Chapter 1150 The taste is the same
Qiu Wenzheng's tone was very calm, as if he knew Feng Sujin would come.
Feng Sujin didn't notice any difference in Qiu Wenzheng's look and tone. Her heart sank because she didn't see the figure she was expecting.
But the aroma of the dumplings is so familiar, it really is the feeling in my memory.
Liang Xiaoqing had been here for a while. When she saw Feng Sujin coming in, she heard Qiu Wenzheng's words. Her hands shook and she couldn't hold her chopsticks steadily and almost dropped them to the ground.
She finally understood now why Qiu Wenzheng heated the dumplings over and over again, placed them next to them over and over again, and kept fanning them with his hands, for fear that the smell would not get out.
Just now she asked him why he didn't eat, and he said he wasn't hungry and would eat later.
Liang Xiaoqing felt bitter in her heart, she understood that Qiu Wenzheng was waiting for this girl.
It was the girl she saw when she came that day. At that time, she was still lying on the bed with a pale face.
She was very beautiful back then, but now she walks in so casually, with an even more noble and unparalleled air.
With such a woman around, she felt like she was being compared.
Liang Xiaoqing picked up a bowl of dumplings and started to eat them, as if she was deliberately trying to relieve her anger.
Qiu Wenzheng grabbed Liang Xiaoqing's hand and said, "Eat this bowl of dumplings."
Those two bowls of dumplings were made specially for Feng Sujin by someone dragging his sick body. From beginning to end, no one else's hands were used, and he couldn't help even if he wanted to.
Of course, he couldn't even taste one of them. Those two bowls were just for Feng Sujin, and Liang Xiaoqing couldn't eat either.
Qiu Wenzheng's unconscious actions completely broke Liang Xiaoqing's heart.
Liang Xiaoqing had the urge to throw down the dishes and leave here.
But she still held back, she wanted to see how Qiu Wenzheng and that woman got along.
Liang Xiaoqing numbly ate each dumpling, feeling that they all had the same taste, bitter. Feng Sujin looked around the tent, trying to find some traces to prove that Jun Mohan had been here.
But no, there are no traces.
Qiu Wenzheng could naturally see what Feng Sujin was looking for, and he sighed in his heart.
If Jun Mohan didn't want Feng Sujin to find him, he wouldn't leave any traces.
Qiu Wenzheng felt that he sighed too much recently, just like an old man.
Liang Xiaoqing's eyes rolled around, observing Qiu Wenzheng for a while, and observing the beauty for a while.
Why did she feel that something was wrong? Qiu Wenzheng looked at that woman with a sad look in his eyes, not as if he was looking at his lover.
The woman's eyes didn't linger on Qiu Wenzheng or her since she came in. She seemed to be looking for something or someone.
After Liang Xiaoqing calmed down, she found that this woman was filled with a strong sense of sadness.
When onlookers look at it, they feel like they can't help but cry.
She didn't know why she felt this way.
Qiu Wenzheng coughed and broke the silence: "Since you are here, it is also the Hankun Festival, which is the most important festival of the Dakun tribe. There are ready-made dumplings, so eat some dumplings!"
Qiu Wenzheng handed the bowl of unique dumplings to Feng Sujin.
Feng Sujin looked down at the dumplings in the bowl, smelled them, sniffed and said, "This dumpling tastes so familiar, it tastes just like him."
"Don't talk about that during the holidays. You might just miss him too much."
Feng Sujin shook her head, "I thought I missed him too much and that I was going crazy, but I don't think I'm crazy. I'm familiar with the food he cooked and his breath. I can't be mistaken. Although it's not I know why you didn’t tell me the truth, Qiu Wenzheng, but I am still sure that you have been in contact with him.”
(End of chapter)