When Fu Chen hung up the phone and returned, a waiter in the private room was pouring tea for Qiao Aiyun, and another person was introducing the signature dishes to her.
"Third Master, I've ordered some dishes. Do you want to take a look again?" Qiao Aiyun handed the menu to Fu Chen.
"You're too polite. Just call me Fu Chen." Fu Chen glanced at the menu items she had ordered. "Add a ginseng chicken soup. It's dry in autumn, so it's suitable to drink more soup."
Qiao Aiyun smiled and sized up Fu Chen. This soup was clearly ordered for the mother and daughter. He wasn't picky about food, and he was especially considerate. It was a rare trait to have.
After Fu Chen ordered, he casually reached out and wiped his forehead.
Song Fengwan blushed and hurriedly lowered her head.
"Wanwan, why is your face suddenly so red? Are you alright?" As a mother, Qiao Aiyun naturally noticed her daughter's abnormality immediately.
