Why did Fu Jinghen, a male supporting character, have to stir things up?
Wen Qiao was a bit annoyed.
But that annoyance was coupled with a strange feeling.
She lowered her head and grabbed the shrimp Fu Jinghen had just peeled for her, then ticulously picked out a bunch of carrot chunks from her own bowl and dumped them all into Fu Jinghen’s bowl.
Fu Jinghen looked a bit confused and before he could say anything, he heard Wen Qiao’s commanding tone, "I don’t like carrots either, but wasting food isn’t good, so, you eat."
"......"
To have soone else eat the food you dislike and to do it so righteously.
And that soone was Fu Jinghen, who also disliked carrots. Qin Xiang felt that, besides Wen Qiao, there was no one else daring enough to do this.
Fu Jinghen’s disgust for carrots was no less than his aversion to coriander. Qin Xiang thought that even if Fu Jinghen spoils Wen Qiao’s whims, he absolutely wouldn’t eat those carrots.
Yet the next second, he saw Fu Jinghen pick up the carrot he loathed the most, the one he would never normally touch, put it into his mouth, chewed a couple of tis, and then swallowed.
"...."
Qin Xiang’s mouth fell open, feeling it was ti to redefine Wen Qiao’s place in Fu Jinghen’s heart.
Seeing this, Qi Ming was also very surprised, but lacking tact was his signature move, and he blurted out, "Wen Qiao, don’t you know my little uncle doesn’t like carrots?" which made the atmosphere at the dining table a bit tense.
Fu Jinghen shot Qi Ming a glance and the latter quickly shut his mouth.
???
If he wasn’t blind, was that look from the little uncle just now for ddling in his affairs?
Wen Qiao turned her eyes stiffly and quickly picked up on the situation. She calmly looked at Fu Jinghen, resting her chin on her hand as she asked, "You don’t like carrots, do you?"
"No."
As he spoke, Fu Jinghen put the remaining few pieces of diced carrot into his mouth, proving with his actions that he had no dislike for them.
Wen Qiao turned to look at Qi Ming, spreading her hands in resignation. "Your little uncle said he doesn’t dislike them, and he even finished them."
After a pause, she added, "Maybe it’s also because the person who served him is different."
Qi Ming choked, unable to say a word.
After finishing her words, as Wen Qiao prepared to look away, her gaze swept past Qi Ming and onto Wen Shu.
Feeling soone looking at her, Wen Shu calmly withdrew her gaze from Fu Jinghen and, upon eting Wen Qiao’s glance, smiled at her amiably.
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This al ended in a bland, strange yet normal atmosphere.
Qi Ming and Wen Shu had driven over, so they didn’t return with them.
After Qi Ming had said his farewell to Fu Jinghen, Wen Shu also said goodbye and then reminded Wen Qiao, "You two still have to shoot your scenes together this afternoon, so don’t go back too late."
Although Wen Shu’s tone was light, as though joking with a common friend, Wen Qiao still felt it was odd.
It was as if she always diligently fild, and yet she would delay the filming process due to so people or events.
Wen Qiao gave a forced smile, standing next to Fu Jinghen as they watched the two leave.
She watched as Qi Ming opened the car door for her, his hand thoughtfully covering the top of the door fra until she got in, then he closed the door for her and moved around to the other side.
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