Inside Yunjin Prime Manor…

Fu Chen was kneading the dough with the fillings according to the printed recipe for qingtuan. Fu Xinhan’s front paws were scratching the table because he could smell the fragrance of the egg yolk and meat floss.

“Third Master, you really don’t need my help?” Uncle Nian stood at the side and watched him start weighing the glutinous rice flour. Although the cooking method was in grams, no one would actually measure so accurately. “No need.”

Fu Chen had never kneaded dough before, so Uncle Nian was a little worried. He stood at the side and stared at him. He didn’t expect Fu Chen to be so capable that he actually rolled it

out.

In the past, apart from working and copying Buddhist scriptures, he only went out to travel, ski, and climb mountains and was almost isolated from the world. Such a Third Master Fu was detached from reality.

Uncle Nian stood beside him and helped him out a little. “In the past, I’ve always felt that you were too aloof and cold. I was worried that even if you formed a family, it would be easy for you to ignore your wife and children. Now, it seems like you will definitely be a good husband and father in the future.”

Fu Chen’s fingers stopped. Father?

Song Fengwan had just entered university and would graduate in more than three years. Moreover, she was still in school, and the two of them had never officially experienced the life of just the two of them. It was too early to talk about children.

Thinking about that little brat from the Yan family, he had no intention of having a child at

all.

Fu Sinian didn’t like children because Fu Chen had left a psychological shadow in him. Fu Chen didn’t like children because he had witnessed Fu Yuxiu and Shen Jinye grow up…

Ever since he was young, he had dealt with urine, feces, and milk. But these children were still howling in the middle of the night and had snotty noses. It was really unpleasant. We haven’t even had a married life yet. Why should we have a little debt collector and look for trouble for ourselves?

In the future, if my child is like those two, I’ll block his mouth and throw him out!

On the other side, in the Jing residence… Jing Hanchuan stared at the wooden box on the coffee table. After everyone left, he pursed his lips.

His parents had taught him since he was a child that it was disgraceful to waste food, so…

A few minutes later, two qingtuans were lying on a white porcelain plate with golden edges. Jing Hanchuan was holding a knife and fork. The taste of the qingtuans was different from what he usually ate. He wanted to see what was inside!

The fork pressed down on a qingtuan, and the knife cut it into two. The bean paste filling was instantly exposed.

He cut the qingtuan into pieces and ate it in small bites.

There doesn’t seem to be anything special!

Just as he was eating to his heart’s content, someone suddenly walked in.

“Sixth Master…”

Jing Hanchuan almost choked. “Get out!”

The man stood at the door, still a long distance away from the dining table, so he couldn’t see what he was eating at all. He immediately closed the door and left.

He was dumbfounded. Why is Sixth Master being so secretive?

After eating the qingtuans, Jing Hanchuan carried his fishing pole and walked to the backyard. He also destroyed the remains of the wooden box and other items.

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Song Fengwan was watching a variety show on her laptop, where food was being made. Hu Xinyue was lying on her bed and looking at her weakly. “Song Fengwan, can you not watch this tonight?”

“What’s wrong?” she asked suspiciously. “I’ve been on a diet recently! I didn’t eat at night and ran two laps in the field. Now, I’m so hungry that I can’t walk anymore, yet you’re still tempting me.” “Why are you losing weight? You’re not fat.” Hu Xinyue wasn’t considered skinny either. She had a very healthy figure. “If I don’t lose weight in April, I’ll be sad in June. What does a person like you who can’t gain weight know?! I’m starving now!” Hu Xinyue didn’t even have the strength to speak.

“I have cookies here!” Miao Yating deliberately tempted her.

Hu Xinyue harrumphed and ignored her.

About forty minutes later, Hu Xinyue’s phone rang. She jumped out of bed and flew out of the dormitory. Then she returned with a large bag of barbecue.

Song Fengwan was caught between laughter and tears. Is she losing weight like this?

After eating two mutton skewers, she lowered her head and sent a message to Tang Jingci. She’s acting weird today…

Big Sister Tang, are you really okay?

It was 8: 50 p.m. Tang Jingci was taking deep breaths in her room. There were only ten minutes left until the deadline of Qiao Xiyan’s ultimatum. When she heard her phone vibrate, her face paled in fright.

She was afraid that it was Qiao Xiyan calling to urge her.

Her limbs were cold from nervousness as she replied: (It’s okay. I’m fine.

Song Fengwan pursed her lips, feeling that something was amiss.

A few minutes later, Tang Jingci’s phone vibrated again.

(Five minutes left.

She gritted her teeth, put on her coat, and picked up the tremella and red date soup she had prepared long ago. She was ready to go over. She had brought a small pot with her, and she had even brought her own bed sheets and pillowcase. Previously, she had menstrual cramps and had prepared some brown sugar ginger tea. But she didn’t make any since she was lazy.