Fu Ningjue originally thought that he was ugly now, but when he glanced at Wen Yinuo, he saw her smiling and looked at him with a light in his eyes. He couldn't help but feel excited, and secretly felt that Wen Yinuo was not the superficial woman who looked at her face.

Even if she is not good-looking, she likes it if she likes it, and if she doesn't like it, she doesn't like it.

What's more, I'm actually very good-looking, so it's a plus.

Fu Ningjue was so happy that he became more and more pleasing to Wen Yinuo.

After both of their wounds were treated, they said goodbye to each other at the doctor.

Wen Yinuo was riding in Zhang Fengqi's Grand Cherokee. Like Fu Ningjue's car, they were parked in the large yard in front of the clinic.

Several people came out of the clinic, Wen Yinuo raised his hand, said goodbye to Fu Ningjue, and then got into Zhang Fengqi's car.

Fu Ningjue also got into his own car. When he turned around and said goodbye to Wen Yinuo, he suddenly found a familiar man staring at them in a taxi parked across the road.

It was Xiao Yiyuan.

He could see Xiao Yiyuan because the window of the taxi was transparent, and Xiao Yiyuan sat against the window. From his perspective, he could see clearly the person inside.

And if Wen Yinuo does not look back, he will be invisible.

Fu Ningjue glanced at him, quickly retracted his gaze, and made several exaggerated gestures and mouth shapes at Wen Yinuo, which made her so funny that she was so happy that she would not look back at the opposite street for no reason.

Zhang Fengqi's attention was also on Fu Ningjue. He only watched him pretend to be a fool in the car in front of him, and Wen Yinuo seemed to be quite helpful.

These young people really don't know what they are thinking.

When Wen Yinuo got home, he was a little tired. He talked to Wen Yangui and Zhang Fengqi, and then went back to the room to sleep.

She slept until night and it was dark outside.

I don’t know who closed the curtains in the bedroom. They were dark, and she almost couldn’t tell what time it was.

Wen Yinuo rubbed his eyes, reached out to turn on the desk lamp on the bedside table, and sat up slowly.

The wound on her arm should have been much better. She felt that she should not have a fever, but she was sweating all over and wanted to take a shower.

She sat for a while and felt hungry again.

From the morning to now...

She looked at her phone and it was already past six o'clock in the evening.

I almost didn't eat all day.

Wen Yinuo decided to have supper before taking a shower.

She changed herself with one hand and finally walked out of the bedroom.

The living room was quiet and there was no one, but the dining room was so vocal.

Wen Yinuo knew that his family should have supper in the restaurant.

She woke up just as soon as possible.

Wen Yinuo walked over with a smile.

There were five or six dishes on the dining table, which were more hearty than on weekends, and there was also a cup of soup and honey-colored soup that made people salivate.

Wen Yinuo immediately sat next to the soup and said with a smile: "Master, Grandpa, have you made the soup for me again? What kind of soup is this?"

Zhang Fengqi sneered, "This is a chicken stewed with donkey-hide gelatin and candied dates, which is specially used to replenish qi and blood, but it is not made by your master and grandfather."

Before he could finish his words, Wen Yinuo had already scooped up a sip of the soup and drank it.

"How could it be that Master Master Grandpa made?!" Wen Yinuo widened his eyes. "The taste of this soup is absolutely amazing. It has a fresh and tender chicken flavor. It is definitely not the type of broiler chicken raised on a large scale in the farm, but the free-range chicken in the mountains. It has just the right salty taste, and it won't be thirsty after drinking it, and it can also be sweet. It is both good and nourishing. Except Master Master Grandpa, you and your mother cannot make this taste!"

The old Taoist priest laughed and gave Wen Yinuo a thumbs up: "I am worthy of being my little disciple! This tongue is so good! - I'm going to tell you that the recipe for this soup is indeed mine, but it is indeed not what I made."

"I've tried it just now, at least I have the ability to succeed!"

Considering the age of the old Taoist priest, it is really amazing to have his nine success power.

Wen Yinuo looked at Zhang Fengqi, then at the old Taoist priest, and finally his eyes fell on her mother Wen Yangui.

She asked tentatively: "...Mom, is your cooking skills soaring recently?"

Zhang Fengqi held back his laughter and almost exploded.

Wen Yangui didn't mean to tease her, and smiled and said, "I'm not that powerful, I can learn the success of your master, grandfather, and it takes talent."

She lowered her eyes and looked at her job, and said indifferently: "It was sent by A Yuan. He sat there for a while and saw that you had not woken up, so he left."

Wen Yinuo was stunned, "...Who? Brother Yuan? When did he come?"

She looked at the soup in her bowl, not knowing what it felt.

The soup is indeed a good soup, but if it was made by Xiao Yiyuan... can she eat it or can't?

Wen Yinuo was a little hesitant.

If she had known that it was made by Xiao Yiyuan and would not eat a bite, she would have to hold it back now.

But during the quarrel, whoever bows his head first will be the puppy.

But the problem is that she had already tasted it before she knew it.

An important indicator to judge whether the food is delicious is whether you can give up after you taste it.

The level of this soup is definitely above that of "even if it is made by an enemy, you have to fight to the death after finishing it."

Wen Yinuo thought for a while and decided to finish the meal.

The stewing pot is very small and can only hold two small bowls of soup.

Wen Yinuo calmly finished the first bowl and drank the second bowl.

After eating, he wiped his mouth and said, "If Brother Yuan comes with food, you have to explain it to me first."

"What are you doing?" Zhang Fengqi took the chopsticks and knocked on the empty stewing pot.

"I will not eat it first." Wen Yinuo looked very strong, "He doesn't want to slap him before giving him a sweet date! I'm not a puppy, so I won't eat his trick!"

Since Wen Yinuo took the initiative to mention it, Wen Yangui and Zhang Fengqi looked at each other, and then looked away.

Both of them thought they could ask.

Wen Yangui said in surprise: "Slap? Did A Yuan attack you? Yinuo, a man who likes to hit people cannot ask for it, he will abuse domestically."

Wen Yinuo raised his eyebrows and said proudly: "I'm not afraid, I can hit me back! But Brother Yuan didn't slap me, I'm just an analogy."

"What kind of metaphor is to speak like this?" Zhang Fengqi inserted a proper mouth.

Wen Yinuo said with confidence: "It's just a quarrel!"

"Oh? A quarrel? It's really rare. A Yuan is so kind to you, and he still quarrels?" Wen Yangui slowly tugged at her words.

Wen Yinuo felt that there was nothing to say. She stared at Wen Yangui vigilantly and said, "Mom, don't you want to know the details of my love, right? This is my privacy."

Wen Yangui was choked and said unhappy: "Who wants to know the details of your relationship? I just want to know why you quarreled! A Yuan suddenly moved out, there must be a reason, right?"

"There is a reason, but I don't want to say it." Wen Yinuo was very honest this time and didn't make an excuse.

Zhang Fengqi understood Wen Yinuo more and said with a smile: "Big sister, Yinuo has grown up, and you often tell me not to get involved in their younger generations."

"I'm not going to get involved." Wen Yangui sighed, "But I feel uncomfortable when I see the two of them having a quarrel. Can't you sit down and talk? Who knows what to do when you first fall in love? But I don't communicate, and this is how misunderstandings arise."

Wen Yinuo has different ideas from Wen Yangui.

She held her head up and said disapprovingly: "What's the point of communicating with? Sometimes I can't even understand what I'm thinking. What's the use of communicating with another person? I have to work as a part-time psychoanalyst when I'm in a relationship? Are you tired... - I don't want it."

This view of love is completely different from Wen Yangui. She has never examined love from this perspective, but when she thinks about it carefully, it seems that the same is true.

Wen Yangui's brows frowned, as if he was in deep thought.

Zhang Fengqi glanced at Wen Yangui and asked Wen Yinuo with a smile: "Then what do you want in love?"

"Of course I have to be happy with him." Wen Yinuo touched his injured arm and said proudly, "If the two are not as happy as the one alone, why should I be with him?"

"He made me unhappy this time. I just want to lose my temper and ignore him. Unless he bows his head first and begs for mercy."

Zhang Fengqi was happy to hear it, quietly gave Wen Yinuo a thumbs up and lipped: "Good words!"

The old Taoist priest also praised her: "That's right! People in our Taoist sect are more free and easy than ordinary people. If they are in harmony, they will come, and if they are not, they will go. Don't force yourself. Moreover, the relationship that comes with bare will not last long. Only natural feelings can last forever."

Wen Yinuo applauded: "Master and Grandpa are so awesome! I like this sentence. Can you post the copyright to your friends?!"

He asked the old Taoist priest again: "How many girlfriends have you ever had?"

The old Taoist priest blushed suddenly, and he puffed up his cheeks and glared at her, "I think you are a big or a little girl and want to go to heaven! You can also covet the master's personal emotional life? - I also have privacy!"

"Okay okay!" Wen Yinuo smiled and covered his mouth, deliberately whispering in a low voice but everyone could hear it, "...I guess my grandfather may not have a girlfriend... Because he is too free and easy, people who are particularly good at talking on paper have no practical experience."

While Zhang Fengqi scolded Wen Yinuo, "Nothing nonsense!" he secretly poked her under the table and gave her a thumbs up.

Wen Yinuo knew that she guessed correctly, but with the principle of "seeing through but not saying it out", she picked up her phone and started posting to Moments.

This time she posted what the old Taoist priest had just said.

#The barely-committed relationship will not last long, only natural relationships can last forever#.

The picture shows the stew pot that just finished drinking the soup.

Fu Ningjue was the first to like and comment.

[Mr. Xiao Fu]: Wow! So philosophical! The heroes have similar views!

At this time, Xiao Yiyuan also commented, but he did not like it.

[Brother Yuan]: Going to bed early after drinking the soup is conducive to the recovery of the wound. You will not think randomly when you are full.

Wen Yinuo didn't expect Xiao Yiyuan to reply on his own initiative, his heart pounding, and he couldn't help but reply to him.

[Yinuo] Reply [Brother Yuan]: I won’t! I want to stay up late! I want to think randomly!
Chapter completed!