Mrs. Fu is very hard to follow

Just listening to Fu Zhihan's words, Gu Beining didn't think Chen Bao would cry for this reason.But she recalled that Chen Bao was holding Fu Zhihan's coffee cup just now, and she could smell the faint coffee smell left on her son's body, so she couldn't believe it.

"Did you secretly drink Uncle Fu's black coffee while we were away, and you cried because of the bitterness?" Gu Beining asked incredulously.

Chen Bao hid in her arms, neither admitting nor denying it.

Based on Gu Beining's understanding of his son, Chen Bao's reaction represented an acquiescence.

She was a little speechless: "I told you that it is bitter, why do you still drink it?"

Ning Ning was whipping the corpse repeatedly for his mistakes, Chen Bao felt ashamed of being publicly executed, and cried even more aggrieved than just now.

Gu Beining was helpless, picked up her son and sat down on the chair, and whispered to her son, "Baby, don't cry, everyone around is looking at you."

Just now when Chen Bao cried, it attracted the attention of the other guests around, and now they all looked at them suspiciously, not knowing what happened.

Chen Bao secretly raised his head from Gu Beining's arms, showing one eye, and seeing that it was true, he blushed again and slipped into Gu Beining's arms.

Although he was still whimpering, his crying had subsided.

The people around guessed that nothing serious happened, they all looked away and continued to eat.

Gu Beining picked up Chen Bao's milk and fed him a sip: "Drink some sweet milk to suppress the bitterness of the coffee."

Chen Bao choked up a bit, took a big gulp of milk, and suppressed most of the bitterness in his mouth.

Seeing the cup of black coffee that Gu Beining put on the table nearby, Chen Bao glared at it angrily, as if looking at an enemy.

Fu Zhihan took the coffee cup away knowingly, thinking about it, he found it interesting, and asked Chen Bao with a smile: "You sent me away just to drink coffee, right?"

The coffee he was thinking about was so bitter that he couldn't speak, and he was laughed at by his old father. Chen Bao was so angry that he didn't want to see anyone, so he slipped into Gu Beining's arms again.

While rubbing her son's little head, Gu Beining also thought it was funny: "If you really want to drink it, just say so. It's okay for you to taste it. Did you take a big gulp when you secretly drank it just now?"

She remembered that when she left her seat to help Chen Bao get hash browns, there was still more than half of the coffee in Fu Zhihan's coffee cup.Now there is only half a cup left, which shows how much Chen Bao drank secretly.

"You... say... bitter... children can't drink..." Chen Bao choked with sobs, and only intermittently expressed his meaning clearly.

"I won't drink it for you because it's bitter. Besides, Uncle Fu's coffee is black coffee, the bitterest kind of coffee." Gu Beining helped his son wipe away the tears that flowed from the corners of his eyes again, admiringly. The courage of the son, "Mommy can't drink coffee that is so bitter."

Fu Zhihan said cooperatively: "Many people can't drink such bitter coffee. It's normal for you to find it hard to swallow."

The two took turns comforting Chen Bao, who gradually stopped sobbing.

The waiter brought new potato cakes, along with a lot of packed snacks for the young master.

In order to comfort her son, Gu Beining specially opened the take-out lunch box: "Look, this is something we are going to take away later. In addition to Chen Bao's favorite potato cakes, there are also fragrant buns."

The bun was a surprise, which made Chen Bao feel better.

Gu Beining fed him some milk and finally washed away the bitterness of the black coffee.

Chen Bao sat back in his seat, seeing Gu Beining's cup of latte, he was a little skeptical about life.

How did he remember the last time he secretly drank Lemon's coffee, it wasn't so bad?

Chen Bao thought for a while, and summoned up the courage to ask, "Ling Ning, is this your coffee?"

"Yes." Gu Beining guessed her son's doubts and explained, "Actually, there are many kinds of coffee. Mine is called a latte because it has a lot of milk added to it. The things added to the coffee are different. The names are different. In addition, there are also classifications based on the place of origin, such as Blue Mountain coffee."

Chen Bao understood a little, and looked at Fu Zhihan strangely: "This black coffee, doesn't it taste bitter to you?"

"It's okay." Fu Zhihan got used to drinking and didn't think there was anything wrong.

Chen Bao felt unbelievable, looked at Fu Zhihan for a while, and the little guy asked worriedly: "Fu Zhihan, you don't have a sense of taste, do you?"

Fu Zhihan: "...I have."

"Then why don't you feel bitter? Ningning even said that she couldn't drink it." Chen Bao had a reason.

"Everyone has different tastes. It's like potato pancakes. I like ordinary Chenbao, but I don't like tomato-flavored Chenbao." Gu Beining explained.

"That's different, the tomato smell is weird." The more Chen Bao said, the more he felt reasonable, "This means that my sense of taste is normal. Fu Zhihan, how long have you been in this situation?"

Fu Zhihan: "..." I always feel that my son's question is weird.

He interrupted his thoughts of going in the wrong direction, told himself that it was his son's concern, and replied, "I just drank like this after work."

At first, he was busy with work, and he needed black coffee to refresh himself.Later, he got used to the taste of black coffee, and Fu Zhihan didn't bother to change it.

Chen Bao failed to understand the old father's kindness, but became even more worried: "Fu Zhihan, Ning Ning is a very good doctor, let her show you."

Fu Zhihan: "..."

Gu Beining: "..."

The two looked at each other, both dumbfounded.

Gu Beining explained to his son: "Actually, there are many people who like to drink black coffee, which does not mean that there is a problem with taste. Similarly, there are also many people who do not like to drink black coffee, which does not mean anything. A man as old as Uncle Fu I'm sure you can tell if your taste is good or not. Don't worry about it."

"My taste is fine." Fu Zhihan motioned his son to feel relieved.

Chen Bao was dubious, and silently ate half of the hash browns.Fu Zhihan and Gu Beining thought the story was over, so they continued to eat breakfast.

Fu Zhihan ate some bread, took a sip of the remaining half cup of black coffee, and noticed that his son's eyes fell on him again.

"What's wrong?" he asked.

Chen Bao asked: "Since when did you start drinking such bitter coffee?"

"After the work started, I don't remember the details." Fu Zhihan said.

Although Chen Bao didn't know the exact year when Fu Zhihan started working, it must have happened before he was born, which meant that Fu Zhihan had been drinking such a bitter thing for a long time.

For a while, Chen Bao sympathized with the old father: "Why do you want to drink such a bitter thing?"

Fu Zhihan said truthfully: "Refresh."

Chen Bao was a little unhappy: "Do you still need to refresh yourself today?"

Fu Zhihan said without hesitation, "Yes."

Chen Bao was even more unhappy: "Can't Ningning make you energetic? Fu Zhihan, can you do it?"

Fu Zhihan: "???"

I'm talking about drinking coffee, so how can I involve him?