Spoiled By My Ex-Fiance's Uncle
Chapter 406: You’re Jealous of Even the Wind

Chapter 406: Chapter 406: You’re Jealous of Even the Wind

The sunlight was just right, but the spring weather was still a bit cool.

Fu Shiyan draped a windbreaker over An Yan, wrapping her up, "Don’t let the wind blow on you."

Blinking, An Yan said, "You’re already blocking the wind for me, where’s the breeze coming from? Plus, I’m not even cold."

Fu Shiyan laughed and hugged her, his voice emanating from the top of her head, "Being afraid you’re cold is one thing, but I’m mainly worried the wind might take advantage of you. It touching you is almost like a hug."

An Yan looked up at him, somewhat astonished, "Are you jealous of the wind too?"

"Mhm, I’m even more jealous of water, it can kiss every inch of your skin."

An Yan: "..."

Seeing the woman’s stunned expression, Fu Shiyan couldn’t help but laugh, "Looks like you’re too satisfied with me."

An Yan glared at him, "You’ve got a thicker skin than the city walls, flattering yourself so shamelessly."

Fu Shiyan chuckled lowly, "Yeah, I am quite adorable."

An Yan leaned on him and laughed; this rascal of a man sure knew how to pick out the key words in a sentence.

Being here during the passionate phase of love felt completely different compared to now.

An Yan felt that although today’s breeze carried a chill, her heart was very warm.

As there were three pregnant women and two children present, the photo session didn’t last long.

The group tidied up and prepared to have lunch.

Mu Shaoze asked what the local specialties were, and Fu Shiyan remembered the wonton shop in the alley.

Caught in a traffic jam, it took an hour for everyone to reach the wonton shop.

Fu Mu’an looked up at the signboard, "Mom once told us a story about this wonton shop."

Zhou Ziqiao asked, "What story?"

Fu Mu’an replied with a smile, "The story of two bowls of wonton for a hundred thousand."

The crowd: "..."

Fu Jinqiao’s eyes widened, "Two bowls, a hundred thousand!"

Fu Jinyan nodded, "Back then, the shop owner was going to close early to celebrate his wife’s birthday. Dad spent a hundred thousand so that they could stay and have wontons. The most important part is that the wontons were wrapped by Mom and Dad together."

Fu Jinqiao gave a thumbs up, "Is this what they mean by seizing the opportunity, and if there isn’t one, creating your own?"

Fu Jinyan chuckled, "I think Dad is pretty awesome, spoiling Mom like that, although his head is really quite big."

Fu Shiyan: "..."

Just as the shop owner was stepping out to buy coriander, he saw a group of people blocking the doorway, momentarily bewildered, "Are you, coming to eat wonton?"

When he spotted Fu Shiyan, his eyes lit up, pointing at him and saying, "The hundred thousand?"

Fu Shiyan tugged the corner of his mouth, "That was me."

The owner pulled him by the arm to come in, "You have no idea! Because of that hundred thousand, my wife nearly killed me with scolding! She said that wasn’t the way to make money, and kept telling me to find you. How was I supposed to find you? I’ve been waiting for you to come back so I could return the money."

Fu Shiyan said with a smile, "There’s no need for that. My wife really enjoyed the wontons then; it was worth it."

The shop owner’s wife came out from the kitchen, apologizing profusely and scolding her husband for taking the money unethically. She hastily put up a sign outside the shop declaring it closed for the day.

The shop owner’s wife brought out the rolling board, filling, and dough, saying, "I’ll roll out the dough skins. You can wrap your own wontons, and then I’ll boil them for you. Today’s meal is on me." With that, she started rolling out the dough.

Aside from Fu Shiyan and An Yan, no one else had experience wrapping wontons.

After washing their hands, everyone stood around the rolling board, looking utterly lost.

Fu Jinqiao shrugged her shoulders, "I can only make dumplings; I just can’t get the hang of wontons."

An Yan picked up a piece of dough, "Then watch closely. First, put the filling in the middle of the skin, then fold it, lock the edges, and finally pinch the two corners together."

Everyone picked up a skin and tried to mimic her.

The two little ones did the same.

Fu Jinyan tsk-tsked, "Even Sister Jinqiao can’t wrap them as well as I do."

Fu Jinqiao’s brows lifted. The issue she cared about wasn’t the quality of the wrapping, but the fact that this little brat actually called her "sister"!

There were things she could endure, but being called sister was not one of them!

She planted her hands on her hips, "Hey, you little fart! I’m your third aunt! Get it?"

Fu Jinyan glanced at Fu Shiyan, "Well, that depends on whether my dad agrees!"

"Huh?" Jinqiao smirked mischievously, her finger passing through flour before smearing it across Jinyan’s face, "Take that!"

Jinyan huffed, "So childish!"

Jinqiao: "..."

As she stood bewildered, Jinyan took the opportunity to jump up and leave a five-finger mark on her face.

Fu Jinqiao and Fu Jinyan started chasing and frolicking in the tiny wonton shop.

Fu Mu’an sighed softly, "I feel like my niece will certainly not get along with Yanyan." He looked toward Mu Qianfan, "Right, brother-in-law?"

Mu Qianfan was almost petrified. As long as these two little ones were around, his seniority would definitely be lower than Fu Shiyan’s.

Mu Shaoze laughed heartily, clapping Mu Qianfan on the shoulder, "Big bro, look at me, I don’t have to worry about the issue of seniority."

Mu Qianfan gave him a sidelong glance before he addressed Zhou Ziqiao, "My younger brother is fickle, you need to think twice before you forgive him."

Zhou Ziqiao nodded with a smile and agreed.

Mu Shaoze’s smile faded, "I’m truly your most wronged little brother."

An Yan watched as they quibbled over the family hierarchy and couldn’t help but laugh out loud.

Soon, over a hundred little wontons were ready.

When bowls of wontons were served to everyone, Fu Jinqiao frowned, "Who wrapped these? The filling is spilling out."

Fu Jinyan chuckled, "Of course, it was Sister Jinqiao who wrapped them!"

Jinqiao felt like he was a little demon sent by heaven to torment her, but he was telling the truth.

Steam filled the wonton shop; last time it had been two people, but this time there were eight.

No, more precisely, including those in their bellies, there should be eleven.

Because the wontons were so delicious, Fu Shiyan asked the owner if he could invest and open a shop in Jiangcheng.

Making money wasn’t the goal; the main thing was that An Yan and the little ones loved it. Having a shop in Jiangcheng meant they could eat whenever they wanted, which was very convenient.

The owner initially refused, but couldn’t withstand the generous offer from Fu Shiyan.

However, after the wonton shop opened in Jiangcheng, the business was exceptionally booming, with a constant stream of customers from morning till night.

But that’s a story for another time.

The group drove back to Jiangcheng after the meal.

In the deep of the night.

After the little ones fell asleep, An Yan stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, looking out.

Fu Shiyan came over to embrace her, his breath by her ear, "What are you thinking about?"

"I’m thinking about our wedding in a week."

"Nervous?"

"Not really." An Yan turned to look at him, "With you here, I’m not nervous."

Fu Shiyan’s lips curved up, "Don’t worry, leave it all to me. Guess what I’m thinking about."

An Yan narrowed her eyes, "Your mind is filled with unspeakable thoughts."

"How come you’re so smart?"

An Yan huffed, "Do I not know you?"

Fu Shiyan’s forehead pressed against hers, "It’s been four months; we can say hello to the little one now."

An Yan: "..."