Boys Would Not Like Such Childish Patterns!
“Fry the eggs. The sandwiches need to be toasted in the oven, and make a cup of Blue Mountain coffee,” Wen Jin sneered and directly commanded Yu Anwan.
Yu Anwan looked at Wen Jin and retorted rudely, “President Wen, I’m sorry, but I am Zhanyan’s nanny, and I am not obligated to serve you.”
Wen Jin suddenly looked at Yu Anwan.
“The contract states that I only need to take care of Zhanyan, ensuring that he has no objections towards me. It doesn’t specify that I have to serve you. Please abide by the contract, President Wen,” Yu Anwan said bluntly.
After speaking, Yu Anwan walked toward Wen Zhanyan’s room on the second floor without looking back.
Wen Jin looked in the direction that Yu Anwan had left and was so angry that he couldn’t say a word.
He had never realized that Yu Anwan could be so sharp-tongued!
Which eye of his was blind when he married Yu Anwan back then?
In the end, Wen Jin was too furious and slammed the door as he left.
Yu Anwan didn’t disturb Wen Zhanyan but calmly stood on the second floor for a while.
“Anwan, Young Master has already gone out,” Uncle Zhang approached.
Yu Anwan heaved a sigh of relief, and Uncle Zhang looked at her hesitantly.
“Uncle Zhang, do you also blame me for leaving Zhanyan behind?” Yu Anwan immediately understood.
Uncle Zhang nodded and sighed. However, he didn’t continue the topic. “Young Master likes to have a glass of milk, a fried egg, and a bowl of beef rice noodles for breakfast…”
Uncle Zhang carefully explained Wen Zhanyan’s preferences and some important matters to note.
Yu Anwan listened attentively, not daring to be negligent.
“Thank you, Uncle Zhang,” Yu Anwan thanked Uncle Zhang and swiftly headed towards the kitchen.
Uncle Zhang watched Yu Anwan’s figure and shook his head helplessly.
In his opinion, compared to Lu Nanxin, Yu Anwan was more suitable for Wen Jin. Wen Jin was too gloomy and needed a cheerful person by his side. On the other hand, Lu Nanxin was too cold and had a temper.
However, this was not something a servant like him could consider. In the end, Uncle Zhang chose not to say anything.
In the kitchen, Yu Anwan diligently prepared breakfast for Wen Zhanyan as instructed by Uncle Zhang.
After preparing the rice noodles, she rinsed them with cold water and set them aside. She would heat them again when Wen Zhanyan came downstairs, and she also heated the soup to blanch the vegetables.
The milk was already kept warm in the microwave, and the fried eggs were ready. She even considerately made a heart-shaped design.
Yu Anwan had taken a photo and sent it to a private group chat with only her, Dabao, and Xiaobao.
Yu Anwan said, “Look what I made for your brother. Isn’t it impressive?”
Yu Xiaobao replied, “Mommy, you’re so amazing! I want to eat it too.”
After glancing at it, Yu Dabao poured some milk for Yu Xiaobao and then replied to Yu Anwan.
Yu Dabao replied, “Boys won’t like such childish designs, Mommy. Can’t you make a normal bowl of rice noodles?”
Chef Yu, who had been dealt a blow, was speechless.
She snorted and chose to ignore Yu Dabao’s words. She happily put away her phone and walked toward Wen Zhanyan’s room on the second floor.
It was exactly 8 o’clock.
To her surprise, as soon as Yu Anwan reached the second floor, she saw Wen Zhanyan coming out of his room, looking a bit groggy. He seemed to be in a bad mood, probably because he couldn’t find someone.
“Zhanyan,” Yu Anwan quickly called out his name and ran towards Wen Zhanyan.
“It’s you?” Wen Zhanyan immediately recognized Yu Anwan. “What? You couldn’t seduce my daddy, so now you want to target me?”
Wen Zhanyan looked at Yu Anwan with a guarded expression, squinting his eyes in an obvious display of caution.
Yu Anwan didn’t mind at all and continued to smile warmly. “No, I’m here to take care of you.”
“I don’t need it,” Wen Zhanyan rejected her without hesitation.
Then, Wen Zhanyan pushed Yu Anwan aside and walked toward his room. Without much thought, Yu Anwan followed him.
But Wen Zhanyan was faster and closed the door without a word.
When Yu Anwan tried to enter, she reached out and blocked the door. Seeing this, Wen Zhanyan swiftly closed the door with force, accidentally trapping Yu Anwan’s finger.
The sharp pain made Yu Anwan cry out involuntarily.
Wen Zhanyan was also taken aback and immediately let go. However, his expression remained cold. “Get out. Next time won’t be so easy.”
“I’m not leaving,” Yu Anwan responded firmly.
Yu Anwan’s pinky finger was bruised, but she didn’t mind. As long as she could be with Wen Zhanyan every minute and every second, she wouldn’t give up.
Wen Zhanyan maintained his cold expression as he looked at Yu Anwan, his tone filled with hostility.
“Don’t think that just because you’re here, you can easily please my daddy,” Wen Zhanyan scoffed. “And I don’t like you. I don’t like your appearance, your clothes, and I despise your behavior.”
It was a tone of disgust that could be seen clearly in his eyes.
Yu Anwan would be lying if she said that she didn’t feel anything at all, but she still greeted him with a smile. “It’s alright if you don’t like me, but I’m still going to stay here.”
Wen Zhanyan had encountered people like Yu Anwan who were persistent and thick-skinned before, but such individuals could only last for a maximum of three days.
He sneered and wanted to see how long Yu Anwan could hold on.
“Change your clothes first, then go downstairs for breakfast,” Yu Anwan said, she had already picked out some clothes from the wardrobe. She furrowed her brows. “Zhanyan, do you always dress like this?”
It wasn’t just an old-fashioned style, the entire wardrobe was filled with monotonous black, white, and gray colors.
Those who didn’t know better would think that Wen Jin had shrunk in size.
However, Wen Zhanyan and Yu Dabao were indeed miniature versions of Wen Jin.
Despite Yu Dabao’s maturity, he still dressed like a normal child of his age. In contrast, Wen Zhanyan resembled a little old man who had been prematurely aged.
How did Wen Jin this b*stard raise her son like this?
On the other hand, Wen Zhanyan was also stunned by Yu Anwan’s question. Was there something wrong with his clothes? He had been wearing this since he could remember.
He had a special physique and was extremely prone to allergic reactions. All his clothes were custom-made from a special brand. Apart from this brand, Wen Zhanyan did not wear anything else.
Before Wen Zhanyan could fully grasp the situation, Yu Anwan’s voice resumed its nagging tone. “Zhanyan, you’re not even six years old. You shouldn’t dress so maturely. Aren’t children supposed to be lively with colorful attire?”
Yu Anwan gave examples. “Like Pikachu, Super Wings, Disney plush toys, or Captain America…”
No one had ever spoken to Wen Zhanyan like this before, and he had never been exposed to cartoons during his childhood. Therefore, he didn’t understand any of the references Yu Anwan mentioned.