Chapter 696: Maka

Chapter 696
As a result, Fu Dashao had a taste that he had never tried in his life, even more addictive than the exquisite cuisine made by a Michelin restaurant chef.
Lamb rolls, fish balls, prawns, hairy belly, each ingredient in the same pot, can make him eat a new taste.
He likes such a down-to-earth life.
Jiwei shrimp was skewered on the bamboo skewers, and there was only one skewers left. Wen Chi watched eagerly, and the pot was gushing. Wen Qiao and Wen Chi's hands stretched out the bamboo skewers at the same time. Wen Qiao glanced at him: "Nan Li likes to eat. "
Brother Chi was wronged. His boyfriend is a dear boyfriend. He doesn't know if his brother is dear.
Fu Nanli only felt that Wen Qiao was extremely naive, did he grab a bite with a 16-year-old boy?
Well, as for him.
Wen Qiao peeled the shrimp and put it in his bowl. He didn't refuse. In front of his brother-in-law's longing eyes, he sandwiched the shrimp tail, passed it in the rich dip, and put it in his mouth.
The delicacy jumped on the tip of the tongue, and Fu Shao's taste buds were greatly satisfied.
The fussy Fu Dashao had a hot pot full of fireworks.
Wen Qiao was a little surprised. He used to go to Xiaotangshan for dinner. I heard that Xiaotangshan cooks for Fu Nanli. It was a Michelin chef. He always left his knife and fork after eating two bites. He didn't expect that he would like these groundedness. Good food.
The happiest thing is Ji Mingyuan. His cooking skills are recognized by Mr. Fu, indicating that his cooking is really delicious. He cheerfully said, "I will make barbecue at home in two days, and Mr. Fu can come and eat."
Fu Nanli wiped the corners of his mouth with a paper towel, Wen Qiao handed over a glass of Coke, and Fu Nanli took a sip. Tonight's dinner was sublimated. It turns out that the hot pot with Coke is so delicious.
"Well, I will come, your cooking skills are very good."
Fu Dashao stamped his approval, and the corners of Ji Mingyuan's mouth kept rising, but he never stopped.
When the dinner was over, Wen Qiao sent Fu Nanli to the car, and when he returned, he was called to his room by his uncle Su Ce.
The books on the desk are spread out, and they are clean and there is no trace of taking notes at all, because Su Ce never forgets, just read it once.
"Acho, do you tell your boyfriend everything?"
Wen Qiao was a little worried: "Did I say something wrong? Uncle, you can't leak this matter out?"
She only talked to Fu Nanli, but didn't talk to other people. Isn't it okay?
Su Ce hurriedly said: "There is nothing I can't tell, but the relationship between you and Fu Nanli is so close that you can talk about it, right?"
Wen Qiao was a little confused. Talking about her feelings with her uncle seemed to make her a little uncomfortable: "I have a deep relationship with him."
Su Ce hesitated to say something, "Is it the kind of feeling that you want to get married?"
Wen Qiao smiled and stroked his neck: "I plan to marry him after graduation."
Su Ce's forehead blue tendons slightly protruded: "Really?"
Wen Qiao: "Well, what's the matter? Uncle, you don't like him?"
Su Ce smiled reluctantly: "Why, how can uncle dislike the person A Qiao is fond of."
"He treats me very well, and I like him very much."
Su Ce tightened his hand on the edge of the desk slightly, and said solemnly: "Well, I can see it, okay, in the future, you try to tell him as little as possible. Your uncle, I am more privacy-conscious. "
Wen Qiao was a little guilty: "I'm sorry, my uncle, I won't be anymore."
Su Ce rubbed her head: "It's okay, go back to your own room."
(End of this chapter)