Spoiled By My Ex-Fiance's Uncle

Fu Shiyan was taken aback by the question, as he often found himself unable to catch up with An Yan’s remarks.

Clearing his throat, he said earnestly, "Each has its own merits, it all depends on personal preference."

With a giggle, An Yan moved a small step closer to him, her lotus arm lightly touching the man’s sleeve-clad arm, "The key is, I’m not the one who gets to decide this!"

Despite his stoic expression in the face of the girl’s flirting, Fu Shiyan felt a tinge of pleasure in his heart.

Bai Qinghan leaned in, "Brother Yan, I want the sweet and sour flavor. An Yan, I’m telling you, Brother Yan’s cooking skills are good enough to start a restaurant on the spot."

Curious, An Yan asked, "Is it that delicious?"

Fu Shiyan explained, "Stir-fried with sour bamboo shoots, fermented black beans, chilies, and minced garlic, the sour, sweet, salty, spicy, and aromatic flavors are perfectly blended into the roasted fish—it’s very flavorful."

An Yan nodded, her smile growing, "Then I’ll have both the spicy and the sweet and sour flavors, only by tasting both can I achieve perfection. Younger Uncle, make sure you grill with effort."

The word ’effort’ was emphasized with a heavy tone, deepening the color in Fu Shiyan’s eyes as he looked towards her.

An Yan, still with an innocent look, spoke words that tickled the heartstrings.