The wife of the female Zun Kuaichuan is a doting maniac

Chapter 1650 The Encounter of Light and Dust

Su Qiruo handed over the thermos bucket in her hand: "The housekeeper said that you haven't had a good appetite recently. Here are the dumplings my father made for you. Eat a few while they're hot."

A gleam of light suddenly appeared in the boy's calm eyes. He took the thermos bucket with both hands, and his whole body became lively.

“Uncle’s dumplings are the best.”

He could feel Su Qiruo's previous deliberate alienation, and he could also feel her concern now.

He thought she hated him.

"If it tastes good, eat more. The college entrance exam is coming up soon, and your health is the most important thing."

Si Qianling has lost a lot of weight recently. If the housekeeper hadn't seen that his young master was in a bad mood every day, he wouldn't have dared to call Su Qiruo directly to tell her that he didn't eat well.

After all, he is an experienced person, and he can see that the young master treats Miss Su differently.

He didn't agree at first, after all, there was a difference in their status.

But he couldn't bear to see the young master sad.

No matter what, you have to get through the college entrance examination first.

After the college entrance examination, given their identities and families, it would be difficult for them to meet in the future.

Those first blossoming loves will naturally fade away with the passage of time.

"Then sit down and eat some fruit first. Wait until I finish eating the dumplings uncle made, and then we'll go back to class."

The flattering look in the young master's eyes made Su Qiruo feel more complicated. She still remembered his arrogance and nobility when they first met. The young master who was so unattainable would also become humble when he liked someone.

Emotions can indeed destroy a person's rationality and affect the speed at which he draws his sword.

"Don't be in a hurry, just eat slowly."

Su Qiruo sat opposite Si Qianling and saw him eating dumplings one by one, which clearly showed his viciousness.

Su Qiruo didn't think that the dumplings made by her father could be better than the various delicious dishes made by the professional chefs hired by the Si family, but Si Qianling preferred to eat these ordinary beef and celery dumplings, and disdained the three meals a day.

Maybe it’s not dumplings that I like to eat... It’s really strange to like someone.

“You eat fruit!”

Seeing that Su Qiruo still didn't touch the fruit platter in front of her, Si Qianling couldn't help but urge her.

Since the last incident, she hasn't accepted anything from him except giving him tutoring every day.

Even though he accompanied the driver to take her home and handed her a bottle of water on the way, she refused to drink it.

His grievances and discomfort accumulated bit by bit. He reflected on himself every day while lying in bed. He didn't know what he had done to displease her and why she suddenly became a stranger to him.

But today she was willing to bring him dumplings again. Does that mean she has calmed down?

The eldest young master's bright eyes were full of anticipation, so Su Qiruo had no choice but to pick up the fruit fork and pick up a piece of dragon fruit and eat it slowly.

The boy's lips curled up, and he felt happier than ever before.

The atmosphere was just right, and car horns were heard outside the yard.

The housekeeper hurried to open the door. Su Qiruo turned around and saw a young couple walking in, followed by two people carrying four large boxes in their hands.

Si Qianling still had dumplings stuffed in his mouth, his cheeks bulging out.

"Mother, father."

He didn't expect his mother and father to come, and no one at the old house told him.

Su Qiruo also stood up and greeted: "Hello, auntie and uncle."

It was the first time for both Mother Si and Father Si to meet Su Qiruo. They only heard the old lady say that the child was a top student at university, with excellent character and academic performance.

But I didn't expect her to be so beautiful. None of the young ladies in Kyoto are as pretty, gentle and elegant as the girl in front of me.