Lord Fu’s Forensic Wife

uh-huh?

Did you hear that right?

The proprietress of the small farmyard was shocked:

"This, this, little Susu, he just called you... Mom? So?"

Su Zhixiao put his son down:

"My son, porridge, is called Aunt Wei."

The kids are still very nice:

"Hello Aunt Wei."

The proprietress burst out laughing, and she really liked the small porridge:

"Hello, hello, hello, little porridge, right? He's so good, he looks so handsome!"

It's enough to see that the proprietress has a good looking dog!

Fu Jiyan parked the car and came over. He heard the chubby old bridesmaid praising the little boy from a distance away. As early as the first time he saw this farmyard, he looked at it. It can be concluded that my wife and this proprietress are quite familiar.

It's not weekends and holidays, there aren't many guests in the farmyard, and there are only two or three tables of guests scattered here and there.

Therefore, Fu Jiyan didn't make any disguise and came over directly.

"Have you ordered?" she asked softly beside the woman's ear.

Su Zhixiao couldn't help shaking his shoulders:

"Not yet." replied.

The proprietress is not blind. Looking at the face that is basically similar to the porridge, what else can't you understand?

"Little Susu, don't you want to introduce this person? Who is it?" It was full of fun.

It's all here, and it's impossible to lie and talk nonsense.

"Porridge Daddy."

In front of someone, Su Zhixiao couldn't say 'husband', 'husband' and the like.

On the other hand, Fu Jiyan had already taken the initiative to chat with the proprietress:

"Hello, my surname is Fu."

"Wait, wait, no matter how I look at you, I don't think you look familiar, and your surname is Fu, ah, you, you, you are not that big star named Fu?"

Fu Jiyan smiled:

"Do I look like a big star? A lot of people say that."

So, isn't it?

The lady boss was very puzzled.

Fortunately, Su Zhixiao has already spoken:

"Sister Wei, is there a private room?"

"There is, there is, the box you often want is empty."

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It was not until the family of three entered the private room that the proprietress regained her senses and muttered:

"It's still like a big star? Isn't it!"

I hurriedly followed with my feet. In the private room, the decoration was naturally inferior to that of a large restaurant and hotel, except for a large round table and chairs, which was rudimentary.

The door was not closed, but the proprietress knocked on the door, and then came in with a smile, holding the menu in her hand:

"Little Susu, you're hiding deep enough!"

Su Zhixiao blushed and became a little uncomfortable:

"Sister Wei!"

"Okay, okay, stop making fun of you, what would you like to eat today?"

Su Zhixiao reported several dish names, all of which were relatively bland.

After the proprietress wrote it down, she looked at the father and son:

"Mr. Fu, small porridge, what do you want to eat? We don't dare to say anything else in our small courtyard, but as long as you can name it, we have it."

The boss and the wife have been engaged in the catering industry for half their lives, and they are almost dabbling in all major cuisines, so people really have this confidence!

Fu Jiyan usually has a bland taste, a habit he has cultivated since he was a child.

"Just the ones you just ordered, that's enough."

As for the small porridge, I don't even know it. Anyway, as long as my mother ordered it, I would eat it.

The proprietress closed the menu in her hand: "Okay, wait for a while, and I'll serve you food soon."

"It's troublesome."

"Don't be polite, Mr. Fu. We have known Xiao Susu for many years. We will be our own home when we come here. Don't be polite. If you need anything, feel free to mention it."

"it is good."

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