Chapter 789 He has accepted Le Yan into his world
"Nian'an has never tried my preserved radish, has she?"
Le Yan: "...He probably won't like it!"
"How do you know he doesn't like it?" Lin Minsheng looked at Fu Nian'an, his speech already slurred, mixing his hometown dialect with Mandarin: "The radish is dried and pickled with soy sauce and our local fermented 'Taoist' sauce. It's very appetizing with white porridge. Look, our Yangyang loves it. Every time she comes back, she asks me to make several jars to take to Beicheng. Sometimes when we run out, I even mail them over..."
Fu Nian'an looked at Le Yan.
Le Yan volunteered to translate: "Cai Tou means white radish. Brother Sheng was drunk and just said it in Mandarin using the pronunciation of Hokkien."
Fu Nian'an nodded and then asked, "What does 'Daoist lineage' mean?"
"The fermented black beans are made by sun-drying and fermenting black beans."
“I see.” Fu Nian’an smiled. “Your hometown dialect is quite interesting; it sounds a lot like Taiwanese.”
Le Yan smiled and nodded, "Because they all belong to the Minnan language!"
"Yangyang, hurry up and get it. Let Nian'an try it. If he likes it, I'll pack a few cans for him to take back with him when we go back to Beicheng..."
Le Yan: "..."
She figured that a rich young master like Fu Nian'an, who lived a life of luxury, would definitely not be used to eating pickled foods.
"Brother Sheng, you've had too much to drink. Let me help you upstairs to rest." Le Yan stood up and walked to Lin Minsheng's side, reaching out to pull his arm.
But Lin Min couldn't get up and insisted that Le Yan get some preserved radish for Fu Nian'an to try.
"They don't like the food, stop making a fuss..."
"Uncle Lin recommended it so highly, it must taste good." Fu Nian'an looked at Le Yan and said gently, "May I try it?"
Le Yan turned to look at Fu Nian'an, "Are you sure?"
"Hmm, I'm also quite curious about what kind of food you're so passionate about tastes like."
Le Yan was taken aback.
"Yangyang, why are you still standing there? Hurry up and go..."
Lin Minsheng urged her again, and Le Yan nodded and turned to walk towards the kitchen.
She took a jar of preserved radish that she had just opened a few days ago from the refrigerator, and used clean chopsticks to put a few pieces of preserved radish into a small dish.
When she placed the small dish of preserved radish in front of Fu Nian'an, she was inexplicably a little nervous: "We usually eat this with plain porridge because it's quite salty. Just take a small bite to taste."
Fu Nian'an responded and picked up a small piece of preserved radish with her chopsticks and put it in her mouth.
Le Yan stared at him intently.
Fu Nian'an chewed elegantly; the texture was crisp, and it was indeed a bit salty. It would probably be quite good with white porridge.
Seeing that he had swallowed the preserved radish, Le Yan asked softly, "How was it?"
"It is indeed quite delicious." Fu Nian'an looked at Le Yan and smiled slightly. "It's just a bit salty to eat on its own."
"Wait a minute, let me get you a glass of warm water!"
Le Yan turned around and walked to the coffee table, poured a cup of warm water into a disposable paper cup, and handed it to Fu Nian'an.
Fu Nian'an took it, thanked him, and drank it all in one gulp.
“I told you you wouldn’t like it,” Le Yan said, looking at him. “Actually, Xiang Yu always says the same thing about me; she doesn’t like it either.”
Fu Nian'an put down her cup, glanced at Lin Minsheng who was already slumped on the table, and then looked at Le Yan: "Everyone has their own favorite food. I don't think it's bad. It's just that I prefer a lighter diet, so it's not that I find it bad."
Le Yan smiled, taking it as a word of comfort.
She turned to look at Lin Minsheng, who was already asleep, and sighed helplessly, "He's so drunk, he'll probably wake up complaining of a stomachache tomorrow!"
"Your father isn't a good drinker."
Upon hearing this, Le Yan turned to look at Fu Nian'an's face, which showed no signs of drunkenness whatsoever, and said with an embarrassed smile, "Compared to you, Mr. Fu, my brother Sheng's alcohol tolerance is indeed very low."
Fu Nian'an: "..."
Perhaps because Lin Minsheng asked her about her age, Fu Nian'an is now quite sensitive to the word 'old'.
He raised his hand and pinched the space between his eyebrows, sighing helplessly.
Seeing this, Le Yan assumed he was also a little drunk and quickly asked, "Mr. Fu, are you also a little tipsy?"
Fu Nian paused for a moment, then nodded, "It seems so."
Le Yan thought it was normal for her to be drunk.
They shared a bottle of Moutai, and Fu Nian'an almost always drank it all in one go. If you really counted, Fu Nian'an drank more than Lin Minsheng, but Lin Minsheng got drunk. How could Fu Nian'an not be drunk at all?
However, Fu Nian'an seems to be naturally immune to alcohol, appearing quite sober.
"The guest room hasn't been prepared yet. Let me help you to the living room first," Le Yan stood up and walked to Fu Nian'an's side, taking his arm in her hand. "Can you get up?"
Fu Nian'an didn't move, looking at Lin Minsheng lying face down opposite her, "What about your father?"
Le Yan glanced at Lin Minsheng, "I'll call Uncle Wang from next door to come and help him upstairs."
"Wouldn't that be too much trouble?"
"No, we have a very good relationship with our neighbors." Le Yan paused for a moment, then added, "Never mind, you sit down first. I'll go upstairs and tidy up the guest room now. I'll help you upstairs later, otherwise Uncle Wang will start asking a bunch of gossipy questions when he sees you..."
As she spoke, Le Yan turned and hurriedly ran upstairs.
Fu Nian'an watched her hurried figure disappear into the distance and gave a helpless smile.
He came over today without even saying hello; that was definitely inconsiderate.
But when he heard that Wen Songyi would be joining the troupe for training with Le Yan after the New Year, his first thought was to come and find Le Yan.
Before today, he never imagined that on the last day of his thirtieth year, he would do something so out of character for a girl.
He certainly knew that Shen Anning had probably leaked the information to him in order to create a sense of crisis for him.
In fact, he shouldn't have made such a hasty visit, or rather, he shouldn't have come on such a day of family reunion as New Year's Eve.
His reason told him he should be more cautious, that he should wait, at least until Le Yan had matured further and was ready...
He was usually rational, but this time he let himself be influenced by the pangs of compassion in his heart and made the first impulsive decision of his life.
Fu Nian'an knew this was risky, but he didn't want to restrain himself.
Perhaps, from the moment he first decided to help Le Yan, he had already accepted letting Le Yan into his world.
...
The phone in his pocket kept vibrating; it was a group chat of several families sending out red envelopes.
This is an essential part of their annual Lunar New Year's Eve interaction.
Fu Siyan was once again the first person to give out red envelopes this year.
Lucky draw red envelopes are available for everyone in the group; how many you get depends entirely on luck.
Fu Nian'an ordered 999.9.
Shen Anning: [@FNA, wow, bro, these four 9s are fate's way of saying you and my future sister-in-law will have a long and happy life together!]
Wen Songyi: [? Nian'an has a girlfriend? Who is she?]
Shen Anning: 【…I don’t know, don’t ask me!】
Fu Nianjin: [I'm curious too. Big brother, you're at my future sister-in-law's house right now, right? Can we see her? I'm really curious!]
Qin Shiyou: [Nian'an, you actually secretly got together with Songyi behind my back!]
Han Xi: [Nian'an is no longer single, but my good-for-nothing older brother is still single...]
Qi Yue: [@Xiao Bao, give me back the New Year's red envelope I just sent you privately!]
Han Xi: [@Han Mingyu, Dad, look at my older brother! He's got no talent for chasing wives, all he does is yell at his sister~]
Han Mingyu: [@Qi Yue, you shameful thing! Look at Nian An!]
Qi Yue: [...]
Qi Yue: (Initiates a lucky draw red envelope)
Sold out in seconds.
Han Xi: [Best luck, (＾－＾)V]
Qi Yue: [...]
... (dozens of messages omitted here)
Fu Nian'an watched them chat, a faint smile playing on her lips.
Finally, he sent out red envelopes.
Everyone snapped them up in a flash again.
Wen Songyi: [@FNA, Nian An Ge, stop keeping us in suspense! Show us your future sister-in-law!]
FNA: [She's shy. I'll introduce her to you when she feels it's a good match.]
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