When Fu Chen hung up the phone and returned, a waiter in the private room was pouring tea while another was introducing their restaurant's signature dishes to Qiao Aiyun.
"Third Master, I'm done ordering. Do you want to take a look?" Qiao Aiyun handed the menu to Fu Chen.
"You're too polite. Just call me Fu Chen." Fu Chen glanced at the menu. "Add a ginseng black chicken soup. The weather is dry in the autumn, so it's suitable to drink more soup."
Qiao Aiyun smiled and sized Fu Chen up. He obviously ordered this soup for her and her daughter. He's not picky about food, and he's exceptionally considerate. That's rare.
After Fu Chen ordered, he reached out his hand and seemingly unintentionally wiped his forehead.
Song Fengwan's face turned red, and she hurriedly lowered her head.
"Wanwan, why is your face suddenly so red? Are you alright?" Qiao Aiyun was a mother, so she naturally immediately noticed her daughter's abnormality.
