Transmigrated as the Stepmother of a Rebellious Heir-Chapter 57 - 46 Fireworks_3

Chapter 57: Chapter 46: Fireworks_3

Chapter 57 -46: Fireworks_3

He swallowed, “Is it really that good?”

Shu Wan leisurely took a bite of rice noodles and passed him a lifeline, just as Fu Yang had hoped, “It’s delicious, do you want to try some?”

“Ahem,” Fu Yang cleared his throat, “I never eat from these street stalls, but since you invited me, I might as well give it a try.”

Speaking, Fu Yang went directly to the counter to order, and within a short while, he came back with a heap of food.

The previously spacious table immediately became crowded.

Feeling as hungry as if he could eat a cow, and having never tried these foods before, Fu Yang ordered a large amount of food.

Fu Yang sat down, and the first to be graced was the beef noodles.

One spoonful of the steaming hot noodles went down, and Fu Yang satisfyingly squinted his eyes, “This taste,”

He was about to say it was delicious, but after glancing at Shu Wan, he quickly changed to, “It’s passable.”

Shu Wan slightly smiled and didn’t reply; she eyed the fried balls next to Fu Yang’s hand and picked one up with her chopsticks.

Before she could pull back her chopsticks, Fu Yang intercepted halfway, still chewing beef noodles, his speech was somewhat muffled, “What are you doing?

I ordered this.”

“Do you have any money?

Don’t I still have to pay for it?”

Fu Yang was about to say he had money, but then he quickly remembered that Shu Wan had limited his pocket money, and even a beggar on the street had more money than him.

Fu Yang removed his chopsticks and snorted coldly, “Your money is still given by my dad, so it’s all technically my money.

Don’t get cocky.”

Shu Wan ignored him and ate a ball.

Honestly speaking, it was quite greasy, but the taste was pretty good, worth a try.

After eating the fried ball, Shu Wan took an interest in the grilled sausage in front of Fu Yang.

She had just stretched her chopsticks toward it when Fu Yang moved the bowl away, “Hey, hey, hey, there’s only one, what will I eat if you take it?”

“You ordered so much and can’t finish it, we can share.” freeweɓnovēl.coɱ

“Why are you like this.” Fu Yang was dissatisfied, but considering that today was a bit special and Shu Wan had somewhat saved his life, Fu Yang chose to compromise.

Reluctantly, he split the grilled sausage in two with his chopsticks and handed the smaller piece to Shu Wan, “Here, don’t snatch mine anymore.”

Shu Wan acted as if she hadn’t heard and took a bite of the sausage.

Hmm, delicious.

Shu Wan was curious about all kinds of snacks, and Fu Yang’s resistance was utterly ineffective.

The heap of food he bought, Shu Wan nearly took half of everything.

So, as they continued eating, Fu Yang was often still munching on one snack, scrambling to snatch another from Shu Wan’s hands.

“Hey!

Shu Wan, you’re overdoing it!

There’s only one, and you’re snatching it again!”

“This one isn’t tasty, trust me, just put it down!”

“I’m going to be infuriated by you, is your stomach a bottomless pit?

How can you eat so much.”

…

The moonlight was gentle, and the street lamps cast a yellow glow, unidentified insects fluttered in the dim light.

A slow breeze blew, stirring the leaves, and the spotty light patterns shakily landed on the shoulders of the two under the trees.

The sounds of their bickering combined with the street food’s bustling atmosphere gradually rose, passing over the treetops and antennas, eventually blending into the night.

Perhaps because the food they fought over tasted better, even a self-disciplined person like Shu Wan ate a bit more, not to mention Fu Yang.

Once they got into the car, he lay straight down on the couch, usually eager to argue with Shu Wan, but now he was much quieter.

Shu Wan glanced at him, “Are you not feeling well?”

“No,” Fu Yang immediately denied.

Shu Wan walked over, didn’t continue questioning Fu Yang, and instead directly pulled him up and pressed a few points on his back.

Miraculously, Fu Yang immediately felt much better.

He looked at Shu Wan awkwardly, struggled for a long time but could not muster the word “thanks.”

In the end, Fu Yang poured himself a glass of water, then lifted the teapot’s lid to check, “Seems like there’s a bit left, you drink it.”

Saying this, Fu Yang also poured a cup for Shu Wan and pushed it towards her.

The warmth in Shu Wan’s eyes appeared quite natural as she uttered, “Thanks.”

Fu Yang got even more awkward, placed the tea aside, “Don’t mention it, it’s just a small gesture.

I’m so tired, I need to sleep a bit.”

Saying this, Fu Yang immediately lay down on the couch and closed his eyes, as if falling asleep instantly.

Shu Wan glanced at him, smiled, and shook her head, not saying anything more.

She drank a sip of water, then took out her phone, edited the photos from their meal, and uploaded them to a short video website.