Jianghe was startled and asked, "Why is this?"
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 and looked up at the indifferent Feng Qingchen, thoughtfully.
Anyi hurriedly entered the room.
Xiaodouzi stood up quickly when he saw An Yi: "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 two 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 and said, "Eat it, help me make another bowl after you finish it!"
An Yi was startled. Do you want her to make noodles?
An Yi wanted to say something more, but he saw Feng Qingchen staring at her with his dark and gleaming eyes. She couldn't say her words of rejection.
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.
Ever since Feng Qingchen lost his memory, although Xiaodouzi didn't hate Feng Qingchen as much as Little Lanfu did, he rarely got so close to Feng Qingchen.
An Yi's heart moved and she suddenly opened the door and 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 food, opened her eyebrows slightly, picked out the noodles, took a bite, and then ate gracefully.
Anyi sat down and read what Xiaodouzi had written.
Thinking of this, An Yi seemed to have not seen Xiaodouzi writing for a long time. Now Xiaodouzi's iron calligraphy and silver hooks, flowing clouds and flowing water, actually have 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 stood 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 had just called the man "husband", but he didn't even object...
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.
