Chapter 1148: Finale of the protagonist

The subtext is that she can finally go back, right?
It turned out she still didn't forget to go back all the time--
Di Shiyin's heart was astringent, and she slowly set the tableware for her and touched her bun head, which broke her fantasy in one sentence: "It's early."
Still early? Feng Qingyu raised her eyebrows: "I think you've recovered almost."
Di Shiyin peeled a shrimp for her again: "It hurts almost. But it will take a long time to restore the original skills ..."
"Why?" Shouldn't he be able to recover after the injury?
Di Shiyin glanced at her and sold a key: "You eat well, I'll tell you after you have a full meal." Doting in tone is like coaxing a little baby.
Feng Qingyu: "..." She pursed her lips, and this loli had been a long time, and she really had some stomachaches.
Forget it, eat! It's not too late to ask him after eating.
A table of dishes is full of colors and fragrances. Feng Qingyu just took a few bites and suddenly stopped. Subconsciously swept the table: ants on the tree, sweet and sour fish, skewered skewers, Kung Pao chicken ...
These dishes should not have existed at this time!
She raised her head up, staring directly at Di Shiyin: "This-these dishes ..."
These dishes were originally good dishes of He Xiangwan. On the last night of modern times, he prepared these for her--
How did Di Shiyin do this? And the dishes were exactly the same as that one that night, it was weird!
"What's wrong with these dishes?" Di Shi raised his eyebrows and looked at her with a smile.
Feng Qingyu took a breath: "Do you make these dishes?"
"Naturally, why doesn't it suit your taste?" Di Shiyin clamped a shrimp ball for her.
"Is it ... someone taught you?" Feng Qingyu didn't give up.
Di Shiyin laughed without saying a word, raising his hand, and there was another row of red candles on the table, and the wine in the glass reflected by the swaying candlelight was shaking slightly.
candlelight dinner?
Feng Qingyu's heart trembled a little, and the situation seemed to be familiar ...
She smiled reluctantly: "What day is it today, you are so romantic?"
"Guess what?" Di Shiyin leaned very close to her, her deep eyes intoxicated by the candlelight.
Feng Qingyu's eyes flashed a shimmer, and she shook her head: "I can't guess."
Di Shiyin sighed lightly: "Little fool, today is our 100-day anniversary, shouldn't we celebrate it?"
"Slap!" Luo Qingyu's glass fell to the ground.
Di Shiyin smiled slightly, not knowing where to change a bunch of flowers: "Baby, give it to you."
Feng Qingyu Hitomi shrinks sharply, Peony! The big red peony is rich and warm like a fire.
"Why—send this?" Everything seemed to reappear, Feng Qingyu's voice shook slightly.
"Baby, peony is the king of flowers, don't you think it suits you?"
He leaned over and approached her: "Why, don't you like it?" The tone was light, as if the spring breeze was blowing.
Feng Qingyu suddenly stood up, her eyes wide open: "You ... who are you?"