Fu Yechuan was afraid that others would not know, but this was sent to her, Su Nan!

Su Nan was speechless and scolded him 10,000 times in his heart. This dog man is sick!

Couldn't Fu Yechuan be a good president?

Why do you always want to conquer the kitchen?

And also implicated her, pulling her out for a walk from time to time.

His uncle's!

The following people touted:

"Mr. Fu's cakes are amazing..."

"Mr. Fu is amazing, how happy it is to be able to eat the food you cook..."

"Faith will move mountains to open!"

...

Su Nan said "hehe".

This happiness is given to them, do they dare to ask for it?

After a while, Lu Qi finally couldn't help but ask everyone's thoughts:

"To be honest, is this a snack you made with your own hands?"

Look, there are still people who don't want to cover their eyes and tell lies.

After a while, Fu Yechuan finally replied:

"No, but I'm trying it myself."

A concise answer.

Everyone finally shut up.

In the evening, Su Nan got off work.

Was called by the front desk.

"Mr. Su, someone brought you something."

Su Nan raised her eyebrows. She didn't remember anything, and the courier was directly contacted by Lou.

When I walked over, it was an exquisite snack box.

Open, a box of crisps!

Su Nan's face changed immediately. Damn it, Fu Yechuan's ghost still haunts him.

She smiled and pushed over, "I haven't had dinner yet, take it back to eat..."

The lady at the front desk was flattered. God, this is a snack for Su Nan.

Mr. Su is so approachable!

"Thank you, Mr. Su!"

After Su Nan left, she opened it and found a note inside.

Someone used a pen to write fluent and beautiful handwriting:

"I held back a lot of words, but I couldn't hold back thinking about you - Fu Yechuan."

The front desk suddenly stiffened, God, what did she find?

This turned out to be given by President Fu to President Su?

Such a disgusting word, it was actually written by President Fu?

...

When Su Nan received the call, he was already on his way back.

As soon as the phone rang, she picked it up without seeing it clearly.

"Hello. Who is this……"

"Su Nan, crispy...is it delicious?"

Damn Fu Yechuan.

His voice was warm and deep, pleasant to the ear.

Su Nan paused, "Mr. Fu, can your hobby not be so simple?"

Forget the kitchen!

Let her go too!

Fu Yechuan laughed softly, "I have already learned to make dim sum. Wu Tutu's craftsmanship has always been good, and I will definitely learn it."

He seems to be very persistent in cooking, and his unyielding energy is used in the kitchen.

How to think how weird.

Su Nan rolled his eyes speechlessly, "Then I wish you success in your studies."

Fu Yechuan paused, "I've already started to do the things you've done, to experience your feelings. Su Nan, I'm really sorry. I hurt you so much."

There was silence on the phone for a few seconds.

Then, Su Nan hung up the phone.

They haven't gotten to the point where they can talk about the past in peace.

Not to mention is the limit.

Fu Yechuan looked at the darkened screen, and keenly felt every ray of Su Nan's emotional changes, she was avoiding this question.

Because she is sad.

Those sadness were like staggered sharp knives, wisps slashed onto his body.

It's all retribution.

Wu Tutu came out of the kitchen and finally cleaned up such a precious kitchen. I hope that President Fu can dispel his love for cooking.

In the past few days, I don't know how many matching blue and white porcelains have fallen, and countless electrical appliances have set themselves on fire in his hands...

He's the number one killer in the kitchen, just poisonous!