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Chapter 671 Extra: Take away the soup

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    Fu Sichen didn't care, he just looked at the girl with gentle eyes: "It's rare to rest, it doesn't matter how long you sleep."

    Song Qinrong said "Ah": "But we agreed that today is a date."

    "It's okay, your body is more important." Of course, Fu Sichen cares more about his wife than dating.

    But Song Qinrong still tried hard to shake her head to wake herself up: "No. I have slept for long enough, not to mention that I proposed the date first."

    She said, then stood up and walked to the closet, "Second senior brother said that there is a heritage park in the west of the city with large tracts of ginkgo trees. These days are the season when the leaves turn yellow. They are particularly beautiful when they fall on the ground, and there are not many people.  "

    "good."

    ??Fu Sichen doesn¡¯t care about the date place, he only enjoys the time with his wife.

    ¡°Eat something first, don¡¯t go out hungry.¡±

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    When Song Qinrong changed her clothes and went downstairs, the man was walking out of the kitchen carrying a hot earthenware pot.

    Seeing her, the man smiled and said warmly: "It's the lotus root and pork ribs soup you like. It's been stewed all morning. It's very delicious. Come and try it."

    "Yeah." Song Qinrong quickened her pace, walked down the stairs quickly, and tried to open the lid of the earthen jar.

    Fu Sichen patted her gently: "Don't move around, be careful of burning it. I'll do it, you just have to wait to eat."

    Song Qinrong actually wanted to say that she didn't have such delicate skin and tender flesh, but she also knew that arguing with Fu Sichen was simply asking for trouble, so she smiled and sat aside: "Then I'll trouble this handsome guy."

    Fu Sichen didn't say anything, but moved his face closer to her, looking at her as if waiting for something.

    Song Qinrong understood instantly and gave her a kiss generously: "Reward."

    "It is my honor to serve my wife."

    Only then did Fu Sichen stand up with satisfaction, the corners of his lips curled up slightly, and he went to the kitchen to get a bowl and a spoon.

    He turned around and walked quickly to the table. Under Song Qinrong's expectant eyes, he slowly opened the lid.

    The fourth young master of the Fu family rarely cooks, but after being with Song Qinrong, he became more and more proficient in cooking.

    Today¡¯s bowl of soup was stewed until the fat floated, and the aroma of meat mixed with the fragrance of lotus root overflowed, making people drool uncontrollably.

    "Wow, it smells so good!"

    Before Fu Sichen had time to ladle out the soup, a familiar voice came from the door.

    His fingers froze and he turned around.

    Sure enough, I saw Xiaobao, who was supposed to stay at the Rebirth Gate, falling from the sky and standing at the door for some reason, wiggling his little nose.

    "Pork ribs soup! Mom's favorite pork ribs soup, and my little one loves to drink it too!"

    After saying that, he ran in with his short legs and rushed towards Song Qinrong.

    Fu Sichen's face turned pale. He looked at his uninvited son and said, "Why are you back?"

    Xiaobao had already run to Song Qinrong and was about to hug his beloved mother. Hearing this, he glanced at him calmly: "Dad, if I don't ask you why you chased me away even though my mother didn't have class today, then don't ask me either.  How on earth did you know this?

    "Save some face for each other, we can't see each other when we look up, okay?"  "

    The little one choked Fu Sichen for a moment.

    The man paused for a long time and didn¡¯t reply a word.

    Seeing that the other party stopped talking, Xiaobao turned his head with satisfaction and hugged his mother: "Mom, Xiaobao misses you so much~"

    Song Qinrong did not hug him back as affectionately as usual.

    Xiaobao waited for a long time and saw no movement from the other party. He raised his head strangely: "Mom, you don't want XiaobaoMom! What's wrong with you?"

    Because of the sudden appearance of her son, Song Qinrong turned sideways. Fu Sichen couldn't see her face, so he didn't know her changes.

    Hearing this, Fu Sichen's heart skipped a beat and he quickly put down his bowl and spoon and walked over: "What's wrong?"

    Song Qinrong just lowered her head, covered her mouth with one hand, and frowned tightly. She looked uncomfortable and her eyes were red.

    Fu Sichen knelt down and saw the other party's appearance. His heart seemed to be tightened: "Girl? Are you feeling uncomfortable somewhere?"

    "No" Before Song Qinrong could finish a word, the churning gas in her stomach filled her throat with stomach acid, and she almost vomited it out on the spot.

    She couldn¡¯t stand it any longer and rushed to the bathroom, covering her mouth.

    The father and son were completely frightened.

    Fu Sichen has never been so panicked. When he turned around and ran away, he even knocked over the chair and bumped into the chair that had been placed on the table.The bowl fell to the ground and broke into pieces with a "pop" sound.

    But he didn¡¯t seem to hear it at all and just headed towards the bathroom.

    Xiaobao was so frightened that he cried, tears fell from his eyes, and he stumbled to the bathroom: "Mom, mom, don't scare Xiaobao"

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    By the time Song Qinrong managed to recover, she had already been carried to the bed in the bedroom by Fu Sichen.

    "I've already called Mom and Master. Mom is the closest and will be there in five minutes. Girl, hold on a little longer, be good."

    When the man spoke, his voice trembled.

    Even though Song Qinrong was seriously injured twice before, she just lay quietly on the bed and fell asleep without saying a word.

    It¡¯s nothing like just now, when I vomited until the sky was dark and the earth was dark, and tears came out.

    The first time he saw Song Qinrong like this, he was really frightened, his heart was twisted tightly, and he was so angry that he had nowhere to vent.

    Xiaobao held his mother's hand tightly. The tears on the fleshy face were not dry, her eyes were red and swollen, like two light bulbs: "Mom  Mom, you support it again, it's okay immediately "

    "Don't be afraid, little baby. Mom is fine." Song Qinrong hurriedly comforted her poor son. At the same time, she looked at the man beside her, freed up a hand and grabbed his finger, "Don't worry, I'm much better now."

    Fu Sichen didn't believe it: "Lie down first, talk less, and have a good rest."

    Song Qinrong was dumbfounded: "I haven't reached this point yet."

    It¡¯s also strange. It was so uncomfortable when I vomited just now, and my whole stomach was churning like a roller coaster.

    But now after vomiting, I feel relaxed again and everything is gone.

    Fu Sichen just stared at her closely, his lips pursed into a straight line.

    The more anxious you are, the slower time passes.

    He waited for the promised five minutes but it still hasn¡¯t passed.

    After thinking for a while, he stood up and said, "Does it feel uncomfortable after you just spit it out? I'll bring the soup over and suppress the sour taste in your mouth."

    "No need." Somehow, when she heard the pork rib soup, Song Qinrong lost all her previous expectations.

    Fu Sichen thought she was just being polite out of habit, so he went to the dining room without explanation, filled up the half-filled soup and brought it into the bedroom.

    The familiar smell of meat and oily smell spread in the bedroom, making Song Qinrong's expression turn white instantly after she recovered.

    "Take it out" Before she could finish her words, her stomach tumbled violently again, and before she could stand up completely, she vomited on the floor.

    "Girl!"

    Fu Sichen's fingers froze, the soup he was holding slipped from his hand, and fell to the ground with a "snap".

    The smell of meat in the room is even stronger.

    Song Qinrong vomited even more.  (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com
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