At about eight o'clock, the sound of the door opening sounded. Shi Fiye looked up from the document. Qin Buqi had already come in at the door. She casually saved the document: "You're back. The food should still be hot. Are you hungry?"
Qin Buqi took off his coat and hung it on the wall. Half of the cold outside was suddenly tainted by the warmth in the room. He took a casual look and found that there was food on the table on the other side of the restaurant, but it was covered with things: "It's okay."
Without saying that he had left his brother behind, Qin Buqi changed his shoes and entered the room: "When this time comes, you are hungry. I just need to wash my hands."
"I'm fine. I'm not very hungry. I couldn't help it in the afternoon. I gnawed an apple and ate a piece of chocolate. The guilt made me decide to eat less at night. Now that I'm hungry, I won't eat too much today." Shi Fiye's words were a little smoured, as if she was witty for her own hungry stomach.
Qin Buqi stopped while washing his hands and shook his head silently. The voice came from the bathroom: "Apples are not high in calories, and it's okay to eat chocolate occasionally. Don't starve yourself. I may not be able to come back often. If I don't come back in the future, I will tell you. You can eat as you should, and you don't have to wait for me."
"Oh." Shi Fiye also thinks that people like Qin Buyu will not go home for dinner on time every day like other people with regular jobs. If he doesn't come back, she can be more relaxed and cook whatever she wants.
With a sense of guilt, Shi Feye's dinner was quite rich. It was difficult for her to steam steamed steamed buns by herself. Different kinds of steamed buns were small and exquisite, such as flower rolls, sugar hearts, wowo heads, sweet potato rolls, etc., which looked very cute. It was estimated that it would be two or three mouthfuls. Qin Buqi twisted a flower roll and finished it in three or two mouthfuls. After eating, he felt that the taste was good: "The steamed buns are very good."
"Isn't that right? At the beginning, I studied for three or four days to study how to steam good steamed buns. Later, I studied a specific proportion and time, and the steamed buns are what they are now. I like flower rolls and sugar hearts the most, and my friends also like them. When they are free--"
Shi Fiye suddenly stopped as she said. Oh no, she was so excited that she almost blurted out.
Qin Buqi glanced at her unintentionally and found that her eyes flashed with tension. He nodded naturally: "This craft is really good. Are you talking about college friends?"
Shi Yuye breathed a sigh of reliousness, nodded quickly, and said with a smile, "Yes, college friends, I haven't contacted much since then. I haven't steamed steamed buns for a long time, but I didn't expect that my skills have not gone backwards, hehe."
Fortunately, the boss didn't think about other aspects, otherwise it really aroused suspicion every minute. Shi Fiye was secretly glad that he didn't notice the excited look on the face of the person opposite.
Shi Fiye changed the topic, pointed to the chicken soup in the white porcelain basin, and signalled to Qin Buqi. "Oh okay." Shi Feiye's chicken soup has always been delicious. Qin Buyu likes this soup very much. The soup outside always lacks a little flavour, but Shi Feiye's soup has all kinds of flavours. He himself knows that it's not a matter of taste, but it's just a feeling that someone is willing to make soup for you.
When she was young, Mrs. Qin also liked to make chicken soup for Qin Buji, but the taste was really not good. But because she had always claimed that drinking chicken soup was good for children's health, Qin Buji was always forced to finish the chicken soup by Mr. Qin at that time.