Chapter 1899 Whose Child Is This? (Eleven)

Chapter 1899 Whose child is this?

Qiao Yuanfei has lived alone abroad for so many years. Because she is not used to eating Western food, she practices cooking by herself.

After a long time, although I can't say that my cooking skills are exquisite, the dishes I make are still exquisite and delicious.

Don’t eat too much during late night snacks or eat things that are difficult to digest.

Fan Yu's diet has always been relatively moderate, and he probably doesn't like anything too meaty or fishy.

Qiao Yuanfei carefully thought about the daily life between the two of them during this period, and finally decided to make dumplings for Fan Yu just to be on the safe side.

Traditional Chinese cuisine is broad and profound.

Although dumplings are delicious, they are difficult to make.

There were no ready-made dumpling wrappers in the kitchen, so she had to roll them herself.

Fortunately, the materials are complete.

There are also meat and vegetable fillings...

This is the first time Qiao Yuanfei cooks for Fan Yu, and she does it very seriously.

Although it was just a late-night snack, she put all her concentration into it.

Every dumpling is wrapped perfectly.

Thin skin and thick flesh.

Serve with cooked bone broth.

After one sip, she couldn't help but salivate just imagining the delicious taste.

When the dumplings came out of the pan, she smelled the aroma and tasted one quietly.

After making sure it tasted good, I paired it with chopsticks and a spoon and brought it upstairs.

Walk to the study door.

She pressed against the door panel and listened carefully for several seconds, but no matter how hard she listened, she couldn't hear any movement inside.

"This door is very soundproof."

Qiao Yuanfei expressed her sincere emotion.

Not to mention talking normally, even if you do something inappropriate for children inside, you may not be able to hear it outside.

Qiao Yuanfei thought twice and chose the safest way.

Knock on the door.

"Knock knock!"

"Come in."

Fan Yu's gentle voice makes people feel like a spring breeze.

Qiao Yuanfei's nervous mood was relieved a little.

Take a deep breath, open the door, and walk inside.

Fan Yu's study is the same as his people.

Simple and elegant, there is a comfortable and leisurely feeling everywhere.

He was sitting at his desk with a computer in front of him, looking at something very focused.

"Put down the tea and go out first."

He didn't look up and mistakenly thought Qiao Yuanfei was the housekeeper.

When she smelled the faint aroma of food, Qiao Yuanfei had already walked up to him.

His face turned pale, and the hand holding the bowl was trembling slightly.

Licking his lips.

"Well, it's getting late. I saw that you have been working overtime. I was afraid that you would be hungry, so I cooked you a bowl of dumplings."

After Qiao Yuanfei said this, she seemed to be speechless.

In fact, she had been worried that she would not be able to say a word.

To be able to finish her words so smoothly was a breakthrough for her.

Fan Yu, on the other hand, saw the coldness in his eyes disappear in an instant when he saw her standing in front of him like a pitiful little girl holding a bowl and saying that she had made him a midnight snack.

After coming back to his senses, he pushed the computer aside and pointed to the empty seat in front of him.

"Put it here."

Qiao Yuanfei quickly put the bowl in front of him and handed him the chopsticks and spoon.

The respectful attitude is like a little eunuch serving the emperor.

I didn't even dare to raise my head.

"Do I look like I can eat people?"

"ah?"

She looked up in confusion.

Fan Yu took the tableware from her hand and snorted: "You look like you are worried that I will eat you."

"..."

Is her expression so obvious?

She thought she had covered it up well.

Fan Yu felt even more congested when he saw her guilty conscience exposed.

Ignoring her, he focused on the soup dumplings in front of him.

The plump dumplings look great and are full of aroma.