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Fu Xingyuan wanted to watch the whole process of Shen Wu cooking from close range.

Before coming, he specifically asked Shen Wu whether the presence of someone else would affect her performance.

Shen Wu said it was no problem, and he followed him in.

In order to facilitate normal communication later, after entering the kitchen, Shen Wu looked at Fu Xingyuan and took the initiative to say: "My name is Shen Wu, Shen as in Shen Wansan, Wu as in seeing flowers in the mist. May I ask your name?"

Fu Xingyuan said calmly: "My last name is Fu."

Shen Wu tilted his head in confusion: "Is it the one who pays?"

Seeing Shen Wu thinking seriously, Fu Xingyuan suddenly felt like laughing.

Among so many words related to "pay", she actually thought of money first.

Fu Xingyuan neither admitted nor denied it, but slowly said, "Then I'll leave it to Miss Shen."

Shen Wu no longer bothered about which fu it was. The two of them were just in a relationship of sharing meals, so there was no need to get to know each other in depth.

The private kitchen is fully open-plan, surrounded by large floor-to-ceiling glass windows, overlooking the entire park.

There was a bar counter in the kitchen, where Fu Xingyuan sat.

The bar counter was facing the stove, and Shen Wu could meet the man's gaze as soon as she raised her head.

Although there was no extra expression on his face, Shen Wu had a strong feeling that this man wanted to find something from her.

There were only her and Fu Xingyuan in the kitchen, and the atmosphere was a little weird for a moment.

Shen Wu didn't want to waste time as the food truck had to open today, so she tied up her long hair and put on an apron.

I also asked Fu Xingyuan about his dietary preferences and food taboos, and his answer was always, "It's up to you. I'll eat anything you make."

Shen Wu was a little speechless, thinking to himself: If I stir a bowl of pig food for you, can you also eat it up like a pig?

There was a large four-door refrigerator filled with all the food. While Shen Wu was thinking about what to do, she secretly looked at Fu Xingyuan.

This man's appearance and bone structure are far superior to Gu Chenyan, and his overall temperament is more stable than Gu Gou.

He seldom smiled, and even when he did it was restrained and distant.

Polite and polite but restrained and indifferent, this was Shen Wu's first impression of Fu Xingyuan.

Food preferences can reflect a person's personality.

People who like spicy food often have a fiery and enjoyable feeling, people who like sweet food are optimistic and free-spirited by nature, and those who like bitter food are mostly cold, aloof and difficult to approach.

Shen Wu felt that Fu Xingyuan was the kind of person who liked to endure hardships.

Thinking of this, she picked up a bitter gourd.

But think about it, Fu Xingyuan is a patient with anorexia nervosa, can we make some strong-tasting food to stimulate his nerves?

Shen Wu put the bitter melon back and asked Fu Xingyuan: "Mr. Fu, are you tolerant of spicy food?"

Fu Xingyuan thought for a moment and nodded: "High."

Not being able to taste the spiciness is another level of acceptance.

"How tall is it?"

“I haven’t had a dish that tastes spicy in the past six years.”

The two people were not communicating on the same channel, and Fu Xingyuan's inability to taste the spiciness meant that he really couldn't taste it.

But in Shen Wu's opinion, this person was obviously too arrogant and ignorant of his own limitations.

This time, she can do it with peace of mind.

Shen Wu planned to make him a super spicy boiled pork slice, and he used super spicy chili peppers. One bite of it would be so spicy that you would want to be catapulted to the moon.

She first used the rice cooker to wash the rice, then took out fresh pork from the refrigerator and skillfully cut it into thin slices. Then, she put it in a bowl, added salt, pepper, cooking wine and cornstarch, and gently mixed it with her hands.

Shen Wu's fingers were very slender, and you could hardly see any of her knuckles. Even with transparent gloves on, her movements of grabbing and mixing the meat slices were very pleasing to the eye, and people couldn't help but stay on her hands.

Fu Xingyuan was distracted for a moment, and when he came to his senses, Shen Wu had already boiled a pot of water on the stove. Ginger slices and scallion segments were floating on the water. She slid the marinated meat slices into the pot one by one with light movements.

The meat slices rolled in the water and turned white in an instant. She scooped them out with a colander to drain the water and set them aside.

When Shen Wu started to stir-fry the food, a strong spicy smell filled the air.

Fu Xingyuan finally couldn't help it, he stood up from the bar and walked to the stove, staring at Shen Wu: "What did you do?"

If he could smell the eggs before, he could have deceived himself into thinking that it was just a deviation in his sense of taste.

But at this moment, the spicy smell that permeates the tip of the nose and makes people physically uncomfortable can no longer be ignored.

Shen Wu looked up and leaned back tactically in shock.

The scene before my eyes was truly bizarre.

The face that was so cold and abstinent facing her actually shed two lines of tears. His originally sharp temperament was weakened, and he looked inexplicably broken and pitiful.

Unlike Sun Tiantian and Liu Chenghao, who showed a sense of brokenness due to their obedience, Fu Xingyuan's bossy temperament always gave people a feeling that he could do anything.

The broken feeling of the big boss is even more heartbreaking, especially when he is such a handsome guy.

If he gets angry in front of you, you want to give him your life immediately.

The concentration of chili in the air was getting higher and higher. Without Fu Xingyuan realizing it, his tear glands had already been stimulated to secrete tears continuously.

Shen Wu was confused. Why did this person become more and more sad as he cried?

She only has experience in beating men, but no experience in coaxing men.

How to do this?

Shen Wu turned off the fire, walked to the stove, raised her hand and wiped it randomly on Fu Xingyuan's face, somewhat at a loss. She said in a soft voice, "If you have anything to say, just talk to me nicely. Don't cry!"

Fu Xingyuan felt a delicate touch on his face and he realized that his behavior was a little out of line.

He turned his head away, avoiding Shen Wu's slender fingers, and said apologetically: "Sorry, I have something to do and need to leave first. I won't eat this meal today."

Shen Wu paused for a second and then withdrew his hand, feeling a little regretful as the issue of the use rights of the dining truck had not yet been settled.

She shouldn't have been so soft-hearted just now. This man doesn't need anyone's sympathy at all.

My imprudent action just now probably offended him.

Fu Xingyuan slowly wiped the tears from his face, and when he looked at Shen Wu again, his eyes were clear again, but the redness around his eyes could not be ignored.

His next words dispelled Shen Wu's worries: "Ms. Shen, don't worry, the right to use the dining car still belongs to you. In addition to the right to use it, if you have any other needs, you can contact the person in charge of the catering department. I will ask him to fully cooperate with you."

"Mr. Fu, thank you so much!" Shen Wu bowed to him excitedly.

Before she came, she had been prepared to have a lot of arguments with the head of the catering department, but she didn't expect to meet such a straightforward and kind person.

It's just a pity that this pot of ingredients is wasted like this.

Before Fu Xingyuan opened the door and left, Shen Wu still said with a thick face: "Mr. Fu, since you don't want to eat, can I pack these things and take them away?"

Fu Xingyuan turned around and looked at her.

Shen Wu showed a sincere smile: "It's shameful to waste."