bookcurios Chapter 134 He is jealous of Snail Noodles
Chapter 134 He is jealous of Snail Noodles
Wen Zhixia cleverly realized that he had other intentions, because a dog will always eat poop.
"Ask any questions you have now," she said, "and I'll answer them right here."
Fu Ruoshi didn't get the chance. His face froze for a moment, and he made another excuse, "There are too many people here. I'm embarrassed."
Wen Zhixia: "Then I'll go to work tomorrow, and you can come to the department and ask me."
Hey? Fu Ruoshi was stunned. He was smiling at me just now, why did he suddenly become so cold?
Is this a new way to test me?
Wen Zhixia ignored his surprised expression and walked downstairs.
Fu Ruoshi looked at her thin back and felt that she had become thinner due to tiredness. She would definitely eat some biscuits when she returned home at night.
No.
He was ready to face the test, so he followed her again. "Teacher Wen, I'm involved in your fund project after all. Can you tell me about the patient's condition? You have to eat, right? I'm not so sick that I can't eat just because you're looking at me, am I?"
It’s not that Wen Zhixia can’t talk to him, but she doesn’t want to talk to him one-on-one, because he will never talk about serious matters one-on-one, but will only play tricks on her for fun.
Why can he play tricks on me?
"I've been craving something spicy lately," Wen Zhixia thought, looking at him calmly, "I'm going to the snack street and get some snail noodles and stinky tofu."
As expected, Fu Ruoshi's playful smile suddenly disappeared.
Wen Zhixia saw his difficult expression and figured it out.
Because Fu Ruoshi always lit incense in the manor, and the various incense sticks and incense coils in the study dazzled her. Even after smoking, she had to wash her hands and rinse her mouth.
Based on this inference, Wen Zhixia was certain that he must be a person who is particularly sensitive to smells. Could he tolerate the smelly snail noodles?
Wen Zhixia shook her head contemptuously and turned away.
Fu Ruoshi looked at her in surprise: Are you testing me again?
"I eat!"
Fu Ruoshi immediately caught up with her, "How do you know I want to eat snail noodles? Are you the roundworm in my stomach?"
Wen Zhixia widened her eyes, looking at his suit and shirt worth hundreds of thousands of dollars, and his meticulously styled hair, "Are you sure?"
"determine."
Now it was Wen Zhixia's turn to be curious.
She really wanted to see what it was like for Fu Ruoshi, who was out of touch with the world, to slurp noodles in a stinky snail noodle restaurant.
She really wants to open her eyes!
"go!"
Fifteen minutes later.
Before reaching the door, the strange smell had already drifted into the car. Fu Ruoshi pretended to be calm and closed the roof, hoping that all the snail noodle shops in the world would go bankrupt.
Wen Zhixia pretended not to see his disgusted expression and said to the boss as soon as she entered the store, "One serving of snail noodles with spicy sauce, one duck foot, and one braised egg."
She was a regular customer, but Fu Ruoshi was not. When the boss saw the black Rolex worth hundreds of thousands of dollars on his wrist, he didn't know whether to ask him.
"Oh, he doesn't want to eat." Wen Zhixia glanced at him contemptuously, "He just needs to drink water."
Fu Ruoshi couldn't stand the stench, but he couldn't stand Wen Zhixia's contemptuous look even more.
He chose the lesser of two evils and pointed at the menu, saying confidently, "I want it, and I want it with the stinky ones too."
Just pretend, Wen Zhixia sneered in her heart.
Soon, the snail noodles were served.
Fu Ruoshi quietly moved the stool back.
Wen Zhixia watched coldly.
"Boss," she suddenly pointed at the two desserts in confusion, "We didn't order ice jelly."
The boss explained, "Since you brought your boyfriend here, I gave this to you guys."
"No, he..." Wen Zhixia was about to deny it when Fu Ruoshi quickly took the ice jelly and took a sip. "Oh, it's delicious. Thank you, boss."
"..."
He has already drunk it and cannot retreat.
Wen Zhixia felt very embarrassed and quickly buried her head in slurping the noodles.
Fu Ruoshi saw how seriously she was eating, and only one question filled his mind:
Had she ever eaten something so disgusting before she kissed me?
"Mr. Fu, don't force yourself if you can't eat." Wen Zhixia saw his embarrassed expression and thought he was dying. "Don't make yourself sick. If you have any questions about the fund, please ask me. I will answer everything I know."
Fu Ruoshi could choose not to eat this bowl of noodles, but he could not accept the disdainful and mocking look that Wen Zhixia gave him.
The look in her eyes when she looked at me used to be sparkling, full of admiration and love.
Damn it, just go for it.
Fu Ruoshi took off his suit and tie as if he was ready to die, picked up the bowl and drank a big mouthful of soup.
. . .
Eh?
It tastes quite good!
The broth is rich and savory, with a sweet and sour aftertaste, and the lettuce is crisp and refreshing. Having tasted all sorts of delicacies from land and sea, he knows that this isn't a powdered broth, but a broth that's been simmered for a long time.
He put down the bowl, picked up the noodles with chopsticks and started slurping them. However, because he was too anxious, he choked on the red oil and bent over to cough continuously.
Wen Zhixia's chopsticks fell to the ground.
If he were to act like this, he would definitely win the Best Actor award.
However, Fu Ruoshi was brought up with strict parents, and his coughs and sneezes were so quiet that they were almost inaudible. Wen Zhixia could only tell that he was still coughing by the twitching of his back.
Wen Zhixia tried to persuade him, "Forget it, just drink some water."
Fu Ruoshi coughed forcefully for half a minute, tears streaming down his face. He was about to admit defeat and drink some water when he suddenly heard the word "no" and straightened up sensitively. "What's no?"
His eyes were red from coughing, and his carefully groomed hair had turned into a frizzy mess hanging down his forehead. The handsome man who looked like a movie star was now broken, but his expression was still very stubborn. "What do you mean?"
"Okay, you," Wen Zhixia didn't understand his stubbornness, "If you can't do it, don't force yourself, drink something..."
"It's not Wen Zhixia..." Fu Ruoshi interrupted her, "You can say I was ruthless when I drew my sword, and I can barely accept it if you say I refused to pay the debt afterwards. But you say I can't do that. Do you think you can live with your conscience? Touch it and see if it hurts?"
It took Wen Zhixia three seconds to realize that he was talking dirty.
Although Fu Ruoshi was a mute when he was doing things, he liked to talk dirty afterwards. When Wen Zhixia had just gotten married, she was conservative and thin-skinned, and she was often embarrassed by what he said. Then he asked him not to say it next time, and he agreed, but still said it next time.
Thinking of those scenes...Wen Zhixia still felt embarrassed, so she quickly slurped noodles to cover up her embarrassment.
But her red ears were caught by Fu Ruoshi.
He was secretly happy that he had finally won back against her. Although the victory was very dishonorable, this bowl of vermicelli noodles was the most frustrating meal he had ever had in his life. He could not bear such pressure.
Wen Zhixia ate without even raising her head. She was trying to hide her embarrassment, but also because she really hadn't eaten for a long time.
Fu Ruoshi looked at his focused expression and felt left out again.
The smug joy of his successful teasing was gone, and now Wen Zhixia looked at the snail noodles with more concentration than when she looked at herself.
So, in her eyes, I, Fu Ruoshi, am not even as good as a bowl of stinky noodles?
A wave of anger surged in my chest, and the surging resentment could not be calmed.
"I want to eat your bowl." Fu Ruoshi stretched out his chopsticks and knocked on Wen Zhixia's bowl. "My bowl is too spicy. I want to eat something less spicy."
"No." Wen Zhixia refused, "Men and women should not touch each other, order another one for yourself."
"Ordering another bowl and not being able to finish it is a waste of food."
"Then don't eat it."
Fu Ruoshi was just unhappy that she was eating noodles seriously and ignoring him. When he couldn't convince her, he started to snatch it away.
"What are you doing!" Wen Zhixia held down the bowl, but there was oil on the edge of the bowl, and her hand slipped, causing the bowl to tilt outward. Fu Ruoshi thought she had let go, so he pulled it back, but he didn't expect that he used too much force, and the bowl fell over with a huge inertia, and all the soup inside spilled out.
It spilled directly onto Fu Ruoshi's shirt.