What's wrong with the fake daughter? Sister is still the god of gold

Chapter 78 No Cloud, Little Cloud

ten minutes later.

Three people and a dog appeared in the small living room.

Shen Yanzhou acted like a parent and said with a carefree smile, "You're welcome. Sit wherever you want."

Although he didn't want to see Qin Fuguang, guests are welcome.

Of course, we have to fulfill our duties as hosts.

"Okay." Qin Fuguang had no awareness of being a guest and sat down directly on the sofa. His long legs were obviously not used to such a narrow space and he had nowhere to put them.

I originally wanted to come and see how Fuyao was living, but I didn't expect it to be such a hard life.

He thought to himself, his face was not good, even a little bad.

"Okay, you sit for a while, I'll go cook." Shen Yanzhou had no intention of entertaining him specially. He walked quickly into the kitchen and put down the things in his hands.

After finishing, he thought for a moment and shouted to the living room: "Yaoyao, come and help me."

Once Yaoyao shouted it out, he became addicted.

It sounds so good.

Qin Fuyao had just sat down and hadn't spoken yet when he heard a voice calling him, "Okay, I'm here."

Get up and go to the kitchen.

Seeing this, Qin Fuguang also stood up and went into the smaller kitchen.

"Do you need my help?" he asked.

Wangfu thought they were eating secretly, so he rushed in too.

The lack of space makes the situation worse.

"No, no." Shen Yanzhou refused without even turning his head, and said with a smile: "You are a guest, just sit and wait for your food."

Emphasize the word "guest".

Qin Fuyao stood in front of the sink, picking lettuce leaves at random, silently reducing his presence.

Requesting a scroll of temporary invisibility.

Didn't they just meet? Why is there such a strong atmosphere of tension? If you didn't know better, you'd think there was some grudge.

Qin Fuguang ignored what he said and said, "Fuyao, go play. I'll prepare the food."

Since Shen Yanzhou can do these jobs, he can do it too.

Although he has never cooked, he has a strong ability to learn.

"Okay, no problem." Qin Fuyao was more than happy to do so. He quickly put down the lettuce, turned on the faucet, and washed his hands.

After saying that, she quickly slipped out of the kitchen and dragged Wangfu, who was lying on the floor, out.

At this time, there were only two people left in the kitchen.

No one spoke again, and the atmosphere dropped to freezing point.

very quiet.

The sound of Shen Yanzhou cutting meat on the chopping board echoed.

Qin Fuguang also remained silent. Without using any tools, he picked the leaves from the two lettuces with his bare hands.

He had no choice but to ask, "How do I wash these vegetables?"

Shen Yanzhou listened to the outrageous words, turned his head quietly, and saw two intact vegetable stalks placed next to the sink.

It took him most of the day to prepare all the meat and vegetables, while the people on the other side had just finished picking two heads of lettuce, no wonder they didn't make a sound.

Fortunately it was lettuce. If it was cabbage, Qin Fuguang would have to wait until next year to pick it.

He is indeed the young master of a wealthy family, a pure talent.

"Just leave it there." Shen Yanzhou tried his best not to look speechless and persuaded: "Go out and sit for a while, I'll do it."

Finally, he couldn't help himself and added, "If you don't make things worse, you're helping."

“…” No clouds, little clouds.

Qin Fuguang's full of dissatisfaction turned into dissatisfaction.

What's so great about being able to cook? As long as he is willing to learn, he can make eight dishes and a soup in minutes.

"I prefer to cook by myself. You can go out for a while." Shen Yanzhou was resolute and insisted on asking him to leave the kitchen.

Qin Fuguang gave in, strode out of the kitchen, sat down on the sofa in the living room, picked up his phone and sent a message to Qin Fuyao who had disappeared.

Soon.

Qin Fuyao poked his head out of the room and asked softly, "What's wrong?"

Isn't she cooking? Why are you looking for her again?

Although she didn't understand, she still walked into the living room.

Qin Fuguang was not in a good mood and said gloomily, "Fuyao, why don't you live in the Four Seasons Courtyard house?"

What's good here?! Huh?!

"Hmm..." Qin Fuyao didn't know how to answer such a tricky question for a moment, so he simply changed the subject and asked, "Brother, how did you know I live here?"

It would have been better if he hadn't said it. Once he started talking about it, Qin Fuguang's mood became even more uncertain.

He made a bitter face, "Cong Heng told me."

"Fuyao, tell me, have you forgotten what I told you? Have you integrated into this family? Are you..."

Qin Fuyao quickly interrupted the spell and stopped him, saying, "Brother! Don't get excited!"

What does that have to do with anything? How did he fit into this family?

Uh...I did fit in pretty well.

She didn't expect that she could live here for so long.

"I'm not excited, not at all." Qin Fuguang said this, but there was no light in his eyes and he sighed.

Then he asked, "Fuyao, are they treating you well?"

Qin Fuyao nodded and said earnestly, "Very good."

Qin Fuguang was unwilling to give in and pressed on, "Am I good to you?"

“??!” Do we have to compare?

"You each have your own merits."

"Who's better?"

“…” Qin Fuyao was speechless.

He didn't come to join the family, but tried to break it up.

Qin Fuguang also realized that he was being unreasonable and stole a glance at the figure from behind in the kitchen.

As a second choice, he asked, "Then who do you think is better to you, me or Shen Yanzhou?"

“…” I don’t want to celebrate this year, please take one year back.

Qin Fuyao suddenly had an idea and asked, "Brother, don't you know what position you hold in my heart?"

"I don't know." Qin Fuguang was very frank.

If I knew, I wouldn't be so confused and upset.

"Brother, you..." Qin Fuyao felt that he was short of words. He looked towards the kitchen on the other side and said, "Brother, you play with your phone for a while. I'll go see how the food is going."

Get up and leave.

When Qin Fuguang was in his twenties, he experienced for the first time what it meant to "people leave and the tea gets cold" - no matter how strong the relationship was, it could not withstand the passage of time.

So, he opened the green bubble, found the chat box of his good friend Lu Congheng, and typed paragraph after paragraph.

"That's annoying. Can you cook?"

“Why didn’t I learn to cook?”

"I want to open the best restaurant in the country. Want to work with me?"

"I'm no longer my sister's only brother..."

Lu Congheng replied, "What's wrong? Are you talking about Fuyao?"

Qin Fuguang had so much to say but didn't know where to start.

In the end, it was reduced to a simple sentence: "It's hard to put it into words."

Lu Congheng: "What happened to Fuyao?"

Qin Fuguang sensed something was wrong and asked, "Shouldn't you care about what happened to me?"

"What’s wrong with you?"

"Nothing, I just miss Sandman a little bit."