Transmigrated as the Stepmother of a Rebellious Heir-Chapter 230 - 140 Bribery

But contrary to Fu Yang’s expectation, Shu Wan not only knew how to cook but was also exceptionally good at it.

Ancient noblewomen of high birth seldom entered the kitchen, but Shu Wan had taken the initiative to learn from renowned chefs.

In that era, if she wanted her voice to be heard, it had to be through her future husband, the dynasty’s Crown Prince, the future Emperor.

Thus, not only did Shu Wan learn poetry, rites, and etiquette, but she also mastered the interests of women in seclusion, including cooking and embroidery.

She had long been clear that she might not like the Crown Prince she was to marry in the future, but he must like her.

Now, in a new age, the estate had chefs, and there were restaurants outside, leaving Shu Wan no opportunity to put her hands to work, but now it just happened to come in handy.

Facing a basket of ingredients, Shu Wan skillfully grabbed a knife and began to prepare them.

She sliced the meat and stir-fried it with green and red hot peppers, tossing a few cloves of garlic into the mix; the aroma of the meat, garlic, and peppers was fully released, and before it was even served, Fu Yang could not help swallowing his saliva, enticed by the smell.

The beaten egg liquid was fried in hot oil, turning golden and fluffy, and then mixed with diced tomatoes; the sour and sweet juices stained the golden eggs with a tempting red hue.

"Just one more dish, a vegetable tofu soup." Shu Wan beckoned to Fu Yang, "It’s your turn."

"I can’t."

"Just throw the tofu and vegetables into boiling water and cook them; what’s so hard about that?" Shu Wan handed him the spatula, "If you don’t cook, you don’t eat."

"...."

After a moment’s hesitation, Fu Yang still took the spatula from Shu Wan’s hand.

He had never tried doing these things before, but thankfully Fu Yang was smart and, with Shu Wan’s guidance, soon a pot of light vegetable tofu soup was ready.

The rice in the electric cooker was done, and just as Fu Yang was about to take it out, Shu Wan stopped him, "I still need it."

As she spoke, Shu Wan took over the electric cooker, brushed oil on a pan on the stove, and then poured the rice back into the pot from the electric cooker.

Fu Yang was curious, "What’s this for?"

"Don’t you like crispy rice?"

Shu Wan often saw various bags of crispy rice and chips in Fu Yang’s room and knew he liked crunchy snacks.

This was the perfect opportunity, a task that came naturally to her.

But her words took Fu Yang by surprise.

His eyes flickered and his broken hair fluttered in the evening breeze, casting a hint of starlight in the depths of his luminous eyes.

Fu Yang himself had never noticed that he had a small habit.

Whenever he felt uneasy, his right hand would subconsciously go behind him and fiddle with the clothes on his back.

At this moment, Fu Yang maintained a composed demeanor, but his right hand was pulling on the clothes behind him unconsciously.

[My little baby is shy, ah, ah, ah, the proud Young Master who gets shy, I’ll kiss him first.]

[So cute, why does it seem that the Young Master is so easily touched haha, I can make crispy rice too, little cutie, come to my arms.]

[Lin Yang didn’t even realize he has this little gesture haha, I’ve seen it twice already, every time the Young Master gets shy, his hand goes behind his back.]

"I don’t," Fu Yang denied subconsciously, "Don’t be too smart for your own good."

"Oh." Shu Wan, who understood all too well that Fu Yang’s words did not match his feelings, did not expose him but simply nodded and continued to prepare dinner.

Ryan Town was famous for its fresh flowers and fruits, and at this time, the yard was filled with loquats and strawberries, while the outside orchard had green plums and pineapples.

Shu Wan picked a few peaches and strawberries, chopped them up into cups, then sliced a few pieces of lemon and added a bit of baking soda.

Soon, tiny bubbles started to form in the cup, a glass of sparkling water was ready.

By now, the rice in the pot was completely steamed.

Shu Wan brought out the dishes, while Fu Yang was in charge of serving the rice; soon, a table of home-cooked dishes was set up in the yard.

The pink peach soda and the red peach soda looked particularly attractive in their glasses, and Shu Wan had also picked a large bunch of colorful fresh flowers from the garden and placed them in the middle of the table.

When Fu Yang came out of the kitchen and saw the table adorned with colorful and very girlish decorations, his expression froze for a moment, "It’s just dinner, why all the fuss with these decorations?"

"Then don’t eat."

"....." Fu Yang quietly closed his mouth.

He had been hungry all day and could eat a whole cow at this point; as soon as he sat down, Fu Yang grabbed a piece of crispy rice, sandwiched some stir-fried pepper meat in it, took a bite, and felt immensely satisfied.