Mutual doting with Xueba boyfriend

Chapter 8 The picky eater Mr. Fu

Fu Guoqiang finished his academic seminar on Sunday afternoon and rushed back to thank the Gu family and welcome Fu Chen.Fu Guoqiang decided to treat him to dinner on Sunday night. Although it was Fu Guoqiang who invited him to dinner, he just moved the place to eat at Fu's house.

The burden of buying vegetables and cooking, to put it mildly, fell on Gu Qingran and Fu Chen.In fact, it fell on Gu Qingran, and Fu Chen was just going through the motions.

This is the first time Fu Chen has come to the vegetable market since he can remember.The environment of the vegetable market is as bad as imagined, and it can even be said to be worse than imagined. The smell of various seasonings, fish, and blood wafting in the air makes people sick.

Fu Chen kept his face dark and frowned the whole time.He felt that he had been kicked in the head by a donkey to come here.The master with capital close-up on his face was not happy, and he disliked this place very much.

Compared to Fu Chen, Gu Qingran didn't feel the whole process. After all, he has been here many times and he has long been used to it. Chu Hong cooks on weekdays, and Gu Qingran takes full responsibility for Gu's food when he arrives on weekends.

Fu Chen touched his trouser pocket, and immediately withdrew his hand to rub his trembling hair irritably, cursing silently, "Fuck!"

Gu Qingran cast a sideways glance at Fu Chen, and walked into a nearby pharmacy.He circled around inside a few times, and finally stopped in front of a shelf to pick and choose.

At this moment, Fu Chen, who was smoking outside the door, was about to reach the peak of his inner irritability, and he was about to give up what was visible to the naked eye.I can only take a few puffs of cigarettes fiercely to vent my inner depression and irritability.

After a while, Gu Qingran came out, and handed a black mask to Fu Chen: "Here you are!"

It was just two simple words, an ordinary mask, but like a pot of cold water being poured over his head, it miraculously extinguished most of the irritability in Fu Chen's heart.

At that moment, his heart was a little moved, a stranger was indeed here with Fu Chen, Gu Qingran was still a stranger, a stranger could take care of his likes and dislikes.

Fu Chen's heart that has suffered all kinds of grievances is like rain after a long drought. Although it is only a drizzle, it has relieved his unreasonable irritability and depression since he came here.

Fu Chen, who wanted to leave at first, silently followed behind Gu Qingran because of a mask, silently watched him pick vegetables indifferently, bargained with the vegetable boss very skillfully, and watched him like a fish in water in this chaotic vegetable market.

It seems that he is integrated with this place, but his calm and calm temperament, tall and straight figure, and straight back make him look different from this place.

As for Fu Chen, a discerning person can see that he does not belong here, he is like a young master who is losing his temper, he entered here by mistake.It is written all over the body that the young master is unhappy, unhappy, angry, don't mess with me, a bright thorn, a walking dynamite bag, the kind that explodes at a glance.

Gu Qingran was about to pick a carrot when his hand just touched it.

Fu Chen's voice came from behind him: "I don't eat carrots."

Gu Qingran glanced at Fu Chen, retracted his hand, and turned to the mushroom.

Fu Chen's voice sounded again: "I don't eat mushrooms."

Gu Qingran:......

Then Gu Qingran turned to Broccoli, and looked at Fu Chen while stretching out her hand.

Fu Chen uttered two words coolly: "Don't eat!"

Gu Qingran let out a breath, and asked with his hands on his forehead, "Is there anything else that you don't want to eat, and report it together."

Fu Chen's endorsement generally said a long list: "Ginger, pepper, pumpkin, tofu, green onion, leek, leek flower, fish, shrimp, and by the way, green vegetables."

The more you listen to Gu Qingran's head, the bigger it is, this is not an ordinary challenge, it is simply difficult to serve!No wonder he didn't drink that porridge last night, vegetable porridge.But he didn't look at it at all last night.

Gu Qingran: "You didn't look at that porridge last night, why didn't you drink it?"

Fu Chen: "I can smell the green vegetables!"

Gu Qingran murmured a dog's nose!

Gu Qingran asked casually: "You are so picky about eating, are you sure you haven't been beaten by your adults?"

Fu Chen: "My adults don't have time to take care of me!"

I don't have time to talk to me, in other words, the adults in his family don't know that he is a picky eater, what a sad thing.

But Fu Chen said it so lightly, as if he had already gotten used to it, and he could no longer have the slightest resentment, and he didn't care about all this.It doesn't matter whether adults know or not, it doesn't matter whether adults care.

Following the red eye corners without any warning, Fu Chen stabbed a tiny needle in Gu Qingran's heart again, the kind of needle that hurts the heart and liver slightly.

Gu Qingran's original intention was to hate Young Master Fu, but now he is not in the mood to care about it.I can only buy vegetables that Young Master Fu can eat.

Soon Gu Qingran picked out the dishes and took Fu Chen back.

Fu Chen still put his hands in his pockets like when he came, walking coolly.

Gu Qingran was not discouraged with his hands full of ingredients, first of all: he has long been used to it.Second: He didn't expect this young master to help him share the burden.