Mr. Fu's cuteness is super sweet

Han Zhou followed Fu Shiyu to the kitchen and watched Fu Shiyu open the refrigerator.

He also leaned forward, glanced at the full refrigerator, and asked, "Can you make pasta?"

"Want to eat pasta?" Fu Shiyu asked.

Han Zhou nodded, "Black Pepper Beef Tenderloin Spaghetti, do you know it?"

Fu Shiyu didn't answer Han Zhou, but checked in the refrigerator if there were enough ingredients, and then took out what he needed from the refrigerator.

Seeing Fu Shiyu's prepared posture, Han Zhou was surprised.

He just said it casually, thinking that Fu Shiyu should not be able to do such a difficult thing, but he didn't expect Fu Shiyu to do it?

"You really know it?" Han Zhou looked at Fu Shiyu curiously, "How can you know this?"

"Stay if you want to help." Fu Shiyu raised his head and glanced at Han Zhou, and said, "Go out if you don't want to help."

Chattering in his ears, Fu Shiyu felt that his head was going to grow big.

Sure enough, there is a lot to talk about, it is the same before and after amnesia.

"Help, help." Han Zhou smiled and said, "You can't eat for free, what can I do for you?"

Fu Shiyu handed Han Zhou an onion, "shred."

"Okay, okay, shred." Han Zhou tossed the onion in his hand for a few times, then found a knife, took a look at Fu Shiyu, and started to cut it decently.

Isn't it just shredded, small meaning.

but……

"Ayu, should this onion be cut horizontally or vertically?" Han Zhou asked.

"Stand up."

"Oh."

After 2 minutes, Han Zhou asked again: "Then what if I cut horizontally?"

"Nothing."

"Then why can't it be cut horizontally?"

Fu Shiyu: "..."

"It's up to you." Fu Shiyu gave Han Zhou a helpless look, "You can cut it however you want."

"Oh."

After Han Zhou responded, he didn't speak any more.

Probably feeling a little unaccustomed to the sudden silence, Fu Shiyu looked up at Han Zhou and found that Han Zhou's eyes were red, as if he was crying.

Immediately panicked.

He thought it was his harsh tone just now, which made Han Zhou feel aggrieved.

He quickly put down the things in his hand and asked Han Zhou, "You...why are you crying?"

"I didn't offend you just now." Fu Shiyu hurriedly explained, "I really didn't offend you. I usually talk like this. Don't cry."

Han Zhou looked at Fu Shiyu in bewilderment: "Where did I cry?"

"You..." Fu Shiyu was also taken aback, "Aren't you crying?"

"Onion." Han Zhou blinked his irritated eyes, a little unbearable, a tear fell, and he raised his hand to wipe it off.

Fu Shiyu grabbed Han Zhou's hand and said, "Don't rub it with your hands."

After speaking, he took out a tissue and handed it to Han Zhou, then took the knife in Han Zhou's hand, "Okay, okay, don't cut it, go to the living room and rest."

"That won't work." Han Zhou pouted, "How can you give up halfway when doing something, I haven't finished it yet."

Han Zhou wiped his eyes, took a breather, and said, "Okay, it's okay, I'll finish cutting right away."

Han Zhou insisted, and Fu Shiyu didn't say anything more.

After cutting the onion, Han Zhou put the shredded onion on a plate and asked Fu Shiyu, "Ayu, do you cry when you cut onions?"

"No." Fu Shiyu replied lightly.

"Why?" Han Zhou asked, "Are you immune to onions?"

Fu Shiyu glanced at Han Zhou, twitched the corner of his mouth twice, and said, "I cry when I cut onions, shame on me."

Han Zhou: "??"