Chapter 16 I even wondered if you were possessed by someone for a moment...

The dishes are ready, and the rice is steamed.

The dining area is next to the kitchen, but not connected to it.

An Fusheng carried the dishes out of the kitchen one by one and into the dining room. The children's eyes were glued to the food, and they followed him back and forth like little tails.

When the last dish was served, the children sat down at the table on their own.

But the eldest brother hadn't said it was time to eat yet. Even though their mouths were watering uncontrollably, the children waited patiently and didn't touch their chopsticks without permission.

An Fusheng moved the children's high chair out from the corner, opened it, picked up Wen Xingrui who was crawling on the ground, and stuffed him into the high chair. "Sit down."

"Big brother, put Xingrui in the cage in his room. He'll knock over the bowls if he stays here," Bai Mangmang said.

"It's okay, I'll keep an eye on him."

An Fusheng placed the dining chair a little away from the table, making sure Wen Xingrui couldn't reach the table, and then pulled Wen Xingrui's clothes off. "Look how dirty your clothes are, and you're still climbing around so happily."

Wen Xingrui poked his head out from under his clothes, saw the table full of food, and, completely unconcerned about being naked, reached out to the table with drool in his eyes.

"Ahhh!"

"Change your clothes first." An Fusheng pressed the half of his body that was sticking out back in.

Bai Miaomiao ran outside to the clothes rack, took a clean piece of Wen Xingrui's clothing, and handed it to An Fusheng.

"Thank you." An Fusheng took the clothes and, while putting them on Wen Xingrui, asked, "Should we wake your mother up for breakfast?"

“No need, Aunt Wen said that you don’t have to eat when you’re sleeping,” Bai Miaomiao said.

An Fusheng helped Wen Xingrui get dressed, and Bai Miaomiao handed him a wet handkerchief.

An Fusheng took the handkerchief and wiped Wen Xingrui's hands. Wen Xingrui watched An Fusheng turn his dirty hands over and smiled at him while drooling.

"Tsk tsk tsk, your paws are even blacker than a cat's paws." An Fusheng pretended to be disgusted.

Wen Xingrui: "Hehe."

An Fusheng: "How dare you laugh?"

Wen Xingrui: "Hehe!"

An Fusheng: "..."

At the same time, Wen Min sniffed and suddenly jumped out of bed.

"It smells so good!"

"It's food!"

"It's mine!"

Wen Min didn't even have time to change out of her pajamas before she threw on her slippers and ran downstairs, only to run into Wen Xinghe at the stairwell.

"Xinghe? Why are you out alone?" Wen Min stopped when she saw Wen Xinghe lying sideways on the stair railing like a crab.

Wen Xinghe, who was carefully climbing down the stairs, heard Wen Min's voice and pulled back his outstretched foot. "I...I want to go down."

Wen Xinghe is blind and hates troubling others. She usually stays in her room as much as possible, waiting for others to bring her food. But today's food smelled so good that she felt very hungry as she smelled the aroma in her room. She endured it for a long time, but finally couldn't resist and came downstairs by herself.

“Come on, let Aunt Wen take you.” Wen Min picked up Wen Xinghe in her arms.

Wen Xinghe exclaimed in surprise and instinctively hugged Wen Min tightly.

“Baby, you’re holding my eyes, I can’t see the road anymore,” Wen Min said.

Wen Xinghe quickly moved his hand down to Wen Min's neck.

"The new chef's cooking smells amazing! Let's go eat!" Wen Min carried Wen Xinghe and ran like the wind. "We have to keep this chef."

Wen Xinghe quietly buried her head in Wen Min's neck; she loved being hugged.

After tidying up Wen Xingrui, An Fusheng placed a large bowl of steamed egg and rice in front of him, saying, "Eat up."

"Is this okay?" Bai Miaomiao asked with great doubt as she watched Wen Xingrui happily stuffing rice into his mouth with both hands.

“He’s eating quite well, and he even has a food bag, so he can pick up the food that falls out and eat it again, so nothing is wasted.” An Fusheng glanced at it and didn’t see anything wrong with it. “Let’s eat.”

"Wait a moment!"

The chopsticks and spoons that had just been extended stopped in mid-air, and their heads all turned to look outside the door.

Wen Min carried Wen Xinghe and quickly walked into the restaurant. "Aren't you going to invite us to eat?"

"Why did you get up?" Bai Miaomiao asked.

Wen's mother said not to wake her when she's sleeping unless it's something important, and she especially emphasized not to wake her for small things like meals. She said it's okay to wait until she wakes up before eating. Besides, Wen's mother slept until the afternoon yesterday, so she thought it would be the same today.

However, she seemed to have forgotten to deliver food to Xinghe in advance, which annoyed Bai Miaomiao.

Wen Min watched as Bai Miaomiao, for some reason, gradually fell into self-blame again, and sighed inwardly, "Why is this child so sensitive?"

Wen Min gently patted Bai Miaomiao's head and said reassuringly, "Don't overthink it, I was just joking. I'm not upset that you didn't call me for dinner."

Bai Miaomiao nodded.

As Wen Min added bowls for herself and Wen Xinghe, she asked, "Why didn't you invite Uncle to eat with you?"

"What?" The children at the table looked at Wen Min in confusion.

Wen Min said, "Hey chef, he's cooking for you, why don't you invite him to eat with you?"

"Did Big Brother cook the meal?" Bai Mangmang asked.

The other children nodded in unison to confirm.

Wen Min paused in her act of putting down the bowl. "Did your older brother make this?"

"yes."

Wen Min looked at An Fusheng: "You did this?"

An Fusheng nodded.

"You really can cook?"

An Fusheng continued to nod.

"Is it possible? Let me try?" Although the aroma of food filled the air, Wen Min was still full of doubt.

I picked up a little bit of the minced meat from the steamed egg, put it in my mouth, tasted it, and exclaimed, "Holy crap, delicious!"

The children stared wide-eyed at Wen Min as he ate, and they couldn't help but swallow their saliva.

"What are you all looking at me for? Hurry up and eat."

As soon as Wen Min finished speaking, chopsticks and spoons, poised to strike, fell into the bowl of food.

Wen Min: "...That was fast."

"Mmm, delicious!"

Wow, the meat sauce is so delicious!

"This eggplant fritter smells so good and is so crispy!"

"Hey, hey, hey, don't just focus on the vegetables, you have to eat rice too!" Wen Min reminded the hungry children as she quickly served Wen Xinghe rice and vegetables.

Wen Min mixed a full bowl of steamed egg rice and placed it in front of Wen Xinghe. She put the spoon in Wen Xinghe's hand, held her hand, scooped a large spoonful of rice from the bowl, and guided Wen Xinghe's hand to her mouth, saying, "Xinghe, eat quickly."

Wen Xinghe's mouth was stuffed full as soon as he opened it. With a flick of his tongue, the aroma spread throughout his mouth. So delicious!

The rice contains eggs, minced meat, and broth. The eggs are tender and fall apart easily with just a few stirs. The minced meat and broth stick to the rice. When you touch your tongue and close your teeth, all you feel is rice, but the aroma of eggs and minced meat spreads throughout your mouth, which is both unexpected and delightful.

Wen Xinghe groped for the rim of the bowl with his left hand, and with his right hand holding a spoon, he was eager to scoop out a second spoonful of rice, but unexpectedly, an eggplant fritter was stuffed into his mouth.

“This is delicious too,” Wen Min said. “Let’s try it first.”

In his haste, a mouthful of crispy eggplant was stuffed into his mouth. Wen Xinghe put down his spoon, grabbed the eggplant fritters with his hands, and began to savor them. The surface was crispy, but the inside was tender. Underneath the soft eggplant flesh was sweet and juicy lean meat. It was delicious!

Wen Xinghe usually eats very carefully. She is blind and can't eat quickly by groping around. Moreover, she is afraid of chewing on bones or other hard objects and hurting her teeth. So she habitually probes the food with her tongue first to make sure there are no hard objects before she can chew.

But now, she couldn't care less about any of that. Like everyone else, she couldn't wait to put the next bite into her mouth before she had even finished eating.

The children wolfed down their food, not even bothering to add more rice to their bowls. An Fusheng couldn't bear to see this, so he added a large spoonful of rice to each of their bowls.

The children stared in shock at their full bowls of rice.

"Wow, this green vegetable is so delicious!" Wen Min exclaimed in surprise as she chewed the green vegetable, and then picked up a large piece of it from Wen Xinghe's bowl. "Xinghe, try it too."

Wen Xinghe had just scooped up a spoonful of rice when Wen Min put a leaf of green vegetable in her spoon.

Everyone looked at Wen Xinghe with sympathy. Wen's mother always used this trick to trick everyone into eating vegetables. They had all tried it, and none of the vegetables tasted good. Only Xinghe couldn't see it and was always successfully fooled.

Wen Xinghe put the food in his mouth, chewed a few times, and nodded, "Delicious, Mom Wen, I want to eat more of this vegetable."

Is it true or false?

Although Wen Xinghe is not picky about food and will eat whatever others give her, she would not ask to eat something she doesn't like, and her expression doesn't seem to be faking it.

Unable to contain her curiosity, Bai Mangmang picked up a leaf and put it in her mouth. "Wow, it's really delicious!"

As she spoke, she picked up several more vegetable leaves and put them into her bowl, saying, "I also love this green vegetable."

Other children also curiously reached for the vegetables with their chopsticks (or spoons).

Wow, this is delicious!

"So delicious!"

"Oh dear, the vegetables won't come into my spoon!" Wen Xingmou exclaimed anxiously.

Seeing this, An Fusheng picked up a few more bites for her, filling her small bowl to the brim.

"Thank you, big brother." Wen Xingmou started eating with satisfaction.

"I want one too." An Shisi picked up his bowl and looked at An Fusheng; he couldn't make this dish either.

An Fusheng also filled An Shisi's small bowl to the brim, saying, "Make sure you finish it."

"Okay." An Shisi held his bowl and shoveled vegetables into his mouth. "From today onwards, I am the child who loves eating vegetables the most."

After finishing the meal, everyone leaned back in their chairs, their bellies full. The food on the table had been completely devoured, and even Wen Xingrui had picked up all the food that had fallen in front of him.

"Good, everyone behaved very well today. There were no leftovers, and everyone ate vegetables." Wen Min was very pleased.

“This green vegetable is so delicious,” An Shisi said. “I will love eating this green vegetable from now on.”

"All the dishes my brother makes are delicious!" Wen Xingmou said. "The meat sauce steamed egg custard and that boxed dish are also super delicious."

An Shisi chimed in, "That's right, Big Brother's cooking is the best in the world!"

Wen Min expressed his approval: "It's really good. I didn't expect that Fu Zai would develop a new skill even after losing his memory."

An Fusheng seized the opportunity to ask, "Then... can I work as a chef here?"

“Yes,” Wen Mindao added, “if you wish.”

"I do."

"OK."

An Fusheng was then taken into Wen Min's office.

“Although we’re all on the same side, we still have to follow the proper procedures.” Wen Min handed An Fusheng a labor contract: “Take a look at it first. If you have any questions, feel free to ask. Sign it after confirming that everything is in order.”

An Fusheng took the contract, opened the first page, and saw densely packed words that made him dizzy. He didn't want to read it, but he was afraid that Wen Min would say that he didn't have a proper attitude towards this job, so he pretended to read it carefully and slowly turned the pages one by one to the last page before writing his name stroke by stroke at the signature section.

Wen Min picked up the contract, looked at the signature, and had a complicated expression. "Fu Zai, you've lost your memory. How come you can't even write anymore? Twenty years of hard study, and you're back to square one. That's too tragic. Luckily, you can still write a few words, otherwise what would you do?"

Wen Min picked up the pen and signed the contract, muttering, "If we weren't both highly educated and not bound by feudal superstitions, I would have suspected that you had been possessed by a ghost."

In an instant, An Fusheng's face turned deathly pale.

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