Lord Fu’s Forensic Wife

uh-huh?

Did you hear me right?

The proprietress of the small courtyard of the farm was shocked:

Here, little Susu, he just called your mother? So?

Su Zhixiao put his son down on the ground:

My son, Congee Congee, is called Aunt Wei.

The children are still very good:

Hello, Aunt Wei.

The proprietress laughed a lot, and she liked the little porridge even more:

Hello, hello, little porridge, right? You're so good, and you're so handsome!

It is enough to see that the proprietress has a good face!

Fu Jiyan parked the car and came over. He heard the chubby proprietress praising the little boy from a long distance away. He looked at the small courtyard of the farm as early as the first time he saw it. It turns out that my wife is quite familiar with the proprietress.

It's not a weekend or a holiday, and there aren't many guests in the small farmyard. There are only two or three scattered tables of guests in total, and they're all inside right now.

Therefore, Fu Jiyan didn't make any pretense, and came directly.

Have you ordered? He asked softly in the woman's ear.

Su Zhixiao couldn't help shaking his shoulders:

Not yet. replied.

The proprietress is not blind, looking at the face that is basically similar to Xiao Congee, what else can't be understood?

Little Susu, don't you want to introduce this one? Who is it? It was full of jokes.

It's all here, and it's impossible to lie and talk nonsense.

Porridge father.

In front of someone, Su Zhixiao couldn't say husband or husband.

On the other hand, Fu Jiyan has already taken the initiative to chat with the proprietress:

Hi, my name is Fu.

Wait, wait, no matter how I look at it, I think you look familiar, and your surname is Fu, ah, you, you, you, you, you are not the big star named Fu, are you?

Fu Jiyan smiled:

Do I look like a big star? Many people say so.

So, no?

The proprietress was very puzzled.

Fortunately, Su Zhixiao has already spoken:

Miss Wei, are there any private rooms?

Yes, yes, the box you often want is empty.

It wasn't until the family of three entered the private room that the proprietress came back to her senses and muttered:

You still look like a big star? Don't you?

He hurriedly followed up. In the private room, the decoration is naturally not as good as that of a big restaurant or hotel, except for a big round table and chairs, which can be said to be simple.

The door was not closed, but the proprietress still knocked on the door, and then came in with a smile, holding the menu in her hand:

Little Susu, it's hidden deep enough!

Su Zhixiao blushed a little uncomfortable:

Miss Wei!

Okay, okay, I won't tease you anymore, what do you want to eat today?

Su Zhixiao reported the names of several dishes, all of which were relatively bland.

After the proprietress wrote it down, she looked at the father and son:

Mr. Fu, little porridge, what do you want to eat? Our courtyard doesn't dare to say anything else, but as long as you name it, we have it.

The proprietress and the proprietress have been engaged in the catering industry for half their lives, and they have dabbled in all major cuisines, so they really have this confidence!

Fu Jiyan usually has a bland taste, a habit he has developed since childhood.

Just the ones you ordered, that's enough.

As for the small porridge, I don't even know it. Anyway, as long as my mother orders it, I will eat it.

The proprietress closed the menu in her hand: Come on, wait for a while, and I will serve you soon.

Trouble.

Mr. Fu, please don't be polite. We have known Xiao Susu for many years. When we come here, we will treat ourselves as our own home. Don't be polite. Just ask if you need anything.

good.