Fu Yanci swore that snail rice noodles were the second food he could never accept in his life.

First is durian.

But these two are Jiang Zao's favorites.

"Eat up," Jiang Zao urged. "It smells bad, but it tastes delicious."

Fu Yanci thought for a long time and felt that he, with the intelligence of a child, had no reason to refute his wife's words.

"good."

He held his breath and took a bite.

It didn't taste as bad as I imagined.

On the second bite, he actually tasted the aroma.

With the third bite, I began to enjoy my meal.

"Mmm, honey, this snail is so delicious!" Fu Yanci never forgot to act cute.

Jiang Zao was very happy that the food she recommended was recognized. "Right? Their snail rice noodles are the most authentic. Don't be fooled by the small storefront; it's always packed."

What business owners love most is hearing compliments on how delicious their food is.

So when they paid the bill, the proprietress was very generous and rounded down the amount by zero.

As Fu Yanci stepped out of the shop, he kept smelling the aroma.

Raise your arm and smell it.

Lift up her clothes and smell her.

"Wife, Aci has become smelly, Aci is stinky."

Jiang Zao couldn't help but laugh, "Let's go home first to take a shower and change clothes."

bath……

Fu Yanci thought of that sweet yet painful burden again.

So when he got home, he refused to let Jiang Zao give him a bath no matter what.

“Aci is already a big baby. Big babies can bathe themselves.” Fu Yanci insisted.

He didn't want to salute his wife anymore.

At least now is not the time.

Seeing his insistence, Jiang Zao could only help him prepare the bathwater, adjust the temperature, and put the ducklings and other toys in. Then, she asked him again, still worried.

"Aci, are you sure you can wash yourself?"

Fu Yanci nodded vigorously: "Aci is fine! Aci is already a big baby!"

Jiang Zao remembered what Dean Chu had said: Fu Yanci would gradually regain his intelligence. Perhaps he was already more than three or four years old in terms of mental age and knew how to be shy.

"Okay, then you can wash yourself. If you need anything, just call me loudly, okay?"

To be honest, Jiang Zao was still a little worried.

The aftereffects of being used to being a mother.

"Okay." Fu Yanci was suffering from the aftereffects of acting cute.

A door finally separated the two.

Fu Yanci finally breathed a sigh of relief, looking at the little yellow ducks floating in the fish tank, and questioned his life choices.

Jiang Zao found two servants and said, "You two stand guard at the door. If you hear any noise or hear anything unusual from inside the Third Master, call me immediately."

"Yes, Third Madam."

Jiang had eaten a lot and his body smelled quite strong, so he went to another bathroom to wash up.

After washing up, whether by coincidence or not, the two of them ended up changing into the same style and color of clothes.

Fu Yanci: "Wife, we are a perfect match!"

He'd wanted to wear this for a long time, and now he finally had the chance.

Jiang Zao smiled and pinched his cheek: "How old are you? What do you know about being a good match?"

Fu Yanci gave a haughty 'humph' and said, 'Husband and wife are meant to be well-matched. Why would someone who is not well-matched become husband and wife?'

Jiang was speechless.

She couldn't explain what a business marriage was to a child whose mind was only a few years old.

“Yes, yes, we’re a perfect match. Let’s go then. I need to go to the factory this afternoon to check on the production progress.” Jiang Zao habitually took Fu Yanci’s hand.

The factory wasn't far away, but it wasn't quite what Fu Yanci had imagined.

He had once considered selling the factory.

The workers were uncooperative, and the location was remote with no good projects available.

Now, however, the workers are working diligently, and vehicles responsible for transportation are constantly coming and going.

The loaders were very careful with every movement, afraid of damaging the robot inside the crate.

The factory manager doesn't just sit in the office; he supervises the work outdoors to ensure that no problems arise in any step.

"Third Master, Third Madam." Everyone stopped what they were doing and greeted them respectfully.

Jiang Zao smiled and nodded: "You guys continue, Third Master and I are just here to take a look around."

The workers worked even harder.

Fu Yanci finally saw the Mo2 robot, which had not yet been packed and was undergoing testing.

The programmer was someone he had never met before.

I secretly asked the workers and found out that the programmer was actually a technician from Mor Research Institute. He came specifically to guide their work, mainly to do quality inspection work, checking whether there were any problems with the robot's program before packing.

"How much stock is still unshipped?" Jiang Zao asked the factory manager.

The factory manager, sweating profusely, wiped it off with his sleeve and said with a smile, "Third Madam, this is the last truckload. Once it's all shipped out, the first batch of Mo2 will be complete."

Jiang was very satisfied; it was a week earlier than expected.

"Okay, everyone has worked hard these past few days. After this truck leaves, I'll give you three days off to go back and have a good time with your families and have some fun. Also, this month's bonus will be doubled and will come from my personal account."

All the workers cheered.

Jiang Zao added, "However, you'll have to come back and get back to work in three days. The second batch of Mo2 will be launched soon. I believe that with the experience of the first batch, you will be more at ease with the second batch. If you do well, you will still get holidays and bonuses."

"Thank you, Third Master and Third Madam!"

Jiang Zao watched the last truck depart before leaving with Fu Yanci.

Sitting in the car at this moment, Fu Yanci was equally shocked.

He discovered that his wife not only had design talent and hacking skills, but was also an excellent manager.

It would be a waste of talent for someone like him to be relegated to a lower position within the Fu family.

She deserves a wider world, and she deserves her own business empire.

Next, they went to the construction site of the resort in the south of the city.

Fang Tang, dressed in work clothes and wearing a safety helmet, would run over to one side to explain the blueprints to the foreman, and then run over to the other side to receive the newly delivered materials, and was also responsible for inspection.

They're so busy they're practically running around like headless chickens.

"Fang Tang!" Jiang Zao called out.

Upon hearing the voice, Fang Tang faced the wind and saw who it was. He then put down his work and jogged over to Jiang Zao and Fu Yanci.

"Mr. Jiang, the construction schedule is relatively stable right now. At this rate, the resort will be completed in three months. However..."

Fang Tang hesitated, as if he wanted to say something but then stopped.

Jiang Zao looked at him and said, "Just say what you want to say. You're not the type to be so wishy-washy."

Fang Tang then stated frankly, "The Xia family has contacted me several times, wanting us to use their steel bars, but I had people test them, and their steel bars don't meet the standards at all, so we refused."

Jiang Zao nodded: "Well done."

"But they don't seem to be giving up. They're even using your status, Mr. Jiang, to pressure me. They've already called me three times today alone." This is what's really troubling Fang Tang.