Xiaodouzi looked at Feng Qingchen. Feng Qingchen ignored Jianghe at all and seemed to be obsessed with something.
Xiaodouzi quietly lay on Jianghe's ear and whispered: "This is their way of showing affection!"
Jianghe was stunned for a moment and looked up at the indifferent Feng Qingchen, thoughtfully.
Anyi hurriedly entered the room.
When Xiaodouzi saw An Yi, he quickly stood up and said, "Mother, why did you come back? Have you eaten?"
An Yi shook his head. He was indeed hungry. He looked at the bowl of noodles next to him and quickly picked it up and took a few bites.
Feng Qingchen looked back at An Yi who was devouring his food, frowned slightly, and asked, "Why did you eat my noodles?"
An Yi looked at him: "Don't you want to eat it? It's cold and lumpy if you leave it here. It's a waste if you don't eat it!"
"Who said I don't want to eat?" Feng Qingchen stepped forward displeased, snatched the bowl and chopsticks from An Yi's hand, took a few bites, then frowned, "It tastes really bad!"
He put the bowl and chopsticks in An Yi's hands again and said, "Eat it, help me make another bowl after eating!"
An Yi was startled. Do you want her to make noodles?
An Yi wanted to say something more, but she saw Feng Qingchen staring at her with his dark and gleaming eyes. She couldn't say her words of rejection.
Make noodles just make noodles!
In the kitchen, An Yi was deep in thought while making noodles. Why did she feel that Feng Qingchen had become more and more strange since she lost her dragon breath and woke up? Exactly the same.
When the oil boiled, An Yi quickly threw the chopped green onion into the pot and cooked it, then added the noodles. After boiling the pot three times, he poured the prepared fried sauce and marinade and brought it to Feng Qingchen.
When Anyi came forward, she was startled when she heard Xiaodouzi's laughter outside the door.
Since Feng Qingchen lost his memory, although Xiaodouzi did not hate Feng Qingchen as much as Little Lanfu did, he rarely got so close to Feng Qingchen.
An Yi's heart moved and she pushed open the door. She saw Xiaodouzi writing at the table in the room. Feng Qingchen was lying on the bed with her eyes closed to rest. The laughter just now seemed like an illusion and did not exist at all.
An Yi was startled, a little disappointed, shook his head, and felt a little ridiculous.
Could it be that Feng Qingchen had become much calmer these days, causing her to hallucinate? If Feng Qingchen recovered his memory, why wouldn't he tell her?
An Yi recovered her thoughts, brought the noodles to the table, took the chopsticks and gave them to Feng Qingchen: "Come on, eat quickly!"
Feng Qingchen stood up slowly, took the chopsticks, sat down at the table, smelled the taste, opened her eyebrows slightly, picked out the noodles, took a bite, and then ate gracefully.
An Yi sat down and read what Xiaodouzi had written.
Thinking about it, An Yi seemed to have not seen Xiaodouzi writing for a long time. Now Xiaodouzi's calligraphy, with iron and silver hooks, flowing clouds and flowing water, actually has a bit of Feng Qingchen's style back then.
An Yi couldn't help but call Feng Qingchen: "Husband, come and see, Xiaodouzi's handwriting is so good!"
Feng Qingchen was eating noodles. After hearing An Yi's words, he immediately came over naturally. The two of them leaned in front of Xiaodouzi's copybook and looked at it.
Suddenly, An Yi realized something and quickly raised his eyes to look at Feng Qingchen.
She just called the man husband, but he didn¡¯t even refute
After Feng Qingchen came closer, he suddenly realized that his behavior was so natural, and the sound of "husband" seemed so familiar that it was engraved in his bones. (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com