Chapter 83, First Move: Heartwarming Breakfast (Failure)
Madam Fu is insightful, but she is also somewhat naive and innocent, only thinking that Master Song is a conman.
Wen Yao, however, felt that it wasn't that simple. How could a conman from out of town know anything about Madam Fu?
She subtly probed, "Mom, who recommended Master Song to you?"
Upon hearing this, Madam Fu put down her teacup and replied, "She is a younger sister from my maternal family. You should call her Aunt Can."
At this point, Madam Fu frowned slightly, her expression worried.
"Your Aunt Can has always wanted a child, but unfortunately..."
"In short, she got what she wanted with the help of Master Song."
"Is Ah-Can sure he hasn't been scammed?"
Wen Yao thought to herself, Madam Fu is over fifty years old, and this Aunt Can is not young either, is she?
Her eyes flickered, and she bit her lower lip: "How old is Aunt Can?"
Mrs. Fu was amused by her choice of words, and covered her mouth with laughter as she fell onto the sofa. There was a faint resemblance between her eyes and eyebrows and Fu Jinzhi.
"Ah Chan is 48 years old this year!"
A woman nearing fifty who had been unable to conceive suddenly became pregnant.
Wen Yao's lips twitched. Besides the female lead who was favored by the world's consciousness, who else had this ability?
Why did An Rourou pull this stunt? Was it just to annoy her?
An Rou Rou, who was being nagged, was tending to the herbs by the window when suddenly she heard hurried footsteps in the courtyard. She looked up and saw Master Song with an angry expression on his face.
Seeing Master Song like this, An Rourou knew that her plan had failed.
However, she never intended to do anything to Wen Yao with such a small trick.
I just wanted to upset her a little.
After all, Madam Fu was a firm believer in fortune telling, and drawing such unlucky fortune slips would inevitably cause her some resentment towards Wen Yao.
"How is it?" An Rourou asked calmly, using wooden strips to prop up the leaning plant.
"I was kicked out." Master Song was both ashamed and angry. "That Madam Fu doesn't believe in fate at all; she only believes what she wants to believe!"
"You have no idea what I've been through!"
Master Song found it utterly outrageous; he had been in the fortune-telling and fake medicine business for thirty years.
I've seen believers, I've seen non-believers, and I've seen those who hesitate and waver.
But I've never seen anyone so firmly believe in the best possible outcome and dismiss all other outcomes.
Others who drew bad lots would at most say, "My fate is in my own hands, not in the heavens," unlike Madam Fu, who insisted on drawing the lot she wanted!
The fortune-telling container Master Song brought this time was specially made, with an iron rim around the bottom and magnets embedded in the bottom of all the fortune sticks.
It's almost impossible to get it by shaking.
But Wen Yao managed to shake it out, no one knows how much force she used.
After listening to Master Song recount his day's experiences, An Rourou unconsciously snapped the medicinal plant she had been carefully tending.
Why is even Madam Fu so kind to Wen Yao?
An Rou Rou's eyes were glazed over, and her face showed a hint of madness. She had been having dreams these past few days.
In her dream, she had made Fu Xuechang unable to leave her, and she also dreamed that her sister, who should have died long ago but suddenly reappeared, was completely defeated by her.
And then there's Madam Fu, who always tried to take Fu away from her, but she also caused him to suffer a cerebral hemorrhage, leaving him paralyzed in bed...
All obstacles were gone, and she was about to become her senior's rightful wife, the only woman by his side.
But the dream suddenly collapsed, and when she woke up, she still had nothing.
The culprit is Wen Yao. The Wen Yao in the dream was clearly dead long ago. She is a person who should not exist!
"What's wrong with you?" Seeing An Rourou's distorted and terrifying expression, Master Song was momentarily frightened.
He didn't really understand An Rourou, but he was forced to cooperate with her.
As the saying goes, if you walk the dark road too often, you'll eventually run into a ghost. Master Song has been deceiving people for many years, and finally he's managed to fool someone he can't afford to mess with.
He never imagined that the wealthy woman seeking a child came from such a powerful family that he didn't even have the chance to abscond with the money.
When he was desperate, he met An Rourou, and surprisingly, the wealthy woman who had been childless for many years became pregnant.
Now, all he can do is hope that An Rourou is a good business partner.
"It's nothing," An Rourou said, pulling out a silk handkerchief to wipe the liquid from her hands, her expression returning to calm. "You've traveled all over the country for so many years, you must know some desperate people who would do anything for money, right?"
Master Song felt a chill run through his body.
Wen Yao knew An Rourou to some extent, and she was certain that An Rourou had other tricks up her sleeve.
8848 also expressed his approval, but it took one, two, three days...
Days passed, and her life remained as calm as still water. Wen Yao rubbed her temples and decided to deal with whatever came her way.
Fu Jinzhi has been experiencing both pain and joy these days.
He was happy that Wen Yao seemed to have figured things out, but he was also distressed because it seemed like he was going astray; he always felt that something was wrong.
In the morning, after his morning exercise, Fu Jinzhi went downstairs for breakfast at 7:30 sharp.
But Wen Yao, who usually loves to sleep in, was sitting at the dining table early, waiting for him.
Is the sun rising in the west?
Fu Jinzhi was surprised for a moment, then walked to the dining table with a smile.
But the smile only lasted until she saw her own plate.
What are all these things? Fu Jinzhi frowned slightly.
Today is a Chinese breakfast; in front of him are tofu pudding and fried dough sticks.
According to the custom of S City, it is the traditional savory tofu pudding.
But now, several large strips of tomato sauce have been squeezed onto the savory tofu pudding, the bright red contrasting with the dark brown—it's utterly disgusting.
There were also deformed fried dough sticks next to it, torn in half for some reason and placed twisted on the plate.
Fu Jinzhi truly felt that she had no appetite.
His expression was cold, and a mocking smile played on his lips: "Wang... Mom, what's going on?"
He had barely opened his mouth when Wen Yao interrupted him, her cat-like eyes sparkling and her face beaming with a bright smile:
"Surprise! This is a special breakfast I prepared for you."
Fu Jinzhi immediately swallowed the question in her mouth, but, a loving breakfast?
He looked at her closely but couldn't detect a trace of affection.
"Could this have been made by Yao Yao herself?" he teased.
Wen Yao was a little embarrassed, "No, it's all thanks to the chef."
"I just squeezed a heart shape with ketchup on my tofu pudding."
"They even bent the fried dough sticks into the shape of a heart~"
She stood up with a smug look on her face, wanting to introduce her design concepts and clever ideas to Fu Jinzhi, only to find a mess of plates.
Oh no, the tomato sauce has melted, and the fried dough sticks have changed shape because they were crispy and elastic.
Wen Yao instantly became listless; her lovingly prepared breakfast had failed.
Seeing Wen Yao's disappointed look, Fu Jinzhi forced himself to eat a spoonful of tofu pudding, even though he felt nauseous. Well, at least it still tasted like human food.
It has simply changed from having all the essential flavors and aromas to having none of them.
His eyes held a hint of doting affection, and his face was full of indulgence and indulgence: "Thank you, Yaoyao, you've worked hard."
"But you don't have to force yourself to do things you don't like for my sake. As long as I see you happy every day, I will be happy too."
He thought about how ordinary couples cooking for each other could be quite enjoyable, and thought, "If anyone has to cook, it should be me."
"It's bad for girls' skin to cook, while men have thicker skin and are more suited to cooking."
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