Fu Nanshan shot Fu Wenzi a look.
Fu Wenzi hurriedly covered his mouth. "Fine, stop cursing. I won't say anything else, okay?"
Qin Yan looked at her Younger Uncle's face, then at her third uncle.
Her head was full of question marks. How could her third uncle tell that her Younger Uncle was cursing?
He clearly hadn't said anything.
The little one's expression was so easy to read that Fu Wenzi felt a little smug.
"In our family, only I and... can read his microexpressions."
Actually, Little Qing Huan could too, but after glancing at the little one's big, watery eyes, he left that name unsaid.
"Because of some things that happened, your Younger Uncle doesn't like talking. For a while, he even became a little withdrawn and only liked reading scriptures and things like that.
"During that time, I was the only one at home playing with him. Gradually, I learned to understand some of his expressions and what he wanted to say with his eyes. He doesn't like talking, so I have to say what he wants to express. He's so lazy."
Of course, the one who had actually spent the most time with his youngest brother was Little Qing Huan.
Although Fu Wenzi complained, Qin Yan felt that her third uncle and Younger Uncle were very close.
As they talked, the beggar's chicken was almost ready.
He took out the chicken wrapped in mud.
The mud, which had originally been damp, had hardened after being baked at high heat.
Fu Wenzi cracked the mud casing open and carefully peeled back the lotus leaves. A rich aroma immediately spread out.
Tiny Qin Yan crouched beside her third uncle, almost drooling with longing.
Fu Wenzi looked smug. "Smells good, doesn't it? Roast meat and beggar's chicken are what I