Inside Yunjin Prime Manorâ¦
Fu Chen was kneading the dough with the fillings according to the printed recipe for qingtuan. Fu Xinhanâs front paws were scratching the table because he could smell the fragrance of the egg yolk and meat floss.
âThird Master, you really donât need my help?â Uncle Nian stood at the side and watched him start weighing the glutinous rice flour. Although the cooking method was in grams, no one would actually measure so accurately. âNo need.â
Fu Chen had never kneaded dough before, so Uncle Nian was a little worried. He stood at the side and stared at him. He didnât expect Fu Chen to be so capable that he actually rolled it
out.
In the past, apart from working and copying Buddhist scriptures, he only went out to travel, ski, and climb mountains and was almost isolated from the world. Such a Third Master Fu was detached from reality.
Uncle Nian stood beside him and helped him out a little. âIn the past, Iâve always felt that you were too aloof and cold. I was worried that even if you formed a family, it would be easy for you to ignore your wife and children. Now, it seems like you will definitely be a good husband and father in the future.â
Fu Chenâs fingers stopped. Father?
Song Fengwan had just entered university and would graduate in more than three years. Moreover, she was still in school, and the two of them had never officially experienced the life of just the two of them. It was too early to talk about children.
Thinking about that little brat from the Yan family, he had no intention of having a child at
all.
Fu Sinian didnât like children because Fu Chen had left a psychological shadow in him. Fu Chen didnât like children because he had witnessed Fu Yuxiu and Shen Jinye grow upâ¦
Ever since he was young, he had dealt with urine, feces, and milk. But these children were still howling in the middle of the night and had snotty noses. It was really unpleasant. We havenât even had a married life yet. Why should we have a little debt collector and look for trouble for ourselves?
In the future, if my child is like those two, Iâll block his mouth and throw him out!
On the other side, in the Jing residence⦠Jing Hanchuan stared at the wooden box on the coffee table. After everyone left, he pursed his lips.
His parents had taught him since he was a child that it was disgraceful to waste food, soâ¦
A few minutes later, two qingtuans were lying on a white porcelain plate with golden edges. Jing Hanchuan was holding a knife and fork. The taste of the qingtuans was different from what he usually ate. He wanted to see what was inside!
The fork pressed down on a qingtuan, and the knife cut it into two. The bean paste filling was instantly exposed.
He cut the qingtuan into pieces and ate it in small bites.
There doesnât seem to be anything special!
Just as he was eating to his heartâs content, someone suddenly walked in.
âSixth Masterâ¦â
Jing Hanchuan almost choked. âGet out!â
The man stood at the door, still a long distance away from the dining table, so he couldnât see what he was eating at all. He immediately closed the door and left.
He was dumbfounded. Why is Sixth Master being so secretive?
After eating the qingtuans, Jing Hanchuan carried his fishing pole and walked to the backyard. He also destroyed the remains of the wooden box and other items.
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Song Fengwan was watching a variety show on her laptop, where food was being made. Hu Xinyue was lying on her bed and looking at her weakly. âSong Fengwan, can you not watch this tonight?â
âWhatâs wrong?â she asked suspiciously. âIâve been on a diet recently! I didnât eat at night and ran two laps in the field. Now, Iâm so hungry that I canât walk anymore, yet youâre still tempting me.â âWhy are you losing weight? Youâre not fat.â Hu Xinyue wasnât considered skinny either. She had a very healthy figure. âIf I donât lose weight in April, Iâll be sad in June. What does a person like you who canât gain weight know?! Iâm starving now!â Hu Xinyue didnât even have the strength to speak.
âI have cookies here!â Miao Yating deliberately tempted her.
Hu Xinyue harrumphed and ignored her.
About forty minutes later, Hu Xinyueâs phone rang. She jumped out of bed and flew out of the dormitory. Then she returned with a large bag of barbecue.
Song Fengwan was caught between laughter and tears. Is she losing weight like this?
After eating two mutton skewers, she lowered her head and sent a message to Tang Jingci. Sheâs acting weird todayâ¦
[Big Sister Tang, are you really okay?]
It was 8: 50 p.m. Tang Jingci was taking deep breaths in her room. There were only ten minutes left until the deadline of Qiao Xiyanâs ultimatum. When she heard her phone vibrate, her face paled in fright.
She was afraid that it was Qiao Xiyan calling to urge her.
Her limbs were cold from nervousness as she replied: (Itâs okay. Iâm fine.]
Song Fengwan pursed her lips, feeling that something was amiss.
A few minutes later, Tang Jingciâs phone vibrated again.
(Five minutes left. ]
She gritted her teeth, put on her coat, and picked up the tremella and red date soup she had prepared long ago. She was ready to go over. She had brought a small pot with her, and she had even brought her own bed sheets and pillowcase. Previously, she had menstrual cramps and had prepared some brown sugar ginger tea. But she didnât make any since she was lazy.