Do you want to eat hot pot?

Fu Zhuqin is back.

I'm cooking corn chop soup in the kitchen and I'm out of salt.

I wondered whether to go out to buy salt or order a delivery from the supermarket, and I had to take a taxi when I went out, which was so annoying.

"Why are you standing there in a daze?" Fu Zhuqin's voice came from the side.

I knew it as soon as he opened the door and came back. I just wanted to turn my back on him, pretend to be surprised, and said softly, "Huh."

He frowned, reached out to hold my hand, and frowned even more.

"Why are your hands so cold?" he asked.

Corn rib soup is his favorite.

"A little uncomfortable." I replied.

Hearing this, Fu Zhuqin simply came to touch my head, tested the temperature, then withdrew his hand, and said with an unhappy face, "Is there something wrong with you, and you put your hand in the ice again."

I froze for a moment, looking into his eyes, his eyes fell on the cooking table behind me, where there was a basin of ice for frozen shrimp.

I vaguely remembered that when we fell in love many years ago, Fu Zhuqin was an excellent person, and there were many people chasing him, men and women, with various gestures.

I'm not confident, but I really love him.

Like the little girl I fell in love with for the first time, I pretended to be sick to scare him.

He put his hands in the ice until it melted, and put an ice pack on his head. When he came back from get off work, he touched it and was shocked. He was going to the hospital without me.

Ha ha ha ha.Of course it didn't work out, I was beaten up by him after I confessed to being lenient.

He said he loves me very much, how can the person he loves not be confident.

The frozen shrimp on the cooking table was actually thawed out by me, and I didn't touch it at all.

I raised the corners of my mouth and smiled silently, and said with some embarrassment: "Why do you still remember after so many years?"

He glared at me impatiently, turned and left.

I couldn't help laughing out loud, idiot, I'm the temperature of a dead person.

Never met before?

Forget it.

Let's force you to share two bowls of corn rib soup.