Chapter 292: Treatment

In the evening, it was all the same.

Fu Yanshen, ordering takeout, like at noon, patiently inquired what she wanted to eat?

No matter whether she responded or not, he insisted on discussing it with her.

"Baby, do you want the crayfish spicy or steamed?"

Neither of these flavors was Mu Chenxi's favorite.

He hoped that she would, like before, jump on him, clamoring not for spicy, not for steamed, but for "thirteen spices."

But there was no such response.

With a gentle tap, he ordered the "thirteen spices."

And so, he finished ordering dish by dish, and then placed the order.

He asked her again, "Would you like a cup of milk tea? What flavor would you like?"

He waited quietly for a while, but did not receive an answer.

With a gentle tap again, he added her favorite flavor.

Order placed.

Fu Yanshen completed the meal order alone, talking to himself, following Mu Chenxi's preferences.