An Encounter That Can Not Be Recalled

From last night until now, Fu Tingyu knew that the girl was hungry, so he reminded her to eat breakfast first. If there was anything, she could talk about it after she finished eating.

No matter how big the issue was, it was not as crucial as being hungry.

Qin Shu was already hungry. Looking at the dishes on the table being opened by the man one by one, the fragrance assaulted her face. The side dishes, dishes, color, aroma, and taste were all present. She could not help but swallow a mouthful of saliva secretly.

This hotel didn't have Chinese food, and with her understanding of Fu Tingyu, she could be sure that he made this table full of breakfast.

At this moment, the man handed her a pair of chopsticks.

She picked up a fried dumpling and put it into her mouth to chew. She took it and held it in her palm. Perhaps it was because she had eaten too many dishes made by the man personally, but she was even more confident that these were all made by him.