My husband is cold and heartless, we are reborn and divorced

I thought Fu Yan would be angry, but I didn't expect him to look even calmer than before.

After Jiang Wan finished eating, Fu Yan still did not leave, but just sat beside her and drank tea.

She didn't say anything, just did what she was supposed to do, leaning back in the pearwood chair and reading the book leisurely.

After spending the lunch like this, Fu Yan had to go out to handle official business.

Jiang Wan was the only one left in the room, and she was happy and at ease. Just now, when Fu Yan was beside her, she couldn't concentrate at all.

In the evening, Jiang Wan did not go to greet the old lady and Li for three meals a day like he did in his previous life.

I just started my own kitchen in Wutong Yard.

Jiang Wan asked someone to call the cook over.

This was the first time the cook met his new wife.

People like them who stayed in the smoky place for a long time were rarely called to the front hall by their master.

As soon as he was led in, he saw Jiang Wan sitting on a small pear blossom mahogany chair, with several maids and old women serving beside him.

She was not sitting upright, leaning against the armrest of the chair, reading a book.

Looking closely, I saw that her hair was covered with dark clouds, her face was full of almond-shaped cheeks, and she had a calm and faint smile on her face.

The slender waist seems boneless.

It really looks like the crabapple blossoms in the sun. This scene is like a painting, making people unable to take their eyes away.

"Hello, Madam." The cook came in and bowed.

Jiang Wan first raised his eyes, then casually placed the book on the table next to him.

"I asked Master Cheng to come here today because I want him to make a dish for me."

Master Cheng was flattered to be addressed by Jiang Wan, "Madam, please be assured."

"I want to eat a spicy hot pot."

Master Cheng lowered his head, quietly waiting for her next words.

"The ingredients include ginger, garlic, dried chili peppers, chili peppers, Sichuan peppercorns, bay leaves, star anise..." Jiang Wan briefly explained, "Master Cheng can take care of the rest if you need it."

Jiang Wan continued: "Add ingredients, fresh meat, fresh tripe, and other things like duck blood..."

Master Cheng was a little surprised. A daughter of a big family like his wife should not have been exposed to these things since childhood, let alone expressing her thoughts like this.

Jiang Wan thought that she couldn't tell him every detail. As a young lady who grew up in a boudoir and had never been involved in housework, if she told him everything and acted like she knew a lot, she would probably be suspected.

But just what Jiang Wan said was enough to shock Master Cheng.

"Okay, Madam, rest assured, I will definitely live up to your expectations."

Master Cheng went down and carefully studied what Jiang Wan had just said.

In fact, such dishes are not difficult to make, especially for someone like Chef Cheng who makes various complicated dishes every day.

The moment Jiang Wan said that, I already knew what I should do.

Jiang Wan was not idle while waiting, after all, he had already decided to open his own restaurant in Shangjing.

It is also necessary to understand what we eat now.

In my previous life, I had been the mistress for more than ten years, and I was the one who prepared all the banquets at home.

I know a lot about the dishes, but I don't know about the folk snacks.

At the beginning, the restaurant had not yet gained popularity, so it had to take a people-friendly approach, and the voice of the people was the most authoritative.

If one noble person says something is delicious, not everyone will try it. But if a thousand people say it is delicious, many of them will definitely try it even if they are not of high status.

Let’s see if something that a thousand people think is delicious is really that delicious.

Moreover, the food consumed by the common people is not like the popular food among the nobles, whose ingredients are expensive and whose cooking methods are hard to come by.

The main feature is a simple, cheap but delicious dish.

Jiang Wan thought that maybe he could improve their folk snacks a little bit, and add some modern snacks, maybe he could make something different.

Jiang Wan was watching intently when she heard the maid outside say that the master had returned.

"Sir..."

Jiang Wan never thought that Fu Yan would come tonight.

He stood up suddenly.

The book was still in his hand.

Now that the weather outside had turned cold at night, Fu Yan put on a thin silk cloak with a silver willow branch pattern.

He has a tall and sturdy figure, and a handsome and elegant face. Even when he wears plain clothes, no one can match him.

Jiang Wan felt somewhat fortunate that he was indeed Fu Yan's bootlicker in his previous life.

But fortunately, the person he licked was not some ugly, short, poor or ugly person.

This is Duke Fu, the most powerful nobleman in the capital, and he is very handsome.

He has a noble status and impeccable character, his only shortcoming is that he is a little cold.

"What are you reading?" Fu Yan was also a book lover. Seeing Jiang Wan reading the same book from morning to afternoon, he became curious. While letting the maid serving beside him take off his cloak, he asked Jiang Wan.

"It's just a book to kill time when you're bored. It can't compare to what you read, which are all profound books."

Fu Yan walked over to Jiang Wan and sat down. "Madam, you are wrong. Leisure books can relax people and help them see more things that they don't usually notice. Since they are all books, there are things for people to learn."

"So if I read a love story about a spoiled young lady and a poor scholar running away, can I learn from it?"

"If you think Miss Jiao is courageous, you can learn from her courage. If you think Miss Jiao's choice is not correct, you can take it as a warning, learn from the past and restrain yourself."

Jiang Wan glanced at Fu Yan and nodded slightly.

The dishes were served at this time.

Jiang Wan didn't need to ask, she knew that Fu Yan came at this time, of course he wanted to eat.

The two of them came to the table and started with some light side dishes.

Fu Yan frowned when he saw this. Jiang Wan was so thin, why was he still eating such a vegetarian diet?

A group of people came in later and served another big dish.

Fu Yan looked at the fiery red noodle soup, and his handsome brows furrowed even deeper.

"This is?"

Jiang Wan explained, "This is spicy hot pot. I asked Chef Cheng to make it for me. I forgot that Master doesn't eat spicy food. Why don't I ask the chef to make a few lighter dishes..."

Before Jiang Wan had even finished uttering the last word, he was already shocked as he wondered why he had subconsciously wanted to serve Fu Yan again.

Now he is his own dining companion. If the food is not satisfactory, he can just leave or ask the servants to make it again.

Why am I worrying about this?

Sure enough, after being suppressed for more than ten years, I have almost become accustomed to it.

When I saw Fu Yan frowning, I wondered if I had done something wrong.

This is not a good habit and must be corrected as soon as possible.

Fu Yan shook his head, "No need."

"Okay." Jiang Wan picked up the chopsticks and picked up the food again. "Aren't there a lot of light side dishes prepared? Chef Cheng is really thoughtful."

The servants serving nearby were all frightened. The lady knew very well that the master did not eat spicy food, yet the only main dish on the table was that bright red dish.

The master said there was no need to prepare anything else, but the lady actually didn't care and implied that the master should just eat the vegetarian dishes.

This scene made them drop their jaws.

The lady actually picked up the food before the master!

It is a taboo in every household for a woman to pick up food before her husband. In families with stricter rules, a woman even has to wait on her husband until he finishes his meal before she can sit down and eat the leftovers.

Madam, did you forget or did you do it on purpose...

They didn't dare to speculate any further.

I thought the master would throw his chopsticks in anger.

I never thought that this gentleman was really as calm and composed as the rumors said.

Even though the lady did this, she didn't frown at all.

Jiang Wan hasn't eaten this for more than ten years. He had forgotten about it before, but now he is craving for it.

The chopsticks were the first to pick up a handful of fresh tripe.

It is filled with juice and the spicy smell goes straight into your nose.

I couldn't help but put it in my mouth in one bite.