If she can continue to treat with her usual mind, I\'m afraid it\'s impossible.

Any parent doesn\'t want his children to play with a child who brings danger to his children at any time.

Of course, this is just her deep thought at present, and she has no intention to talk to Xiao Sui for the time being.

I\'m afraid the little guy has emotions, which will aggravate her condition.

It seems that I have to go to the hotel tomorrow to meet the father of the little steamed bun and talk about the things between the two children.

Meanwhile, Fu Zhai

At the dinner table, old lady Fu saw that her grandson didn\'t have an appetite for dinner two days ago, so she put down her chopsticks and patted the child on the back.

"What\'s the matter, Yan Yan? No appetite?"

Seeing this, Fu Yunjian, who was on one side, put down his dishes and chopsticks and looked at his son. When his eyes touched the small bowl of rice placed in front of the child, he could not help frowning.

Standing aside, Zhang tezhu frowned and worried.

Fu Jingyan has anorexia, which is no secret in Fu Zhai.

Therefore, when we saw that the small steamed stuffed bun with a good appetite for two days began to lose appetite again, everyone\'s heart was raised.

Fu Jingyan saw that the people at the table were staring at him. He had to pick up the chopsticks he had put down.

The steamed stuffed bun tried to clip a fried shrimp in front of him, slowly put it into his mouth, just chewed it, and then spit it out with a pale face.

Old lady Fu saw it and felt very distressed. She took the water cup and handed it to him, "good boy, come on, gargle."

Fu Yunjian looked aside. Originally frowning, it was more ugly. Then he ordered Zhang tezhu, "accompany me to the kitchen."

When the chef and the servant who were always following the trend of the front hall in the back kitchen knew that Fu Yunjian was going to come to the back kitchen in person, they all took a breath.

Several maids who have been in charge of the kitchen work in Fu mansion are touching and whispering.

"How can the young master be anorexic? I don\'t mean that the chef was specially invited?"

"Who knows! I thought that with such a chef, our kitchen life would be better..."

"Hey, the young master\'s anorexia is bad all day. How can we have a good day?" An older servant sighed softly.

The housekeeper of Fu mansion led the way in front of Fu Yunjian and Zhang tezhu until he reached the kitchen door, and the old housekeeper gave way to one side.

Fu Yunjian lifted his feet into the kitchen and frowned slightly when he saw the servants standing respectfully in the room.

Headed by chef song, his hands are entangled, and he is extremely nervous.

"Master song, did you cook the dishes for dinner?" Fu Yunjian asked in a deep voice.

"It\'s me and Xiao Liang." Chef Song said, swallowing nervously, "I just heard the servant say what the young master vomited in the front hall."

Fu Yunjian looked back and forth in the kitchen and found nothing unusual. "Now that you know, can you ask Master song to explain why the young master suddenly couldn\'t eat the dishes that were also made by you?"

"This..." Chef song\'s tight forehead exuded a cold sweat.

"Master song has come to Fu\'s house for some days. How come master song\'s cooking skill is a little worse than that in the Pearl Hotel when he comes to Fu\'s house?"

These days, Fu Yunjian himself also tasted the food cooked by chef Zhang. Although the taste was good, it was still different from the taste of the time he packed it back from the hotel.

Originally, I thought that the child was small and could hardly eat it. I didn\'t want to eat steamed stuffed buns. After two days, I suddenly returned to the origin.

\'Hotel aunt...\'

Fu Yunjian thought of the hotel aunt Fu Jingyan had mentioned before. Could it be that the person who cooked the meal that day was not really in the kitchen?

"Mr. Fu, I can\'t blame my master. My master twisted his hand the day before yesterday, and his palm shook uncontrollably when cooking, which may affect cooking." Xiao Liang, chef song\'s apprentice, spoke up for his master.

Fu Yunjian heard the words, Yin Ji\'s eyes swept towards Xiao Liang, and then fell on master song.

After thinking for a moment, the man opened his mouth and asked, "master song, did you cook the banquet that day?"