His Wife Calls The Shots

Chapter 1188

There is a bowl of soup on both sides, one is cream of mushroom soup, the other is chicken soup, stewed with herbs.

There was no chili in that bowl of chicken soup, but there were two small bowls next to it with chili powder dipping sauce.

The old man asked Feng Xian to sit on his left, and Yu Manman was on his right.

Qiao Shiwan and Qian Miao sat together.

"Manman came to see you today, you should come back soon." The old man said.

Feng Xianjun's face was indifferent: "There are mother and Miaomiao at home."

The implication is that it is enough for the two of them to entertain guests.

With this sentence, Yu Manman was left out.

The corner of the old man's mouth was pressed, and he could see that he was a little dissatisfied.

"Try the dishes made by the chef tonight."

When Yu Manman saw it, he immediately put a piece of fresh and tender steamed cod in his bowl, and picked the spines.

"Brother Feng Xian, try this. Grandpa said you like light food. Although this looks very light, it tastes delicious."

The old man smiled and said, "That's right, I just tasted it, and it's really delicious."

Feng Xian took the bowl away and asked the servant to change it.

The old man's face darkened: "No change!"

With this sound, the atmosphere at the dinner table suddenly changed.

Feng Xian was calm and composed, and said slowly: "Grandpa, don't be childish, I'm not a father."

The old man's two sons respect him very much and honor him.

The old man frowned: "You, you! Forget it, change it for him."

After changing the bowls and chopsticks, Yu Manman didn't take the initiative to pick him up again, thinking in his heart that as long as the last dish he ate was cooked by her, she would win.

She had already accepted the fact that she didn't like being sealed, but she was determined to change his opinion step by step.

Maybe the old man understood, he didn't force Feng Xian to eat which dish, it all depends on his preference.

Everyone ate casually, except Qian Miao, but they all paid attention to the direction of Feng Xian's chopsticks.

A few minutes passed, and I ate all the chili peppers, and I ate them with relish. After eating a bowl of rice, I quickly changed to a second bowl.

The lighter dishes on the other side remained untouched.

Yu Manman lowered his eyes and pursed his lips a little tight.

"Ah Xian, don't you like light things the most?" the old man asked.

"These are not tasty."

Yu Manman's face turned pale.

It's not that I don't like it because it's bland, but because it's not delicious, so... I don't like it.

The old man: "Everything on this table is made by a chef."

Feng Xian: "The cooking skills are not stable, let's resign."

The old man glanced at Yu Manman and gave her a comforting look.

The topic was quickly pulled away, and the watch was mentioned.

Yu Manman took out his watch and said with a smile, "Brother Feng Xian, this is a work designed by Hua Zijin, and it's for you."

"It's fully customized and well-intentioned. Don't disappoint her kindness." The old man said.

Feng Xian didn't take the watch.

Only then did the two see that he was wearing a red string bracelet on his wrist, like the kind that boys would wear when they were students, and it was usually given by girls.

"You are a dignified president, why are you wearing such an unappealable thing? Take it off quickly." The old man said.

Yu Manman undid the secret buckle of the watch, ready to put it on his wrist at any time.

Feng Xian put down his chopsticks, and said: "Grandpa, don't bother arranging these, you know what I mean."

The atmosphere is suffocating, as if suddenly hit by a burst of cold air, making it difficult to breathe.

Obviously, he knows everything. This is also quite clear.