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For convenience, Shen Wu cooked in the small building where she lived.

Fu Xingyuan came back just as the food was served.

Shen Wu looked up at the clock hanging on the wall of the restaurant. It was exactly half past six.

Fu Xingyuan said he would be back at 6:30, and he was exactly on time.

"Ms. Shen, thank you for your hard work." Fu Xingyuan walked to the dining table and sat down.

He had taken off his suit jacket and tie, and had casually undone two buttons on the collar of his white shirt. His sleeves were rolled up, revealing his strong forearms.

It looked like he went to the main building first and then came here.

Shen Wu felt the atmosphere was very strange.

The main reason was that when Fu Xingyuan said the three words "Miss Shen", it gave her the feeling that he was calling her "wife".

"Mr. Fu, enjoy your meal!" Shen Wu nodded slightly to Fu Xingyuan and prepared to leave.

Fu Xingyuan called her at this time: "Miss Shen, if you don't mind, please stay and eat with us."

Shen Wu turned his head and saw a sincere smile on his face: "I can't finish so much food. In order not to waste food, please do me a favor, Miss Shen."

Shen Wu was too embarrassed to tell him that she had secretly filled her stomach before he came back.

But just to keep it real, she sat down right opposite him.

Shen Wu cooked some home-cooked dishes today.

In addition to stewed chicken with mushrooms, there are also sweet and sour pork ribs, fried prawns, stir-fried assorted vegetables and cold jellyfish.

She didn't know whether it would suit Fu Xingyuan's taste.

There were only her and Fu Xingyuan in the entire restaurant, and it was unusually quiet.

Although Shen Wu liked to be quiet and didn't like to talk, he still felt that the quiet atmosphere was a bit awkward.

Fu Xingyuan looked up at her, said nothing, took an empty bowl and filled it with chicken soup for her.

Then he filled another bowl and placed it in front of him.

After Fu Xingyuan slowly picked up the spoon and drank a mouthful of chicken soup, Shen Wu finally couldn't help but ask: "Mr. Fu, is the saltiness appropriate?"

Fu Xingyuan slowly put the spoon into the bowl, and a slight arc appeared at the corner of his lips: "The taste is a bit bland, you can add a little more salt."

Upon hearing this, Shen Wu quickly picked up the bowl and took a sip.

The soup is rich and has a fresh mushroom flavor. It is delicious but not greasy.

As for the saltiness, it’s just right…

She didn't expect that Fu Xingyuan, who looked so indifferent, actually had a heavy taste.

Shen Wu said: "Okay, Mr. Fu, I will improve it next time."

There was no response for a long time.

Shen Wu then put down the bowl and looked up.

Fu Xingyuan's slender fingers tightly grasped the handle of the spoon, his eyes were empty, and he looked at her with a lost expression.

Shen Wu was stunned.

It's just not salty enough, there's no need for him to look like that, right?

"Boss Fu, I'll go add some salt for you now."

Shen Wu half stood up, but before her buttocks left the dining chair, Fu Xingyuan suddenly called her: "No need, this is fine."

Fu Xingyuan tightened his fingertips around the spoon handle so hard that his knuckles began to turn slightly white due to excessive force.

Was it his imagination? He could actually taste the food!

Shen Wu sat back down, his eyes fixed on Fu Xingyuan, carefully observing his reaction.

He picked up the soup spoon with his fingertips, scooped a spoonful of chicken soup and slowly brought it to his mouth. Then he sipped it carefully as if he was tasting some delicacy. It took him more than ten seconds to completely swallow the spoonful of chicken soup.

Shen Wu has served so many diners, but Fu Xingyuan is the first one who treats her food like a treasure.

She suddenly felt a little sad for him.

All these years, everything I ate felt like detergent, and now that I can suddenly eat normal food, it feels precious.

In the following time, Shen Wu didn't hear Fu Xingyuan say another word.

Fu Xingyuan drank a bowl of chicken soup silently, then picked up his chopsticks, picked up a piece of sweet and sour pork ribs, and ate it slowly.

He could hardly contain his excitement.

Although the sweet and sour pork ribs tasted the same as the chicken soup, the taste was very light, almost to the point of being non-existent.

But for the first time in all these years, he tasted sour and sweet on his tongue.

The slight sweetness when it first tastes and the slight sourness after chewing perfectly describe his mood at the moment.

While Fu Xingyuan was eating sweet and sour pork ribs, Shen Wu had already peeled a prawn for him.

She stood up and was about to put the peeled prawns into Fu Xingyuan's bowl: "Mr. Fu, try the prawns again to see if they suit your taste?"

Just as he was about to throw the shrimp into the bowl, Shen Wu changed his mind and felt that it was not appropriate.

Although she wore gloves, what if Fu Xingyuan still disliked them?

She pulled her hand back, but as her fingertips moved back a little, she was startled and her whole arm froze in mid-air.

Fu Xingyuan took the shrimp meat from her fingertips with his mouth. He only bit half of the shrimp body. When he looked up at her, his lips slightly opened, and the other half of the shrimp body slid into his mouth. His Adam's apple slid up and down as he slowly chewed.

Shen Wu realized belatedly that when Fu Xingyuan took the shrimp meat, his thin lips accidentally brushed against her fingertips.

Although I was wearing gloves, I could still feel the warmth clearly.

The action was too erotic, Shen Wu's ears turned red, and she forgot to retract her hand that was frozen in the air.

Is this guy... seducing her?

After chewing and swallowing a shrimp, Fu Xingyuan was in a very good mood.

But he quickly restrained his emotions and looked at Shen Wu with a little apology: "I'm sorry, Miss Shen, this is the first time I've eaten such delicious food. I was so excited that I forgot my way and accidentally offended you. Can you forgive me?"

Shen Wu's fingertips trembled, then he came to his senses and withdrew his hand.

She looked at Fu Xingyuan, whose eyes were sincere, and even contained a hint of hidden grievance.

His eyes were slightly drooped, like a large golden retriever who had done something wrong and was waiting for a lecture from his master.

Shen Wu liked dogs in the first place, so facing Fu Xingyuan like this, she couldn't get angry at all.

I even felt deeply sympathetic towards him. After suffering from anorexia for so long, he must be very happy to be able to eat his favorite food.

"No...it doesn't matter, as long as Mr. Fu thinks it tastes good." Shen Wu sat back in the chair, the dryness in his ears becoming more obvious.

She felt her cheeks starting to get slightly hot and she bit her fingers in confusion.

But she bit too hard and the pain went to her brain, so she quickly let go.

At first glance, I realized that she was biting the finger that had just been touched by Fu Xingyuan's lips, and she had bitten a hole in the thin film glove covering the fingertip.

Shen Wu quickly hid her hand under the table. When she looked up, she saw Fu Xingyuan looking at her with concern: "What's wrong with you, Miss Shen? Is your finger uncomfortable? Do you need me to ask your family doctor to come and see you?"

"No... no need, I'm just a little allergic, it will be fine in a while." Shen Wu stood up, trying his best to hide the panic on his face, "Mr. Fu, I'm a little thirsty, I'm going to drink a glass of water first."

Although she pretended to be calm, her obviously hurried steps when she left betrayed her.

Fu Xingyuan raised his eyes and stared at the glass of water on Shen Wu's table that had not been touched. He said nothing, just chuckled, and continued eating.

At the same time, doubts arose in his heart: why did his ability to perceive food become stronger again?