Crossing fortune telling: Mental illnesses running in both directions

Fu Guanci pressed his chest, his heart beating wildly. It was far from as steady as he appeared to be.

Just thinking back to the girl's awkward and blushing cheeks, the corners of his mouth couldn't help but rise. Fortunately, he was the only one in the room, so he could show his true emotions without any burden.

For the entire night, he didn't even dare to close his eyes completely, fearing that this was just a dream that would disappear once he woke up.

After finally making it to dawn, Fu Guanci no longer cared about anything else. He was like a peacock with its feathers spread out. Not only was he dressed more elegantly than usual, he also did not try to hide his behavior, which was like he was having an indirect seizure.

In the past, he had tried to prevent Shen Zhinian from noticing his deliberate behavior, and he had to find a reason before doing anything. Now that he had revealed his cards, it was natural that he would give her all the good stuff.

As for whether other people would think I was crazy?

Fu Guanci sneered. He didn't live to please others.

Looking at the fresh ingredients that are continuously delivered to the kitchen, as well as the chefs who were poached from certain famous restaurants or teahouses.

Aunt Tang looked alert as if her job was about to be taken away, and she protected the spatula in her hand with all her might.

Who would have thought that when he nervously stepped out of the room, he saw their formerly noble and peerless head of the family, standing at the door, with a tall and slender figure and a lazy look on his face.

The reason why it was the past was that seeing the other person looking like he was baptized by spring, Aunt Tang really couldn't say with a clear conscience that she could still see the cold shadow of the other person in the past.

He was born outstanding, with a handsome appearance and unparalleled beauty. The faint morning light shone down, casting a starry glow on his pair of peach blossom eyes, making him look dignified and full of vigor.

Aunt Tang put down the spatula with a confused look on her face, and the corners of her mouth twitched: "..."Are you in heat?

Oh my god, the hot summer hasn’t arrived yet, it’s actually spring now!

She had suspected it before. The head of the family, who had always been obsessed with money, suddenly resurrected like a machine. He was making delicious food in different ways, going out to buy shopping whenever he wanted, and he was particularly good at dressing himself up. It was obvious that he cared about something!

It is known that the head of the family does not like the master, his mistress and the second son at all, and Aotian is a bohemian and freedom-loving boy.

Normally, Aotian is not interested in explicit arrangements. He just likes to enjoy the stimulating atmosphere and have a pleasant activity in the dead of night that will benefit both you and your stomach.

Therefore, these things cannot possibly be prepared for this group of people.

Then the problem is coming.

Aunt Tang looked around and saw that the head of the family was surrounded by men only.

Men...men? !!!

The head of the family is... is...

A large shadow fell in front of him, and Fu Guanci walked to the boxes of food without him noticing.

At the same time, he also heard the trembling voice of Aunt Tang's soul reshaping, and asked casually: "What's the matter?"

Aunt Tang: "Wa ...

The new cooks were startled, thinking this was some traditional art of welcoming the head of the household. They were stunned for a second, then shouted expressionlessly, “Waaaaaaah!

At this moment, the room was filled with screams of "Wow!", as if some kind of horror ritual was being performed.

Fu Guanci: “…”

He closed his eyes, forced himself not to hear, and concentrated on giving orders.

He didn't know how to pursue his beloved, and he looked through various storybooks, but found no help.

Be it vows of eternal love, life and death companionship, warm companionship, a long-lasting love, or just love words that appear on the surface.

He liked his senior sister, whether they were laughing or joking, doing serious work or facing difficulties and obstacles. They had grown up together since childhood and had met again after many years. No matter what, he liked her.

I want her to be happy all the time and do what she likes.

She thought that whenever she looked aside, he was always beside her. Whether she was happy or sad, he was always there in her memories.

I want to give my all, bring the best to her, and do anything for her willingly.

Nothing else, just wanted to do it.

He has always done this, and in his scattered memories, whether before or after he lost his memory, it has never changed.

He kept repeating the word "like" in his heart, but he actually knew that it was more than just "like"...

The formal pursuit concept that can be adopted in the storybook was a spontaneous action he took from the moment he met his senior sister.

So the question is, since his journey to the West was unsuccessful, he didn't want to change the behavior that had long been accustomed to between the two of them, and there was no point in taking credit for it, after all, this was what he should have done.

How to chase people becomes a big problem.

After thinking about it, I finally understood.

Can't he still rely on his looks?

Fu Guanci looked at himself in the mirror for a long time early in the morning. He suppressed his barely audible sense of shame and suddenly thanked God for giving him an identical face in both his past and present lives.

At least he hasn't seen a man who is more handsome than him yet.

Duan Tinghan doesn't count, they are not of the same type and cannot be compared.

At this moment, Mr. Fu, who had lived two lives, finally began to care about his own image, and today's scene happened.

After a light cough, Fu Guanci handed the recipe to Aunt Tang and instructed seriously: "These recipes are from the master. The flavors I like, except for the new ones, follow the above."

Aunt Tang had sharp ears and heard the word "Shi" slip out of her mouth, but she had never heard of a young man named "Shi" around the master of the house.

When she thought about the important task of pleasing the future wife of the head of the family, Aunt Tang stared with her eyes wide open, and sweat broke out on her palms with excitement. She quickly wiped her hands and took over respectfully as if she was handing over a task.

I don't know what he was thinking about, and he asked carefully, "Have parents lost the interest in cooking themselves?" Didn't they cook in different ways every day before, as if they were showing off their treasures?

There was nothing to hide, and Fu Guanci said without hesitation: "Indecent." He smelled of cooking smoke.

But if you want to capture a woman's heart, you must first capture her stomach. This skill cannot be abandoned no matter what. Until you come up with a solution, you can only act this way.

Aunt Tang understood, thinking that he must be a gentle and elegant young man, and patted her chest righteously: "Leave it to me, Master, don't worry!"

Fu Guanci nodded slightly and responded with a look that suggested a salary increase.

Fu Guanci was still very optimistic about Aunt Tang’s cooking skills. After all, she was a woman who could attract both Shen Zhinian and Aotian to have an affair with her at the same time!

Aunt Tang was so excited by the salary increase that she became even more passionate. What's wrong with being gay? How could the master's talent be buried by being gay?

So what if a talented person has some quirks? From now on, if anyone dares to disrespect the wife of the head of the family, they will blame her for putting poison in their food!

Just like this, the two of them talked about irrelevant things and had a very pleasant conversation. Finally, they left with dissatisfaction.