Amnesiac Bigshot Remembers Only Me (The Boss Lost His Memory and Only Remembers Me)

As a result, Mr. Fu tasted delicious food that he had never tried in his life, which was even more addictive than the exquisite dishes prepared by Michelin restaurant chefs.

Be it mutton rolls, fish balls, shrimp paste, tripe, all the ingredients cooked in the same pot can give him a new taste.

He likes such a down-to-earth life.

The Jiwei shrimps were skewered on bamboo sticks, and there was only one skewer left. Wen Chi watched eagerly, the pot was sizzling, Wen Qiao and Wen Chi's hands reached for the bamboo skewers at the same time, Wen Qiao glanced at him: "Nan Li likes to eat. "

Brother Chi felt aggrieved. His boyfriend was his real boyfriend, but he didn't know whether his younger brother was his real boyfriend.

Fu Nanli felt that Wen Qiao was extremely childish. Would he compete with a sixteen-year-old boy for a bite to eat?

Well, as for him.

Wen Qiao peeled the shrimp and put it in his bowl. He didn't refuse. In front of his brother-in-law's eager eyes, he held the tail of the shrimp, dipped it in the rich dipping sauce, and then put it in his mouth.

The delicious taste danced on the tip of the tongue, and Mr. Fu's taste buds were greatly satisfied.

Fussy young master Fu had a smoky hot pot meal.

Wen Qiao was a little surprised. We used to go to Xiaotangshan to eat with him. He heard that the chefs who cooked for Fu Nanli in Xiaotangshan were all Michelin chefs. He would always put down his knife and fork after taking two bites. He didn't expect that he would like these down-to-earth dishes. gourmet food.

The happiest thing was Ji Mingyuan. His cooking skills were recognized by Mr. Fu, which meant that his cooking was indeed delicious. He said cheerfully: "I will make barbecue at home in two days. Mr. Fu can come over and eat."

Fu Nanli wiped the corners of his mouth with a tissue. Wen Qiao handed him a glass of Coke. Fu Nanli took a sip. Tonight's dinner was sublimated. It turned out that hot pot with Coke was so delicious.

"Okay, I'll come. Your cooking skills are very good."

Mr. Fu stamped his approval, and the corners of Ji Mingyuan's mouth kept rising and never stopped.

After dinner was over, Wen Qiao sent Fu Nanli to the car. When he came back, his uncle Su Ce called him to his room.

The book on the desk was open and clean, with no trace of taking notes at all, because Su Ce had a photographic memory and could only read it once.

"Aqiao, do you tell your boyfriend everything?"

Wen Qiao was a little worried: "Did I say something wrong? Uncle, you can't let this matter leak out?"

She only told Fu Nanli and not anyone else. Is that okay?

Su Ce quickly said: "It's nothing that cannot be leaked. It's just that you and Fu Nanli are so close that you talk about everything, right?"

Wen Qiao was a little confused. Talking about her feelings with her uncle seemed to make her a little uncomfortable: "He and I have a very deep relationship."

Su Ce was hesitant to speak, "Is it the kind of relationship you want to get married in?"

Wen Qiao smiled and touched his neck: "I plan to marry him after graduation."

The veins on Su Ce's forehead bulged slightly: "Really?"

Wen Qiao: "Well, what's wrong? Uncle, you don't like him?"

Su Ce forced a smile: "How could it be? How could uncle not like the person that our Aqiao likes?"

"He's very nice to me and I like him very much."

Su Ce's hand holding the edge of the desk tightened slightly, and he said in a deep voice: "Well, I see, okay, from now on, you should tell him as little as possible about my affairs. Your uncle, I am a very private person. "

Wen Qiao felt a little guilty: "I'm sorry, uncle, I won't do it again."

Su Ce rubbed her head: "It's okay, go back to your room."