1162 The Same Taste

Qiu Wenzheng's tone was indifferent, as if he knew Feng Sujin could come.

Feng Sujin didn't notice any difference in Qiu Wenzheng's expression and tone, and she sank, because she didn't see the figure she was expecting.

But the smell of dumplings is too familiar, it is really the feeling in memory.

Liang Xiaoqing had been here for a while. When she saw Feng Sujin come in, she heard Qiu Wenzheng's words. She shook her hand, making her chopsticks unsteady and almost falling to the ground.

Now she finally understands why Qiu Wenzheng kept the dumplings hot again and again, put them aside, and kept fanning them with her hands, for fear that the taste would not go out.

Just now she asked him why he didn't eat, and he said he was not 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, when she was lying on the bed with a pale face.

At that time, she was very beautiful and beautiful, but now she walks in like this leisurely, with a noble and unparalleled elegance.

With such a woman around, she felt like she was being compared.

Liang Xiaoqing picked up a bowl of dumplings and was about to eat it, as if she wanted to relieve her anger on purpose.

Qiu Wenzheng grabbed Liang Xiaoqing's hand, "You eat this bowl of dumplings."

Those two bowls of dumplings were made by someone dragging the sick body for Feng Sujin, and they did not leave anyone's hand from beginning to end, and he couldn't even help if he wanted to.

Of course, he couldn't even taste one of them. The two bowls belonged to Feng Sujin, and Liang Xiaoqing couldn't eat them either.

Qiu Wenzheng's unconscious action completely hurt Liang Xiaoqing's heart.

Liang Xiaoqing had the urge to throw down the bowls and chopsticks and leave here.

But she still held back, she wanted to see how Qiu Wenzheng got along with that woman.

Liang Xiaoqing numbly ate the dumplings one by one, feeling that they all tasted the same, bitter.

Feng Sujin looked around in the tent, trying to find some traces, trying to prove that Jun Mohan had come.

But no, there are no traces of it.

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 it, no trace would be left.

Qiu Wenzheng felt that he was sighing too much recently, like an old man.

Liang Xiaoqing rolled her eyes, watching Qiu Wenzheng and the beauty for a while.

Why did she feel something was wrong? Qiu Wenzheng looked at the woman with a sad sigh, as if he was not looking at his lover.

The woman didn't keep her eyes on Qiu Wenzheng and 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 watched it, they all felt like they couldn't help but want to cry.

She didn't know why she felt this way.

Qiu Wenzheng coughed and broke the silence: "Since you are here, now is also the Hankun Festival, which is the most important festival of the Dakun tribe. There are ready-made dumplings, let's eat some dumplings!"

Qiu Wenzheng handed the unique bowl of dumplings to Feng Sujin.

Feng Sujin looked down at the dumplings in the bowl, sniffed the smell, and said, "This dumpling tastes so familiar, it tastes the same as his."

"For the holidays, don't talk about those, you may just miss him too much."

Feng Sujin shook her head, "I thought I missed him too much, I wanted to be crazy, but I don't think I'm crazy, I'm familiar with the food he cooked and his breath, I can't make a mistake, although not I know why Qiu Wenzheng didn't tell me the truth, but I'm still sure you've been in contact with him."