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A student wearing a navy blue t-shirt stepped forward and said, "Liu Chengwen is the young owner of the restaurant. Is this girl working in the restaurant? You need to be more discerning."

The student in dark green t-shirt echoed: "Yes, you must know how to please the young master, and you will be popular in the future."

Although his tone was educational, his voice was unexpectedly soft, for fear of upsetting the beautiful person in front of him.

Before Liu Chengwen answered, Liu Song quickly came out of the kitchen and raised his hand to greet his son.

Yan Funing held him back: "Uncle, don't be angry!"

"I left the pork ribs on the plate for him." Liu Song glared at his son, "Why don't you quickly make amends to the girl?"

Liu Chengwen raised his hands and bowed: "Girl, I was reckless today."

Liu Song thought his son was not sincere enough, so he added, "Ma Liu, give the girl a smile."

Liu Chengwen had no choice but to open the corners of his lips, reveal two small tiger teeth, and smile, with the dimples on his face showing just right.

Liu Song was then satisfied and said to the students: "This girl is the little shopkeeper of our restaurant. The food and drinks you enjoy here are all due to her craftsmanship."

All the students were shocked.

It turns out that the fairy-like person in front of him is the mysterious chef of Liu Ji Restaurant.

Everyone looked at the menu on the wall and prepared to feast. Someone took the opportunity to secretly look at Yan Funing.

Feeling uncomfortable being looked at, Yan Funing gave Li Xinheng a look, and the two of them went to the kitchen to eat.

In the afternoon, there was still a whole fan of ribs that were not fried.

Yan Funing took advantage of this gap to teach the cooks and cooks again.

She cooks it once, and the cooks and cooks follow suit.

Time passed quite quickly like this, and in the blink of an eye it was time to finish school at Qingshan Academy.

It's just that the weather was not good, and the weather was originally good, but it started to rain.

And there is a growing trend.

When Fu Ciyi was approaching Liu Ji Restaurant, the rain suddenly became heavier, so he quickened his pace and entered the restaurant.

He took out the menu card he was protecting in front of him and handed it to Mr. Feng who was waiting at the side.

Brother Feng hurriedly gave him a cotton towel and said, "Master, wipe away the rain quickly."

"Thank you." Fu Ciyi took it and wiped it on his face.

Mr. Feng nodded and turned to ask Yan Funing: "Little shopkeeper, where is the brand of Crispy Spare Ribs?"

Yan Funing pointed to an empty seat: "Put it here for now, and rearrange it according to sales volume later."

Mr. Feng said yes, moved the stool and hung up the menu sign.

Yan Funing stood next to Fu Ciyi who was standing at the door: "It's raining heavily, how can we go back?"

Li Xinheng came over: "That's the bad thing about the bullock cart. There is no carriage. It's raining, so we have to go back in the rain. How about we ask the shopkeeper to borrow an umbrella?"

Liu Song, who was standing behind the counter, said loudly: "No way, if you sit on the bullock cart with an umbrella, won't your butt be soaked in the water?"

When the word "butt" came out, Fu Ciyi and Yan Funing's eyes fell on the oxcart board.

Liu Song said to himself: "I have a carriage at home, but my mother-in-law went back to her parents' house, and she used the carriage."

Fu Ciyi said: "How about we wait? Maybe the rain will stop after a while."

"That's fine." Yan Funing nodded, "I heard that you didn't eat the ribs at noon. You made a lot of them in the afternoon. You can eat more in the evening."

At this time, Liu Chengwen came back holding an umbrella. Hearing that there would be ribs in the evening, he asked softly: "It must be my turn to eat, right?"

Yan Funing: "Of course it's because of Brother Liu."

Due to the rain, there were fewer pedestrians on the road.

Liu Song decided that everyone should have dinner together before the guests arrived.

But after dinner, the rain did not stop but intensified.

Liu Song looked at Yan Funing: "Daughter, why don't you go to my house to spend the night? Master, let's go together. I have a guest room at my house."

"My family will definitely be waiting for us to go back." Yan Funing shook her head and declined.

Liu Song: "Let's do this. Ask this big guy to go back and deliver a letter."

"Shopkeeper, my name is Li Xinheng, integrity conservation, Xinheng, Li Xinheng!" Li Xinheng repeated several times.

Liu Song stood up: "Okay, Xinheng, Xinheng. There is a raincoat behind the restaurant. You can go back in the raincoat." Li Xinheng looked at Fu Ciyi: "Master, should I go back first?"

Fu Ciyi said quietly: "Go back and tell my mother that Funing and I will spend the night in the school tonight, so that she can rest assured."

Liu Song was surprised and asked, "Aren't you going to spend the night at my house?"

"I don't dare disturb the shopkeeper's house. Besides, the school has dormitories, so my wife and I can stay in the school." After a slight pause, he added, "I hope the shopkeeper can lend us an umbrella."

"That's okay." Liu Song went to the back and took out an umbrella and a raincoat.

The coir raincoat was given to Li Xinheng, and the umbrella was given to Fu Ciyi.

Yan Funing's head was confused.

Someone just decided to spend the night with her at Aoyama Academy in the town.

He didn't discuss it with her at all before saying this.

He didn't even give her a look.

Not only that, he took the umbrella handed over by Liu Song, grabbed her hand directly, and pulled her towards the door.

Fu Ciyi told Li Xinheng: "Be careful on the road."

"Okay, Madam and Miss, please rest assured."

Li Xinheng put on his raincoat at the door of the restaurant, wiped the water off the front panel of the car, and sat on it.

Watching Li Xinheng drive away, Fu Ciyi gently let go of Yan Funing's hand, opened the umbrella, put his other hand on her shoulder, and said warmly: "Let's go."

Yan Funing took a deep breath, lifted up her skirt, and walked into the rain with him.

It is not appropriate to spend the night at someone else's house.

The only solution now is to follow him to the dormitory of the school.

The rain came down hard and in torrents.

Fu Ciyi lowered his head and glanced at her shoes and socks, and asked hoarsely, "Do you want me to hug you?"

Yan Funing: "Ah?"

Fu Ciyi thought for a while and then said: "You will still get caught in the rain if you hold me in my arms. How about I carry you?"

"No, your shoes and socks are already soaked." Yan Funing exhaled and looked down at the corner of his robe, "Your shoes and socks are wet too."

"Yan Funing, do you think we have been together through thick and thin at this moment?"

"After we get married, we will face the wind and rain together." Yan Funing wiped the occasional raindrops on her face.

The man nodded and said in a gentle tone, "Yes."

The two finally entered Qingshan Academy.

When we walked to the master's dormitory, there was a master who was standing on the porch admiring the rain scene.

He stroked his goatee and was about to recite a poem when suddenly a middle-aged woman's voice came from behind: "What's so good about the rain? Why don't you come in quickly? I feel the wind and cold carefully!"

The master turned around, faced Fu Ciyi, and smiled awkwardly: "My wife is like this, my dear brother Fu is laughing at him."

Although he is old enough to be Fu Ciyi's father, he is both a teacher in the school, so he prefers to be called that.

Turning his eyes and seeing a beautiful girl, he asked doubtfully: "Who is this?"

"She is my wife." Fu Ciyi introduced, "This is Master Hao."

Yan Funing nodded in greeting: "Master Hao."

Master Hao also nodded: "Madam of the Fu family."

Hearing the sound, the woman in the room came out and introduced herself with a smile: "My surname is Hao Nakouzi."

The appearance of the young man and woman in front of her made her eyes light up: "How long have you been married? Are you pregnant with a baby?"

His gaze went straight to Yan Funing's belly.

Seeing her flat belly, he couldn't help but ask: "You're not pregnant yet?"

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