"By the way, Jin Yan, the soup I asked Jin se to give you was cooked by my aunt for a day. Every time I saw Jin se bring it back, it was an empty pot. My aunt guessed that you like to drink soup, so I made another pot for you today..."

Just as Fu Jinyan sat down, Lin Wan, who was waiting by, said casually.

But Tang Jinshe, who was drinking soup with a spoon, suddenly shakes his hand. The spoon falls from his weak hand and splashes a soup stain in the soup bowl.

"You're a child. You're not worried about eating. Look, you've splashed it on you!"

Seeing this, Lin Wan quickly took out some napkins from the cabinet, wiped Tang Jinshe's splashed chest, took out some paper towels, and wiped the dirty dining table by the way

But this sudden accident made Fu Jinyan, who was sitting on one side and had a panoramic view of the process, flash his eyes and think deeply.

"How do you like it, Jin Yan? Is it the taste that suits you better this time, or is it better that I cooked it for you before?"

After quickly cleaning up the residual stains, Lin Wanfu again mentioned the soup making, as if the fine lines around her eyes showed her expectation at the bottom of her heart.

It's said that washing hands and making soup for her lover is the most satisfying thing in the world, but for Lin Wan at this moment, to get the affirmation of Fu Jin Yan, the son-in-law to be, is her greatest satisfaction!

Fu Jin Yan raised his eyes, just looked at Shanglin Wan's expectant eyes, hung his wrist on one side, but suddenly he was held tightly by a soft force

A shock to the body.

Yu Guang's glance is a scene of Tang Jinshe holding a bowl in one hand, her pretty face is white and her eyes are flustered.

What to do? What to do?

If my mother knew that the soup she had been entrusted with didn't go out at all, but had been given to all the people by her daughter

What will happen?

Isn't her relationship with Fu Jinyan going to be exposed and in danger?

Thinking of this, Tang Jinshe, in a state of high nervous tension, at the same time increased the strength of unconsciously gripping the man's wrist, and at the same time raised her eyes to meet the man's vision

The black and bright pupils reflect some kind of meaning of asking for help that only Fu Jin Yan can understand.

Fu Jin Yan narrowed his eyes and soon became clear.

Or it's really going to hurt him.

Fu Jin Yan kept thinking about it, but the wrist that was rubbed and held tightly by the woman turned into an attack. He gently grasped the delicate wrist that was different from the man's, and then patted it twice to show his confidence

"It's all good to drink. Auntie, Jin se told me not to waste it before. If you like it, you should drink it all. However, I'm used to the taste before."

Under Tang Jin SE's frightened gaze, Fu Jin Yan made his answer without any delay, saying that both kinds of soup are good to drink, but he can get used to the taste before.

Such an impeccable answer will not naturally arouse Lin Wan's slightest suspicion!

"Well, my aunt will make it for you according to the previous taste next time..."

Lin Wan smiled brightly.

Obviously, both positive and negative answers are praising her for her good cooking and drinking, showing a high sense of identity.

When Tang Jinshe saw this, he was like a ball of gas. He drained the tension that had been stored in his heart from his chest

Without the filling of dullness, Tang Jin SE's face relaxed at a speed visible to the naked eye.