[So handsome, I’m about to drool, Young Master has a kind of pure charm that clears the mind, but Xiao Yan is different, a mix of mature man’s allure that I just can’t resist.]
Xiao Yan was still asleep, but Xiao Lin’s bedroom was already empty. The photographer wandered around with his camera to no avail, even suspecting that Xiao Lin had gone for a run. They searched along the village road for quite some time but found no one.
It wasn’t until smoke rose from the kitchen that everyone rushed to the door to find Xiao Lin, apron tied around him, adeptly making dumplings.
Xiao Lin had rolled the dumpling wrappers himself, and the filling was obviously his own handiwork, too; they looked almost as good as those made in a restaurant.
"Xiao Lin can actually cook?" The photographer was somewhat surprised; after all, the reputation of the Xiao Family in Imperial City was well known—everyone knew that Xiao Lin grew up with a silver spoon in his mouth.
"I can." Xiao Lin nodded, deftly sealing a perfect dumpling, "My brother is often busy with work, and I can’t be of much help, so when I have time, I’ll make something tasty for him."
Xiao Lin was just three years old when he and Xiao Yan’s parents passed away.
Xiao Lin was brought up single-handedly by Xiao Yan. With the Xiao Family’s businesses being so demanding, Xiao Yan had to juggle work and personally taking care of Xiao Lin, leading a quite irregular life.
Xiao Lin was already very sensible as a child, and as he grew older, he looked for ways to express his care and affection for Xiao Yan.
[So well-behaved and adorable, look, even the wealthy young master of the Xiao Family knows how to cook and care for the one he wants to care for. Some men act like it’s the end of the world just to step into the kitchen.]
[I really am evil; I think the brotherhood ’cp’ (couple pairing) is quite appealing too, I like it.]
Seeing Xiao Lin, I can only think of the words bright, optimistic, big boy. Xiao Yan must have taken good care of him, and that’s why he loves Xiao Yan so much. I heard Xiao Yan is still unmarried—I could go and become Xiao Lin’s sister-in-law!!!!]
Meanwhile, on Shu Wan’s end, Shu Wan had finished making dough and was sitting alone in the yard eating.
The others didn’t see Fu Yang and just assumed he had not yet woken up.
In reality, at the neighboring courtyard, Fu Yang was looking at Fu Siyu with disbelief, "What are you doing here? Could you possibly be that bored?"
"Do you want Shu Wan to become Xiao Lin’s sister-in-law?"
Fu Siyu, looking at the document in his hands and without raising his head, replied with a comment that directly hit Fu Yang’s sore spot.
Fu Yang choked briefly, but then thought about it—compared to Fu Siyu, it was Xiao Lin he disliked a little more.
"You really are useless. What’s the point of making so much money if you can’t keep a wife?" Fu Yang mercilessly teased, "Such a waste of a pretty face."
"I want breakfast." Fu Siyu, too lazy to argue with Fu Yang, lifted his head to look at him.
Fu Yang clicked his tongue but didn’t pass the lunch box to Fu Siyu. Instead, he sat down at the table, "So eager to eat? Transfer me some pocket money, I’m broke."
"Your pocket money is Shu Wan’s responsibility now, go and ask her."
"You’re my dad, who else would I ask?"
As Fu Yang spoke, he took a bowl of noodles from the lunch box, "You haven’t tried Shu Wan’s noodles yet, have you? The sauce is her own making too. Don’t say otherwise, her cooking skills are pretty impressive. Thankfully, I was hungry this morning; otherwise—"
Fu Yang’s chopsticks had just touched the bowl when Fu Siyu’s hand stopped him, "Ten thousand, not a penny more."
Fu Yang looked at Fu Siyu with disdain, "You’ve changed. Do you remember how much pocket money you used to give me? You handed it out in lump sums of one million."
"The money is now managed by Shu Wan." Fu Siyu stood his ground, "I can only give you ten thousand at most, take it or leave it."
A mosquito may be small, but it’s still meat; every little bit counts.
Fu Yang pursed his lips and pushed the bowl of noodles toward Fu Siyu, "Here, I’m sick of it anyway. Shu Wan will make anything I feel like eating every day. The difference between people is really huge."
Fu Siyu paused for a moment, then lifted his head to glance at Fu Yang. Fu Yang defiantly raised his eyebrows at him.
Although Fu Siyu didn’t say it, his disdain for Fu Yang was quite apparent.
"Fine," Fu Yang was too lazy to share the mutual disgust with Fu Siyu.
He was just about to leave when something came to his mind, and he turned back to Fu Siyu, "Do you know what Shu Wan said about you?"
"Give me ten thousand, and I’ll tell you."
Fu Siyu put down his chopsticks, causing a clang as the silverware struck the table. Before he could say anything, Fu Yang had already leaped three feet away, quickly climbing the enclosing wall, "Your money wouldn’t even fill the gaps in my teeth, I’m leaving."
With those words, Fu Yang disappeared over the wall.
At the table, Fu Siyu’s eyes shifted slightly.
Actually, he hadn’t intended to fight with Fu Yang, he had really been planning to transfer the money.
After all, he did want to hear what Shu Wan had said.