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Chapter 51 Take Off Your Defenses
Seeing Fu Jingchen's excited look, Shen Hua suddenly didn't know what to say.

Until, a discordant "cuckoo" sound in the air broke the silence.

Shen Wei looked at the man in surprise, "You haven't eaten yet?"

"Well, the meal on the plane is not good. I rushed back to Jingyuan from abroad, and immediately transferred to this place, so I didn't care about it."

"Mr. Fu, I know you are precious, even Miaomiao is not as good as such an adult." Shen Wei frowned, looked at the man disapprovingly, and stood up.

"Is Miaomiao very good?" With a thought in his mind, Fu Jingchen subconsciously stood up and followed behind Shen Wei.

"Very good, he's a snack foodie, he would secretly eat snacks behind my back." Thinking of her daughter, Shen Hua couldn't help but smile slightly, her heart softened.

"It's not good for children to eat too many snacks, they will cause tooth decay." Fu Jingchen frowned, with a hint of worry floating between his brows.

"Well, it's not good. The glorious and arduous task of helping her quit snacks is entrusted to you." Shen Wei raised her eyebrows, and couldn't help laughing. She walked into the kitchen, opened the refrigerator, and brought out the leftovers from dinner.

"Okay, but children can still eat something properly," Fu Jingchen thought of the white and tender little bun, and thought that if he didn't give him snacks, the little bun might cry again. He felt very reluctant, so he simply changed the topic of his daughter, " You, you want to cook? What to do?"

Fu Jingchen was a little surprised, and his heartbeat was inexplicably joyful.

"Didn't you not eat? As Miaomiao's father, as a wife who has just obtained a certificate with you, I probably have the obligation to feed your delicate stomach! However, I only have leftovers here, and I have wronged you, CEO." .” Shen Wei poured all the food into the pot in an orderly manner, added some water, and planned to cook some rice.

"I'm not wronged, I haven't eaten your cooking yet!" Fu Jingchen stared at Shen Hua's side face, feeling gentle and pleasant, it seemed that Shen Hua in this house was different from what he had seen before.

"My craftsmanship is mediocre, and I can't compare to the delicacies you are used to!" Shen Hua raised her head and gave Fu Jingchen a faint smile, looking at the steam rising from the pot, her eyes were dazed.

That night five years ago, when she invited him to dinner, she actually wanted to cook a meal for him with her own hands.

"Shen Hua, I once saw a saying that happiness is about two people, one bowl, one dish, one chopsticks, three meals for four seasons, simple tea and light food." Fu Jingchen's fingers naturally brushed the broken hair that fell on Shen Hua's cheek and pinned it Behind the ears, with burning eyes, he spoke calmly.

In a narrow kitchen, with warm yellow lights, there is a person who washes his hands and makes soup for him in the middle of the night. His back is thin, and there are fireworks in the world, as if everything is covered with a layer of dazzling light. It is the warmth within his reach, which makes people want to sink forever .

Fu Jingchen felt that in this life, having a wife like this was enough.

Going around all these years, looking for the heart that was still empty, it seems to be filled all at once.

The man suddenly reached out to touch, and accidentally touched her ear, like a piece of iron, burning along her ear to her cheek, and even her heart.

Heart, thump thump out of rhythm.

Two people, one bowl, one dish, one chopsticks, three meals for four seasons, simple tea and light meals, is happiness?
Shen Hua had never heard this sentence before, but when it came out of Fu Jingchen's mouth, it was like a kind of affectionate chanting, which was very pleasant.

At this moment, the two of them seemed to have let go of all their defenses at the same time.

Shen Wei stirred the rice in the pot again, and when it was almost ready, she put it in a bowl and took it out.

At the end, he picked up a small plate of kimchi from the small pot on the side and brought it to the dining table together, "There are no noodles or other dishes at home, so I can only make you a pickled rice. The kimchi is pickled by the aunt at home. You should never eat it." I haven’t eaten these before, so I don’t know if you can get used to them.”

"I'm not picky!" Fu Jingchen stared deeply at Shen Wei, as long as it was made by her, even if arsenic was put in, he would definitely love it and treat it like a treasure at the moment.

(End of this chapter)