Fu Wenli was a good cook.
Ever since the incident, he had lived alone, so naturally, he cooked his own meals.
He had also learned to cook from the mess squad during his time in the military.
So now, his cooking was arguably the best among the brothers.
It was home cooking, but everyone enjoyed the meal.
Qin Yan rubbed her slightly bulging little tummy. She had eaten a bit too much.
"Come on, let's go out and walk off the food."
They would take a few laps first.
Fu Wenzi headed out for a stroll with the two adults and one child, along with the cats, dogs, and Crow.
Fubao stared resentfully at their retreating backs. Darn it! It could leave the water now, so why still couldn't it go out with its owner whenever and wherever it wanted?
Fu Wenli wore sunglasses and an ink-black long robe, which made his skin look even paler.
He looked sickly and unhealthy.
With the sunglasses on top of that, he seemed rather gloomy and unapproachable.
But he was still handsome-a sickly beauty!
Fu Nanshan was a man of few words. Dragged out this time without his baseball cap, he wore a white martial arts uniform. Although he wasn't in monk's robes, anyone could tell he was a proper monk.
As for Fu Wenzi, he was far too lively.
Walking through the town's alleys, he would eagerly approach even a dog or cat to say hello.
Let alone a person.
Anyone who didn't know better would have thought he had lived here for years.
He could strike up a conversation with anyone.
"Master Fu, you're back."
Fu Wenzi said, "That's right, my brother got back yesterday. Ma'am, sorry for all the trouble of looking after him. He might look unapproachable, but he