In the era of fetal wear, she became the first socialite in Hong Kong

"Yan Yan, you can come and make some dumplings now." Zhang Yuan came out carrying a small bowl of mixed cabbage and fresh meat, and saw her husband standing by the door. She smiled and said, "The commander is back."

Li Quyi closed the door, took off his coat, and walked towards his wife with steady steps and a gentle tone: "Comrade Zhang, why did you suddenly want to make dumplings?"

"When distinguished guests arrive, we must always entertain them."

Li Quyi didn't even glance at Fu Ziyan out of the corner of his eye, only looking at his wife and saying, "It's just a child."

In their question-and-answer session, the tender affection between the couple after many years was evident. Fu Ziyan stood by the door, blinking slowly, always feeling like a third wheel, and not even a very noticeable one at that.

The thought only flashed through her mind for a moment before Fu Ziyan subconsciously took a step forward, only to see her uncle turn around and look at her along with her aunt.

Fu Ziyan remained expressionless, though a moment of bewilderment crossed her mind.

Did she just miss something?

No... right?

Li Quyi's gaze was calm, and his voice, tinged with a hint of amusement, greeted her: "Titi, come here."

Fu Ziyan nodded and followed her uncle to wash her hands. When she turned back, her aunt Zhang Yuan had already pulled out a chair for her at the dining table. She sat down and watched her uncle skillfully making dumplings. Only then did she suddenly realize that she didn't know how to make dumplings.

He could only hold the dumpling wrapper, looking at his aunt with hesitation and innocence, pleading for help.

Zhang Yuan smiled and let out a soft laugh.

Li Quyi frowned.

He was used to having a stern face, and although he tried to soften his facial expressions in front of his wife and niece, his seriousness was impossible to hide when he frowned.

"Titi is so big, and she still doesn't know how to make dumplings?"

Yunzhi spoils the child too much. No matter how wealthy the family is, they shouldn't spoil the child to the point of being lazy and physically disabled.

Fu Ziyan thought to herself, "Why is Uncle still so serious after such a long time apart?" But she didn't dare to pause for a moment and immediately explained with a serious expression, "Although I don't know how to make dumplings, I do know how to make wontons."

So don't scold me for this!

Li Quyi glanced at his little niece, gave a faint "hmm," neither saying good nor bad, and simply slowed down his movements to make it easier for Fu Ziyan to learn.

Miss Fu is so clever! She copied the cat and the tiger, and in just a few seconds she learned how to wrap dumplings. She proudly raised her neck.

Zhang Yuan smiled gently and praised her in a very cooperative manner: "Yan Yan is really amazing. She learned it so quickly. When I first learned it, I had to wrap several before it took a while to take shape."

Fu Ziyan grew up surrounded by encouragement and praise, and she accepted all compliments without any sense of shame.

Li Quyi glanced at his wife, but didn't expose her trick to coax the child. Although their youngest son's academic performance was so-so, he was quite good at hands-on activities; at five or six years old, he could make several different kinds of pastries.

Seeing his wife and niece looking at him, he nodded and smiled, saying, "Not bad."

Knowing that her uncle didn't mean to scold her, Fu Ziyan returned to normal, cheerfully sharing anecdotes and chatting about everything under the sun.

“I’ve seen a lot of changes in the capital since I came here. There are now several clothing and hat stalls on Xiushui Street, and there are many young people wearing printed shirts and sunglasses on the street.”

Although printed shirts are an eyesore, they're still more comfortable than the monotonous blue, green, and gray that's everywhere.

Of course, those printed shirts and sunglasses didn't quite suit Fu Ziyan's aesthetic, but that didn't stop her from noticing the pursuit and desire for beauty among young people in mainland China, and... the mainland clothing market was a vast blue ocean.

Speaking of this, Zhang Yuan's eyes twitched slightly. She also found the printed shirts and aviator sunglasses somewhat unbearable to look at. She really didn't understand what kind of aesthetic these young people had; wearing sunglasses even on a cloudy day, dressed like the sun as they strolled around on the street.

"Although young people like bright colors, they're too bright. I remember the other day Old Wu's granddaughter next door told me that the uncles on the street wearing printed shirts look like roosters."

After saying that, she glanced at Fu Ziyan and said with a satisfied expression, "Yan Yan is dressed very beautifully. Don't be like those people on the street who dress too brightly."

Fu Ziyan smiled, her eyes crinkling.

A rooster—that's such a vivid metaphor!

Children who haven't been confined by exam-oriented education are indeed very imaginative and expressive!

Li Quyi's hands moved without stopping, and he listened attentively with a gentle gaze. Before long, two large plates of plump dumplings covered with bamboo mats were placed on the table.

Perhaps because it was the result of her own hard work, Fu Ziyan found the plate of dumplings particularly appetizing.

Li Quyi's gaze swept across Fu Ziyan's face before he stood up and said, "Titi, come with me."

Fu Ziyan followed her uncle into the kitchen and watched as her uncle, a high-ranking official, personally cooked dumplings with smooth movements, while also teaching her some precautions.

"Add plenty of water so that the dumplings have room to move around."

Standing on one side of the kitchen, Zhang Yuan added with a smile, "You need to add a small spoonful of salt to the water so that the dumpling wrappers won't break and will be chewy."

"You can only put the dumplings in when the water is boiling." Li Quyi explained to Fu Ziyan in a low but gentle voice as he put the dumplings in, using the back of a strainer to push them along the edge of the pot. "This prevents the dumplings from sinking to the bottom and sticking to the pot."

Fu Ziyan listened intently with a serious expression, but she was already stunned.

My uncle not only knows how to cook dumplings, but he's also so skilled at it!

Despite her surprise, Fu Ziyan felt a sense of accomplishment as the plump dumplings floated to the surface and she watched them being carefully scooped up with a strainer and placed on a plate.

These are dumplings she made herself and watched cook!

Without letting his wife and niece help, Li Quyi placed the dumplings on the table before turning to Fu Ziyan and asking, "Well, did you learn the steps?"

Fu Ziyan nodded confidently, as if it were not difficult at all.

“You come from a privileged background, so you will never be allowed to work in the kitchen, but Titi,” Li Quyi said, looking at his little niece with a furrowed brow, “I hope you can remember that no matter how much wealth you have or how illustrious your future may be, you must always return to the little things in life, be down-to-earth, and never forget the peace and happiness of ordinary people.”

Fu Ziyan nodded earnestly: "I will remember."

Li Quyi smiled and nodded, then added casually, "Besides, it's still good to know a thing or two about basic life skills. Who knows what the future holds? What if?"

When he was a pampered young master of the Fu family, he never imagined that he would join the army under an assumed name after adulthood and never return home.

Zhang Yuan also laughed and said, "But you should just learn about this life skill. Don't think about cooking for your future partner or husband."

At this point, Li Quyi paused. He had almost forgotten that Titi was of marriageable age. The young girl was so good at being coquettish; he still felt she was a child.

“Ah Yuan is right, Titi will remember this: no one will let you cook for another man.” Li Quyi said seriously. Although he, as the uncle, hadn’t spent much time with Titi, the thought of his little niece cooking for another man in the future made Li Quyi frown.

Fu Ziyan laughed heartily: "Of course, I'm not stupid!"

Looking at his little niece's bright smile, Li Quyi felt that he was worrying unnecessarily. With Yunzhi's personality, how could he let Titi have an unreliable partner?

But what if?

Children will inevitably rebel as they grow up.

He needs to find an opportunity to have a good talk with Yunzhi about this Zi Tao wedding.

Fu Qiyuan, whom Li Quyi was keeping an eye on, was currently instructing Guan Zaizhou to prepare all the necessary items, as he was about to respond to the national call and head north to participate in economic construction talks.