Ling Jiao returned to the hotel, took off his makeup and did a simple skin care, and the assistant knocked on the door to deliver supper.

“Here, your wontons are here.”

“Is the takeaway so fast now?” Ling Jiao asked with a smile.

“Close.” The little assistant smiled and opened the box for her.

In order to make it more like a takeaway bought back, she also specially found a one-time takeaway box to bring it.

Ling Jiao sat down, took a spoonful of soup and blew it, taking a sip for a moment.

This smell…

“Which is this wonton?”

“It’s near the hotel,” the little assistant said casually.

Ling Jiao was dubious, took a sip of wonton, and looked a little complicated.

This wonton can’t be bought from outside.

“To be honest, where did you buy this bowl of wontons?”

The assistant glanced at her, “What’s wrong, the taste has changed?” It’s just

a bowl of wontons. It’s hard for her to taste the taste of Fu Er Shao.

“I asked where did you buy it?” Ling Jiao asked with a sullen face.

The little assistant tangled for a while, and said truthfully.

“While you were filming, Fu Er Shao was here.”

Ling Jiao lowered his eyes to conceal the surging thoughts under his eyes, but his face was calm.

“He left it?”

This taste, except for the store where Grandpa took her to eat back then, only had the wontons that Fu Shiqin had cooked.

“Well, I heard from the hotel’s kitchen that Fu Er Shao did it himself.” The little assistant graciously helped Fu Shiqin to brush his opinion.

Fu Shiqin hesitated for a long time, put down the spoon and said.

“I don’t want to eat anymore.”

“Ms. Ling, don’t be too ignorant. Okay, people rushed to make you a bowl of wontons, saying that you didn’t want to see him, so you didn’t even show your face Go away, you still don’t appreciate it.” The more the little assistant thought about it, the more he was struggling with the infatuated Fu Xiaoer.

Ling Jiao squinted at her, “Which one do you have?”

“Just do it, I think Fu Er Youngo doesn’t like you someday, let’s see where you go to find someone so used to you.” He hummed, walked to the door and folded back again, “Don’t eat, I’ll go throw the trash can.”

“No need, I will throw it myself.” Ling Jiao refused the assistant to help clean up.

The little assistant glanced at her and left in a huff.

Ling Jiao watched her go, stared at the steaming wonton on the table, and said for a while.

“Forget it, don’t waste it.”

Well, she just didn’t want to waste it, not the wonton he cooked.

Wonton filling is the most familiar and delicious taste in her memory, and even the soup is the taste she is very familiar with.

She was eating right, the room door was suddenly opened, and the assistant rushed in and said.

“My phone…” The

little assistant stood at the door, staring blankly at the person who was sitting there with a wonton in his mouth.

“Didn’t you just say that you don’t want to eat it, it’s so delicious now?”

Ling Jiao choked and drank pretentiously, explaining.

“You brought it all, and threw it away.”

The assistant took the phone that he had just dropped on purpose and hummed.

“You slapped your face and you forced an explanation.”

“What did you say?” Ling Jiao shouted.

The assistant has left the door and locked the door.

Then, holding his mobile phone, he informed Fu Shiqin who was waiting for the plane at the airport to return to the imperial capital.

“Fu Er Shao, she ate all the wontons you made, and

even drank all the soup.” Although she had n’t finished eating just now, she was almost finished.

As for whether it’s someone who doesn’t want to waste, or some other reason, only the person who eats wonton knows.