Chapter 1159: Taste the same

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Qiu Wenzheng's tone was very light, as if he knew Feng Sujin could come.
Feng Sujin didn't notice the difference between Qiu Wenmao's look and tone. She felt her heart sinking because she didn't see the figure she was expecting.
But the smell of dumplings is too familiar, it is really the feeling in memory.
Liang Xiaoqing has been here for a while. When she saw Feng Sujin coming in, she heard Qiu Wenquan's words, her hands shook, her chopsticks were unstable, and she almost fell to the ground.
Now she finally understands why Qiu Wenyu wanted to make the dumplings hot again and again, and kept fanning them by hand, for fear that the taste would not go out.
Just now she asked him why he didn't eat, he said he was not hungry and would eat again later.
Liang Xiaoqing's heart was bitter. She understood that Qiu Wenxi was waiting for the girl.
It was the girl she saw when she arrived that day, and she was still lying pale on the bed.
At that time, she was very beautiful, and now she walked in in such a leisurely way, with a more distinguished style.
With such a woman, she felt like she was being beaten.
Liang Xiaoqing picked up a bowl of dumplings and ate it, as if she was deliberately relieved.
Qiu Wenji grabbed Liang Xiaoqing's hand, "You eat this bowl of dumplings."
Those two bowls of dumplings were dragged by Feng Sujin specially for the sick body, and he didn't fake anyone's hands from beginning to end, he couldn't even help if he wanted to help.
Of course, he didn't even want to taste one. The two bowls were only Feng Sujin's, and Liang Xiaoqing could not eat them.
Qiu Wenming's unconscious movement completely hurt Liang Xiaoqing's heart.
Liang Xiaoqing has an urge to leave the tableware and leave here.
But she still held back. She wanted to watch how Qiu Wenmao got along with that woman.
Liang Xiaoqing numbly ate dumplings one by one, and felt that they were all tasteful and bitter.
Feng Sujin looked around in the tent, trying to find some traces, and wanted to prove that Jun Mohan had been here.
No, nothing.
Qiu Wenquan could naturally see what Feng Sujin was looking for, and he sighed in his heart.
If Jun Mohan didn't want Feng Sujin to find it, no trace would be left.
Qiu Wenmao felt that he had sighed too much recently, just like the old man.
Liang Xiaoqing's eyes rolled slowly, observing Qiu Wenyu for a while, and observing the beauty for a while.
How did she feel a little wrong? Qiu Wenmao's eyes looked sad and sighing, as if she didn't look at her lover.
After the woman came in, she didn't stop looking at Qiu Wenyu and her. She seemed to be looking for something or someone.
After Liang Xiaoqing calmed down, she found that the woman was filled with a deep sense of sadness all over her.
Let the onlookers watch, there was a feeling that could not help but want to cry.
She didn't know why she had this emotion.
Qiu Wenji coughed and broke the silence: "Since you are here, it is also the Hankun Festival. It is the most important festival of the Dakun tribe. There are ready-made dumplings. Eat some dumplings!"
Qiu Wenzheng handed Feng Sujin a unique bowl of dumplings.
Feng Sujin looked down at the dumplings in the bowl, smelled the smell and sniffed. "This dumpling tastes really familiar, just like his taste."
"Festivals, let alone those, you may just miss him too much."
Feng Sujin shook her head, "I thought I missed him too much, I wanted to go crazy, but I don't think I'm crazy, the food he cooked, his breath, I'm very familiar with it, I won't make a mistake, although not I know why you didn't tell me the truth, but I'm sure you have contacted him. "