Spoiled By My Ex-Fiance's Uncle
Chapter 331: Dad’s Brand Candied Haws

Chapter 331: Chapter 331: Dad’s Brand Candied Haws

After Mu Shaoze carried Zhou Ziqiao away, it caused quite a sensation among the onlookers.

These people were busy uploading photos and videos, trying to ride the wave of the milk tea tycoon’s popularity.

There were even many internet celebrities doing live broadcasts on the spot.

Fu Shiyan, worried about An Yan and the two little ones being discovered, picked up the little ones and left the area with An Yan.

"Is there anything else you want to eat?"

Fu Mu’an said, "I want to eat Mom-made candied hawthorn skewers."

Fu Jinyan chimed in, "I want some too, with hawthorn and all kinds of fruit flavors, they’re super delicious."

This put Fu Shiyan in a dilemma because there were no candied hawthorn skewers for sale in the night market, let alone Mom-made ones.

Fu Shiyan asked, "Where can we buy them?"

Fu Jinyan covered his mouth and laughed, "Daddy, you’re such a big silly, Mom-made means Mom makes them!"

Fu Shiyan looked at An Yan, "You made them?"

An Yan nodded her head, "If you made them, then they would be Dad-made. Let’s go to the fruit shop and buy some fruits, I’ll make you various flavors of candied hawthorn skewers at home."

Fu Mu’an and Fu Jinyan clapped their hands and cheered, couldn’t be happier.

They leaned on Fu Shiyan’s shoulders, looked back at An Yan following behind, and gave her heart-shaped gestures with their hands.

An Yan’s lips remained curved in a smile, this was the happiness she desired.

A family of four, simple and unassuming.

Since it was the season when hawthorns had just ripened, many stores hadn’t gotten their stock yet, so Fu Shiyan had to visit twelve different stores to buy hawthorns.

At the request of the little ones, he also bought Shine Muscat grapes, strawberries, oranges, lotus, mangoes, and cherries.

On the way home, the little ones switched to self-entertainment mode.

Fu Mu’an, "Question!"

Fu Jinyan, "Answer!"

"Back at the night market, why did Mom and Dad cover our eyes?"

"Because it was eye-searing!"

"Correct answer. Question!"

"Answer!"

Fu Mu’an, "When will Mom and Dad give us a little sister?"

Fu Jinyan giggled, "As long as Mom and Dad try hard enough, a little sister will eventually become a reality!"

An Yan looked back at them, "Are you two playing a game together? Do you still want to eat candied hawthorn skewers?"

Fu Jinyan blew a kiss, turning on charm mode, "Mua mua mua, Mommy is so great!"

An Yan hummed, "You two are banned from the internet starting tomorrow."

Fu Jinyan began to plead, "Daddy? Please!"

Fu Shiyan found it amusing; everyday the little ones acted like mature kids calling their parents, but they turned into charming babies the minute they needed something.

Fu Shiyan sighed lightly, "Sons, in the future you should not upset Mom, after all, I have no standing in this household."

Fu Mu’an clicked his tongue lightly, "We are seriously doubting that you’re retaliating over us questioning the double standard."

Fu Shiyan: "..."

An Yan looked at the decisive and iron-fisted Fu Shiyan at the mall, finding it hilarious seeing him at a loss in front of his two sons.

Fu Shiyan cleared his throat, "Don’t forget you lost a bet tonight."

The smile on An Yan’s face froze...

Back at Bishui Bay, the family of four cooperated in their tasks.

The two little ones and Fu Shiyan washed the fruits together while An Yan was in charge of drying the fruits and stringing them together.

Soon, the fruit skewers were arranged neatly on a square plate.

An Yan clapped her hands, "All right, now we’re ready to start making the candy syrup."

Fu Shiyan rubbed his hands together, "How about I give it a try? I’ve never made snacks for Anan and Yanyan."

An Yan curved her lips into a smile and let him take the lead, while she assisted and instructed from the side.

"Granulated sugar 400g, water 200g, put them together in a pot, bring to a boil over high heat until the sugar dissolves, then turn down to medium-low heat," she instructed.

Fu Shiyan followed her instructions, but as he was about to pick up the spatula to stir, An Yan stopped him, "Don’t stir at all during the process, just watch. First, let it simmer until large bubbles form, then they’ll turn into smaller bubbles and slowly take on a caramel color. Dip a chopstick into it and cool it in cold water; if it makes a crisp sound, it means it’s done."

Fu Shiyan let out a long breath, "There are quite a few tricks to it."

An Yan nodded, "Indeed, a small mistake could spoil the batch of sugar."

Fu Shiyan watched the sugar syrup nervously throughout the process. Once it was done, he held the fruit skewers ready to be dipped in sugar but hesitated to start.

Fu Mu’an and Fu Jinyan cheered him on, "Go Daddy! Daddy brand candied hawthorns!"

Fu Shiyan carefully rotated the sugar-coated skewers until they were evenly coated. Then, the little ones sprinkled some white sesame seeds on top before setting them aside on a baking sheet to cool.

Practice makes perfect, and Fu Shiyan’s handling became smoother and smoother.

He felt that closing deals worth billions couldn’t compare to the joy of making candied hawthorns for the children once.

The four of them snuggled on the couch, eating candied hawthorns while watching an animated movie.

An Yan leaned on Fu Shiyan’s arm, "Ayan, I feel so happy."

Fu Shiyan wrapped his arm around her, "We will always be this happy."

An Yan looked up at him, "Ayan, shall we have another daughter?"

When Fu Shiyan thought about the dangers Elder Bi mentioned during An Yan’s last delivery, and the hemorrhaging that followed, he hesitated.

"We just reunited, let’s discuss this later."

An Yan, unaware of his thoughts, felt somewhat disappointed and pursed her lips as she started eating the candied hawthorns.

An hour later, the movie ended.

Fu Shiyan took the little ones to bathe, blow-dry their hair, and told them stories.

Fu Mu’an leaned against Fu Shiyan, "Daddy, I think Mommy seems a little unhappy."

Fu Shiyan rubbed his little head, "Hmm, I’ll go and cheer her up in a bit."

Fu Jinyan hurriedly settled down, "Daddy, you should go cheer up Mommy. My brother and I can sleep by ourselves!"

Fu Shiyan kissed their foreheads, "Goodnight, my sweet babies."

"Goodnight, Daddy."

"Goodnight, Daddy."

Fu Shiyan turned off the light, gently closed the door, and walked over to sit on the couch.

An Yan had already showered in the guest bedroom; she smiled lightly, "Are the kids asleep?"

Fu Shiyan wrapped his arms around her, kissing the top of her head, "Asleep. What are you thinking about?"

"I’m thinking about why you don’t want to have another child."

Fu Shiyan sighed softly, "I’m really afraid you might worry too much."

He held her shoulders and turned her to face him, very seriously, "Yanyan, when we returned to Xiangcheng, Grandfather told me about your hemorrhage during childbirth. It’s not that I don’t want another daughter with you, but that I’m afraid to. I can’t risk losing you."

An Yan was moved, "Ayan, I didn’t face any danger during childbirth; it was afterward when I heard you were in an accident. I got so emotional that I started bleeding heavily. Don’t worry, I’m in good health now."

Fu Shiyan looked at her intently, "Then tell me why you still want to have another daughter?"

"Because I like girls."

"What if we have another boy?"

"That’s fine too. A boy is okay, but a girl would be better. Ayan, having another child would also make up for my regrets. I hope to experience giving birth with my husband by my side, sharing the process of raising the child together."

Fu Shiyan held her tightly in his arms, his voice hoarse, "You little trickster. You’re not just making up for your own regrets; you’re clearly making up for mine. You know I regret not being there for your delivery, not being there as Anan and Yanyan grew up; you’re considering this for me. Yanyan, how could I bear to let you make such sacrifices for me?"

An Yan looked up at him, "Because you’re worth it. Because you’re my Ayan. Because I love you."

Fu Shiyan held her tightly, burying his face in her neck, a wetness that scorched her heart.

"Ayan, are you crying?"

Fu Shiyan shook his head; he was silent for a long time before gently nibbling her earlobe, "It’s not tears, it’s drool. Baby, it’s time to change into a mermaid costume."