Chapter 48 Does she really care about that bowl of chicken soup?

Fu Ci Yan frowned.

He didn't expect Ji Jiaojiao to suddenly rush out.

But just drink it. After all, Ji Jiaojiao is your younger sister. Just give Wen Nanxi another bowl.

Ji Jiaojiao scooped another spoonful of soup, blew on it, and passed it to Fu Ciyan's mouth:

"Brother Yan, try it. It's really delicious."

Fu Ciyan turned his head away and didn't drink. He stuffed the plate into Ji Jiaojiao's arms:

"You can drink it."

Ji Jiaojiao didn't care and slurped it happily. Fu Ciyan turned to look at Aunt Zhao and asked:

"Any more? I'll send a bowl to my wife."

Aunt Zhao was so angry that she laughed.

No wonder the relationship between this young couple is so bad. It turns out that not only is there a vixen messing things up, but there is also a stupid man who can't tell right from wrong.

"Sir, no wonder your wife ran away from home. I couldn't stand it either."

Fu Ciyan didn't understand: "It's just a bowl of soup, wouldn't it be better to just change it?"

Ji Jiaojiao paused and said pitifully:

"Ah? So this soup is for Sister Nanxi. I'm sorry, Brother Yan, I misunderstood. I'll go apologize to Sister Nanxi. I hope she won't be angry... I really didn't mean it..."

Fu Ciyan comforted him, "It's okay, Nanxi won't be angry about this."

Aunt Zhao: ...

"Sir, after you divorce your wife, can I follow her?"

Fu Ciyan's face darkened. "I won't get a divorce, Aunt Zhao. Watch your words."

Aunt Zhao smacked her lips, turned around and went downstairs: "It's hanging~"

Fu Ciyan:???

He seemed to be ridiculed by Aunt Zhao!

What is that look???

Aunt Zhao originally wanted to give her husband and wife an assist, but unexpectedly encountered an obstacle along the way. It was all in vain that she had spent so much time preparing the chicken soup.

There was still soup left, so Aunt Zhao simply used the soup base to cook some wontons and sprinkled some chopped green onions on them. The soup was fresh and delicious, and it was guaranteed to make you unable to put your chopsticks down.

Wen Nanxi heard a knock on the door. As soon as she opened the door, she was attracted by the bowl of wontons and her stomach rumbled.

She had no appetite at night and didn't eat much, so she was hungry now.

"Thank you, Aunt Zhao. You've worked so hard."

"It's my duty. It's not hard. If you like it, I'll make it for you every day."

Aunt Zhao looked at Wen Nanxi seriously. She could vaguely see the shadow of an old friend on her face, and her eyes became more compassionate and loving.

After eating the hot wontons, Wen Nanxi felt much better. Aunt Zhao's cooking skills are really a hundred times better than Sister Yu's.

"It's already late, ma'am, go to bed early. Working at night is bad for your eyes."

Aunt Zhao grumbled a few words as usual, then closed the door and left.

Wen Nanxi was holding the bowl and suddenly froze.

Few people care about her like this.

The last person who cared about her like this was Fu Ci Yan. Before, when she stayed up late to do design, Fu Ci Yan would always lecture her and tell her to go to bed early.

Unfortunately, people’s hearts are fickle.

That night, Ji Jiaojiao drank chicken soup, Wen Nanxi ate wontons, but Fu Ci Yan got nothing.

Aunt Zhao said that such a confused straight man should just starve.

......

The next morning, Wen Nanxi woke up early. She didn't want to sleep with Fu Ci Yan, so she simply slept in the studio.

These days she has been unable to sleep at night, wakes up early in the morning, sleeps restlessly at night, and often has headaches.

It was just past five when she opened her eyes. Since she couldn't fall asleep anyway, she got up and continued to make samples.

There is still half a month left before the preliminary round, and time is a bit tight.

She was busy until around seven o'clock and then went downstairs to have breakfast.

As soon as I sat down at the table, Ji Jiaojiao came down with an empty bowl.

Wen Nanxi glanced at Ji Jiaojiao indifferently. The timing was perfect. If she said she didn't do it on purpose, Wen Nanxi would not believe it at all.

"Sister Nanxi, good morning. Brother Yan specially made chicken soup for me yesterday. I asked him to save some for you. Have you had it?"

Aunt Zhao was cooking in the kitchen. When she heard Ji Jiaojiao's words, she came out with a spatula.

"Madam, don't listen to her nonsense. I made you the chicken soup yesterday because I saw you didn't eat much. My husband wanted to send it to you, but she snatched it and drank it, so he didn't get to send it to you."

Ji Jiaojiao: ???

"Aunt Zhao, please stop talking nonsense!"

Aunt Zhao chuckled: "I'm not talking nonsense. I saw it with my own eyes. If you don't believe me, go ask my husband."

Wen Nanxi looked at Ji Jiaojiao, whose face turned green, and raised his lips, saying sarcastically:

"Oh, it's Brother Yan~ I cooked it especially for you~"

"you......"

Ji Jiaojiao was so angry that her mouth was about to twist. Just then, the door opened and Fu Ciyan, who had gone out for a morning run, came back.

Wen Nanxi withdrew her gaze indifferently and drank the bowl of millet porridge in front of her.

Aunt Zhao said that millet porridge is good for the stomach and asked her to drink more. She also put some sugar in it, which is very sweet and warms the stomach.

Ji Jiaojiao's face twisted with anger instantly turned into one of grievance, and she ran to Fu Ciyan:

"Brother Yan, it's all my fault. I drank that bowl of chicken soup yesterday and made Sister Nanxi unhappy. I really didn't mean to..."

Fu Ciyan said casually:

"Jiaojiao is still young, why bother with her? If you want to drink, just let Aunt Zhao make it."

Wen Nanxi: ...

unlucky.

Aunt Zhao brought out a bowl of egg custard and said sarcastically:

"People in their twenties are still children, giant babies. In the countryside, people in their twenties can give birth to several babies."

"Aunt Zhao!"

Fu Ciyan glanced coldly at Aunt Zhao, who quickly slapped her mouth.

"Oh my, look at my mouth. I said things I shouldn't have said. Miss Ji Jiaojiao, I apologize to you. Please forgive me for my mistakes. Why do you have to bother with an old woman like me?"

"Fu Ciyan."

Wen Nanxi wiped his mouth slowly, his eyes cold:

"Aunt Zhao just said a few words on my behalf. You don't have to be so harsh on her. We've been married for three years. If you want to scold me, just do it directly. There's no need to be so indirect."

Fu Ci Yan was confused by what he said. Didn’t he just call her Aunt Zhao?

"When did I ever say something indirect? Wen Nanxi, explain clearly."

Wen Nanxi didn't bother to pay attention to him and went upstairs by herself.

She is not going to the company today. She is making the first version of the sample clothes at home. She will have to contact the model to make some changes later. There is a lot of things to do.

Fu Ci Yan almost suffocated with a breath, and his face was even greener than Ji Jiaojiao's just now.

Ji Jiaojiao tugged at Fu Ciyan's sleeve: "Brother Yan, Sister Nanxi must have taken her anger out on you because of me. I shouldn't have drunk that bowl of chicken soup."

Fu Ciyan was very annoyed: "Okay, let's eat."

Aunt Zhao brought Ji Jiaojiao and Fu Ciyan's breakfast to the table and said to Fu Ciyan:

"Sir, does it feel good to be wronged?"

Fu Ciyan glanced at Aunt Zhao coldly and said, "Just say what you want to say."

Aunt Zhao sighed: "Madam has suffered this kind of grievance more than once."

"kindness?"

Aunt Zhao put away the bowl that Wen Nanxi had used:

"Have you just asked your wife if she is really arguing with Miss Ji Jiaojiao about that bowl of chicken soup?"