Chapter 47: Jun Shao cooks

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Thinking of some previous experiences, Feng Sujin's eyes dim, but there is still some sadness.
She sighed inwardly, she listened to Dr. Qiu's words, and thought about what Jun Mohan did for her.
If not for Mr. Jun, she doesn't know if she can survive!
So she decided to say goodbye to the past.
Let it be a cloud of smoke in the past. She will also be a good lady in the future, treat Jun Mohan well, and be a good wife.
Although Jun Mohan was driving the car, he had been paying attention to Feng Sujin's look.
Seeing her lonely and bright look for a while, Jun Mohan asked softly, "What are you thinking?"
Feng Sujin smiled brightly at Jun Mohan, "I was thinking, Dr. Qiu, in fact, cares about your friend, he hopes you can be happy."
Feng Sujin just smiled with a sense of lightness, as if she really put a lot of psychological burden down.
Jun Mohan's eyes flashed, "Don't get him wrong?"
Feng Sujin shook her head. "No misunderstanding. I hope a friend cares about you."
Jun Mohan smiled and didn't speak, but obviously he was in a good mood.
After returning to the villa, it was almost time for dinner. Jun Mohan asked Feng Sujin, "What do you want to eat?"
Feng Sujin is thinking about some things. Leng Buding heard Jun Mohan's question and said without thinking: "According to the custom, if you want to catch the wind, do you want noodles?"
After speaking, Feng Sujin felt a little embarrassed. Was it not good to make such a request?
She was actually thinking that Jun Mohan had been away for so long. She should eat noodles when she returned.
Jun Mohan whispered: "If you say to eat noodles, I will do it. If it is anything else, my cooking skills may not work."
Feng Sujin opened her eyes and looked at Jun Mohan, "You ... would you make noodles?"
At present, there are very few boys who can cook. In Beiquan City, the children of the Quanmen family are far away from the kitchen.
Most of them quote what ancient people said, what gentlemen are far away from cooking, and what their time is used to do more important things, how can they waste time cooking?
Even Nalan Yunqing, who was in college, did not cook, and did not even make noodles.
Not to mention Lan Beichen, she used to cook for him.
However, Feng Sujin would not know that Lan Beichen later made soup for Liu Shiya himself.
Thinking of these two people, Feng Sujin quickly shook his head and removed them from his mind.
Jun Mohan also knows some current trends, so he feels that Feng Sujin shook his head and did not believe in his cooking skills. "Do n’t believe it? I made it. If you feel delicious, you can taste it."
Feng Sujin was excited now, and her eyes were full of expectation.
She put down the newspaper in her hand and stood up. "I'll give you a hand?"
Jun Mohan nodded, "Yeah."
The two couples cooperated in the kitchen, but they were very tacit. They did not seem to have just met a new person, but rather like their husband and wife.
Only in such a warm atmosphere, Feng Sujin's cell phone rang.
Jun Mohan looked at the noodles and said to Feng Sujin: "Go and answer the phone. You don't have to do anything here, the noodles will be just a moment."
When Jun Mohan brought the noodles to a small dining table outside, he saw Feng Sujin sitting on the sofa and holding his cell phone in a daze, and said, "Why not answer the phone?"
Feng Sujin hung up the ringing phone. "It's Lan Beichen. I don't want to have any more contact with the people in the past."
Jun Mohan looked at her childish appearance and came up to persuade him, "You don't need to do this, everything is just fine."