Chapter 33
Song Yunnian got busy, and soon an enticing aroma wafted from the kitchen.
The two little ones and Fu Yanchen were sitting in the living room watching TV.
Song Wanxing leaned closer to Fu Yanchen with a mischievous grin. “Uncle Fu, I have some first-hand intel on Mommy. Do you want it?”
Fu Yanchen glanced at him. Song Wanxing’s features were remarkably similar to Song Yunnian’s, and the cunning glint in his lively eyes was identical to hers.
“I don’t need it.”
Song Wanxing had been full of confidence, planning to fleece Fu Yanchen for a hefty sum, but he hadn’t expected the man wouldn’t take the bait at all.
He started to get a bit anxious.
“Are you sure you don’t want it? It has all kinds of detailed info on Sister Nian, plus details on her suitors. It’s the real deal, I promise.”
Fu Yanchen remained unmoved. He said indifferently, “Do you think I can’t find these things out myself?”
Song Wanxing huffed and sat back down in his spot.
He had been so sure of himself, only to be shut down.
Fu Chengyi couldn’t help but cover his mouth and giggle. That’s what he got for trying to play him earlier; now he was tasting what it was like to hit a brick wall.
Song Yunnian soon finished a large table of dishes and brought them all out.
She called out, “Alright, everyone come wash your hands and eat!”
Song Wanxing drooled at the sight of the table full of food and couldn’t wait to pick up his chopsticks. “Wow, Sister Nian, it’s been a long time since I’ve tasted your cooking when you’re actually trying.”
Song Yunnian snorted. “You make it sound like I’ve been mistreating you. Have I ever let you go hungry?”
Song Wanxing’s eyes darted around as he said pointedly, “You haven’t mistreated me, but you only make this much good food when Uncle Mo is around.”
After saying that, he discreetly glanced at Fu Yanchen, a smirk playing on his lips.
Serves him right for not buying the intel earlier. He must be feeling the pressure now.
Fu Yanchen’s eyes narrowed slightly, a hint of coldness quietly seeping into his gaze.
Although he could tell Song Wanxing was being vindictive, it also proved that there were other men around Song Yunnian.
Song Yunnian smacked Song Wanxing on the head. “Stop your yapping. Once I make some money, I’ll let you eat until you’re sick every day.”
With the intention of fleecing Fu Yanchen, Song Yunnian looked at him with a bright smile. “President Fu, these are all delicacies I’ve prepared with great care. Why don’t you try them and see how they taste?”
Seeing that stunning smile, Fu Yanchen’s heart skipped a beat for a moment.
Under Song Yunnian’s expectant gaze, he picked up a lamb chop and took a bite.
“How is it?” Song Yunnian couldn’t help but ask.
Fu Yanchen: “Not bad.”
Hearing this, Song Yunnian’s eyes crinkled with joy. It seemed the money for tonight was as good as hers. She gleefully calculated her next move in her head.
Seeing that Song Yunnian had not only prepared so many dishes with care but was also anxiously awaiting his review, a ripple of emotion stirred in Fu Yanchen’s heart.
This time was different from the last. Because Song Yunnian had made so many dishes, the three of them ate to their hearts’ content. Even Fu Chengyi had an extra bowl of rice.
Song Yunnian cleared the dishes to the kitchen and then walked up to Fu Yanchen. “President Fu, were you satisfied with this meal?”
“I was,” Fu Yanchen nodded.
Song Yunnian’s cooking was truly excellent, even better than what he had at high-end restaurants. He was very satisfied.
He hadn’t expected a socialite like Song Yunnian to have such good culinary skills; it was quite a surprise.
Hearing Fu Yanchen’s answer, Song Yunnian’s smile deepened. “In that case, shouldn’t we settle the bill? The cost of ingredients was one thousand yuan. But since I carried them back all by myself, let’s double that for the labor. Then there’s the cooking fee…”
She did some mental math and then looked at Fu Yanchen with a beaming smile. “The total comes to two million. You definitely don’t have that much cash on you, so we’ll just deduct it from the fifty million.”
Fu Yanchen’s face darkened. Two million for one meal!
Song Yunnian might as well go rob a bank.