up his chopsticks and picked up a piece of spicy potato under her piercing eyes.

It fell into the mouth, chewed it a few times and then swallowed it into the throat.

Luosang tilted his head and asked, "How is it?"

Fu Shihan's eyebrows were cold, he picked up the white water on the table, and took a sip, "It's a bit spicy."

The girl looked at him in disbelief: "Spicy? There is no spicy taste at all. Every dish here has no taste. How delicious?"

Hearing this, the man's mind flashed through the medical books he saw in the girl's room in the morning, and his appetite has been poor until this time...

Fu Shihan was thinking intently, the emotions in his eyes were secretly ups and downs, he lowered his eyes slightly to hide the expression in his eyes, and said in an unclear tone: "Try other dishes again."

She paused for a moment, then replied in a daze, "...ah, okay."

Just as she was about to pick up a mouthful of meat, her light-white fingers loosened suddenly, and the chopsticks in her hand fell off, smashing into the soup, and a few drops of the splashed soup fell on the girl's hands, leaving her with the last breath. Feel.

The consciousness of the brain was gradually withdrawn, the whole body softened, and the forehead hit the table.

The man brushed her forehead swiftly.

(End of this chapter)