Cannon fodder fake master was stunned after being reborn

Chapter 85.3

His grandmother knew that this day of every year was actually the most difficult day for Fu Jinxiao. No one would wish him a happy birthday. As if his birthday, the day he was born, wasn't something worth celebrating.

Fu Jinxiao wasn't the type to wear his heart on his sleeve. He kept everything bottled up tight inside his chest. No one knew what he actually thought, but his grandmother certainly knew.

Old Lady Fu had seen Fu Jinxiao grow up. She had seen many times the then-young child bought himself a small cake and ate it secretly in his bedroom. People said that the young master of the Fu family had a great reputation, but she knew that sometimes, he was just a child who could only curl up in a corner alone during his actual birthday.

Shen Xingsui brought the noodles to the table outside, and sat next to Fu Jinxiao. He felt a little awkward. "I have never been very good at cooking, and there's not much ingredients because we're still filming. I really don't know what to do, so I just roll it out by hand, if it tastes bad..."

Fu Jinxiao took the bowl of noodles.

This may be the simplest, crooked, and worst meal he has eaten in the past few years. Those who know him well know that he was a picky eater. But at this moment, the man sitting on the chair just picked up the food silently. He ate the crooked, haphazardly-cut noodles with his chopsticks. He was very quiet when eating – his movements might be very elegant, but looked very serious. Slowly, he finished the whole bowl.

He didn't eat the egg, however.

Shen Xingsui looked at him suspiciously. Met with those looks, Fu Jinxiao gave him the egg and said, "We're both been busy all day. Eat some first, and I'll make you some food later."

Shen Xingsui opened his mouth subconsciously, and accepted the egg. He commented, "Huh, I cooked it quite well this time."

Fu Jinxiao curled his lips into a smile, "Well, it tastes very good."

Actually, this bowl of noodles was very far from "adequate". The noodles had a weird texture, and the soup was a little too bland.

Fu Jinxiao put down his chopsticks and commented, "The food is not bad, I think it's delicious."

Shen Xingsui let go of his hanging heart, and he breathed a sigh of relief. "I'm glad, then."

The square was still lit up with various lights, looking like blurry spots of red from afar. After all, today was a major festival day, and even this late in the evening, there were still many people singing and dancing. Even the sound of cheers and fireworks could still be heard from time to time.

Fu Jinxiao said, "I'll cook something for you again."

Shen Xingsui quickly stopped him and said, "Wait a minute."

Fu Jinxiao looked at him in surprise.

Sitting back on the chair again, Shen Xingsui quietly took out a small box from his arms and handed it to Fu Jinxiao, saying, "This is a gift."

Fu Jinxiao has received countless gifts of rare treasures in his life.

He doesn't lack anything, and no gift will surprise him. But when he opened the box, he saw a wood-carved Chinese Trumpet Vine1aka Campsis grandiflora. flower. It was clearly hand-carved, but the sculptor's craftsmanship was a bit too rough, and he could see it at a glance. Many flaws could be seen, but under the dim light, Fu Jinxiao could still see some hidden small knife marks on Shen Xingsui's fingertips.

He discovered it when he took the medicine that day, and he thought about going to check it later, but he didn't expect it to be because of this.

This somewhat crappy flower was carved by the youth in front of him bit by bit. This was not the most expensive gift he ever received, but it was the most precious gift.