Chapter 799 Mr. Fu, are you leaving?
The black luxury car stopped under the big banyan tree at the entrance of the village.
Fu Nian'an turned to look at Le Yan, who had her eyes closed.
He knew she wasn't asleep.
I just don't know how to face him, so I can only choose this ostrich-like approach.
"Le Yan," Fu Nian'an called softly.
Le Yan slowly opened her eyes and turned her head to meet the man's deep gaze.
Her eyes were clear, showing no signs of sleepiness.
Fu Nian'an didn't expose her, and simply said, "We've arrived."
"Okay." Le Yan lowered her head, unbuckled her seatbelt, and got out of the car.
The car door closed, and Leyan went around to the back seat to get the medicine bag.
As soon as the back door was opened, Fu Nian'an opened the other door from the other side.
"It's a bit heavy, I'll carry it."
Le Yan's eyelashes fluttered. "Okay, thank you."
Fu Nian'an glanced at her, but ultimately said nothing. She picked up the medicine bag and closed the car door.
The two walked side by side in the narrow alley.
When he arrived home, Lin Minsheng was not there.
Le Yan explained, "Brother Sheng should be playing mahjong at Uncle Wang's house."
"Okay." Fu Nian'an placed the herbal medicine packet on the dining table. "Since you don't have underfloor heating at home, you can just leave it like this. You can heat it up in a water bath when you want to drink it."
"Okay." Le Yan nodded, turned to look at the clock on the wall, and paused slightly. "It's almost one o'clock. I guess Brother Sheng thought we weren't coming back for lunch and is having lunch at Uncle Wang's house. What would you like to eat, Mr. Fu? I'll make it."
Fu Nian'an wasn't actually very hungry.
I ate too much for breakfast, and spent more than two hours sitting on the way there and back, so I didn't digest much.
But Leyan must be hungry.
"I'm fine with anything, but can you cook?"
Le Yan: "..."
She thought for a moment, then her eyes lit up. “I have peanut dumplings in my fridge. Sheng and I made them ourselves. Each one is about the size of an egg. The peanut filling is freshly made by us. Sheng’s autumn peanuts are super fragrant. Mr. Fu, would you like to try some?”
Seeing how vividly she described it, Fu Nian'an smiled slightly and said, "It sounds very good, so let's eat this."
"Okay, I'll go do it. Mr. Fu, please wait in the living room for a moment."
How could Fu Nian'an trust her to do it?
Last time, even cooking a small wonton at his house scared her away by three meters.
Fu Nian'an followed Le Yan into the kitchen.
Le Yan took out a package of peanut dumplings from the freezer and turned around to see Fu Nian'an.
How did you get in?
"I'm a little curious," Fu Nian'an said, half-jokingly. "For an outsider like me, many things in your house are quite novel."
Hearing this, Le Yan laughed, "You look just like me when I first went to Beicheng. But my health was too poor. During my first year in Beicheng, I couldn't adapt to the climate there. The underfloor heating was very comfortable, but it was too dry. I often woke up with bloodstains on my pillow. I was so scared that I cried, thinking I had some terminal illness. But when I went to see a doctor, I found out it was because of the dryness. I kept rubbing my nose when I fell asleep, and my nasal membrane broke..."
Fu Nian'an stood to the side watching her get water, "You were only thirteen years old then, weren't you?"
"Yeah, thirteen years old, still a bit silly..."
Leyan filled the pot with water and placed it on the electric stove. "These glutinous rice balls need to be added after the water boils. They're quite large, and they tend to sink to the bottom and burn easily. So we usually put a little oil on this ladle, then place the glutinous rice balls one by one on the ladle, then put them into the boiling water. We wait a while before putting them in, and then we gently stir to prevent them from sticking together..."
Fu Nian'an stepped forward and took the spoon from Le Yan's hand. "I'll do it. You can teach me from the side."
He took the ladle away, and Le Yan looked at Fu Nian'an, who was already standing in front of the pot, and pursed her lips slightly, "Actually, I'm not that stupid."
Fu Nian'an paused, then turned to look at her, "Not being able to cook doesn't mean you're stupid."
"But compared to Mr. Fu, who can learn everything in no time, I do seem quite clumsy."
Fu Nian'an: "..."
"The water's boiling!"
Fu Nian'an put the peanut dumplings in as Le Yan had taught her, but only put in four.
"Are two enough?" he asked Le Yan.
“I’ve had enough, but Mr. Fu, would you like to have just two?” Le Yan was afraid he was just being polite, so she added, “These glutinous rice balls are very delicious, and this is lunch for us. Today is the first day of the Lunar New Year, and many restaurants in our town are closed. If you’re not full, you’ll just have to wait for Brother Sheng to come back and cook dinner tonight.”
Fu Nian'an gently stirred the glutinous rice balls, "The noodles from this morning are still multiplying in my stomach."
Le Yan: "...?"
Okay, that bowl of noodles this morning was indeed too big.
Fu Nian'an has probably made it this far.
The thought that such a distinguished figure as Fu Nian'an almost died from being stuffed to death by her brother Sheng's bowl of noodles inexplicably made Le Yan laugh.
She burst out laughing, then immediately covered her mouth to stifle it!
Fu Nian'an looked at her and raised an eyebrow slightly: "What are you laughing at?"
"No!" Le Yan pursed her lips tightly.
Fu Nian'an smiled faintly, and as she spoke the truth, her phone vibrated in her pocket.
"You watch the pot, I'm going to answer a phone call."
"good."
Fu Nian'an walked out of the kitchen with her phone in her hand.
This call was from our overseas partners.
There was a problem with the project, and Fu Nian'an had to go there in person.
He hung up the phone and then called Chu Xing, asking Chu Xing to book him a flight from Mincheng.
Chu Xing asked him, "When did you book?"
Fu Nian'an glanced at the kitchen, pursed her lips and pondered for a moment before saying, "Tonight."
...
Leyan ladled the cooked glutinous rice balls into a ceramic bowl.
Just as I was about to serve it, Fu Nian'an walked in.
"It's a bit hot, let me take it."
He simply held the bowl in one hand, turned around, and walked out.
Le Yan followed him out of the kitchen.
The two sat down at the dining table.
Leyan handed him the soup spoon.
Fu Nian'an reached out and took it, saying thank you.
The two sat facing each other, each eating glutinous rice balls with their heads down.
Fu Nian'an was eating it for the first time and felt that the filling of these glutinous rice balls was much more generous than the ones they usually ate. The peanut filling was coated with white sugar, which was very fragrant and sweet.
He didn't actually like sweets much, and he wasn't very hungry, but when he thought that Le Yan and Lin Minsheng had made them by hand, he still ate them silently.
The result was that I felt even fuller.
Influenced by her parents and a maternal grandfather who practiced traditional Chinese medicine, Fu Nian'an had a concept of health preservation from a young age.
Eating until you are 80% full is the most comfortable state for the human body. It can ensure sufficient mental and physical energy without causing a burden on the stomach and intestines.
But today, both meals broke his usual routine.
Leyan has a small appetite; she couldn't eat the second one.
Fu Nian'an watched her dawdle as she drank her soup, and said, "If you can't eat it, then don't."
"No!" Le Yan was unusually firm this time. "I want to finish it!"
Fu Nian'an was puzzled. "Your father isn't here, so no one will say anything if you don't finish your food."
"No." Le Yan glanced at Fu Nian'an, pursed her lips, "Anyway, I'm going to finish it!"
Eating tangyuan (sweet rice balls) during the New Year symbolizes family reunion and happiness.
This was the first time Le Yan had eaten tangyuan (sweet rice balls) with Fu Nian'an, and it was also the first day of the new year, so she had to finish them!
Even though she never expected anything to happen between herself and Fu Nian'an, she took it as a way to comfort herself.
Leyan finished eating the glutinous rice balls and breathed a sigh of relief.
She touched her stomach and glanced at Fu Nian'an's empty bowl. "Mr. Fu, would you like to eat more?"
"No need, thank you."
"Shall I take the bowl away?"
“Hmm.” Fu Nian’an stood up, wanting to help, but Le Yan beat her to it.
"Go and rest. I'll just wash the two dishes quickly."
Fu Nian'an did not insist this time.
...
Leyan washed the two bowls, dried her hands, and walked out of the kitchen.
They happened to run into Fu Nian'an, who was coming downstairs.
Fu Nian'an pulled her suitcase with one hand and looked at her.
Le Yan paused, her eyelashes fluttering slightly as she looked at him. "Mr. Fu, are you leaving?"
Fu Nian'an responded in a low voice, "Yes, please tell Uncle Lin for me."
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