signingbooks Chapter 77 Conquering the Su Family
Chapter 77 Conquering the Su Family
Soon, the car stopped in the villa area.
The door to his villa was ajar, and the light from the crystal chandelier shone through the crack.
The outside lights were on all the time, illuminating the ground as if it were daytime.
Su Qingxue carried the rather plain casserole and led Su Yanrui inside.
In the living room, Su Qingxue's mother, Wei Shuyun, was sitting on a leather sofa, with Su Qingjiang and Xiang Jiayu sitting next to her.
Xiang Jiayu's makeup was still on, indicating that she had come straight here after attending the banquet.
The three of them were talking in the living room.
As soon as the two people went inside.
Wei Shuyun immediately stood up to greet the little guy, and Su Qingjiang and Xiang Jiayu also stood up, their eyes falling on their son.
Wei Shuyun pulled Sun Yanrui into her arms, patted his head, and then touched her small hand, her eyes full of concern as she asked.
"How was it? Did you have fun going out with your aunt today? Did you listen to your aunt?"
"happy!"
Children may lie, but they can't hide their emotions. Su Yuanrui looks very happy, which means he's having a great time.
He said, counting on his chubby fingers.
"I played on the slide, the carousel, and the frisbee with Youyou, and we also ate a really delicious meal made by Youyou's dad!"
Su Qingjiang walked over, squatted down, and looked at his son at eye level. His tone was still indifferent, but one could still read a hint of expectation in his voice.
"My aunt told me you were especially good today, you ate so much food."
Su Yuanrui raised his head and nodded vigorously.
"I ate! I ate spinach, carrots, shrimp, and green flowers."
Xiang Jiayu covered her mouth in surprise. Hearing these words from her son made her happier than watching the video.
"Really, baby? There's not a single bit left?"
"There's nothing left."
Su Yuanrui said without hesitation, while gently patting his still round belly and saying with some regret.
"My tummy is so big, there's so much food!"
The whole family was stunned for a moment, then burst into light laughter.
It's a miracle that this stubborn guy admitted he left the vegetables because he couldn't eat any more, rather than because they were unpalatable.
"That's great, my son is such a little man, he overcame such a big difficulty."
Su Qingjiang, unusually, gently rubbed his son's hair, a faint smile curving his lips, before turning his gaze to Su Qingxue beside him.
"Looks like you've done a great job today."
Su Qingxue put down the casserole in her hand. She dared not take credit for it and waved her hand with a smile.
"Mom, brother, sister-in-law, this isn't my doing. It's my senior brother who cooked this. I don't know why, but his cooking is exceptionally delicious, and Rui Rui really appreciates it."
As she spoke, she lifted the lid of the casserole in front of everyone.
Regardless, she tried her best to make Chen Yuan leave a good impression on her mother.
"He also cooked a pot of porridge, which we ate for dinner with some vegetarian dishes. He said it was to calm the nerves and asked me to bring it back for you to try."
"They say it can help with sleep. My sister-in-law and mom have always had trouble sleeping, right? After drinking this porridge, they'll definitely get a good night's sleep tonight."
As the lid was lifted, a rich aroma of rice instantly filled the spacious living room.
The flavor wasn't as bland and subtle as ordinary rice porridge.
Instead, it carries a unique, mellow aroma that comes from long-term simmering, and even just smelling this aroma can soothe restless nerves.
Su Qingjiang paused, his hand, which was about to reach for the documents, in his tracks.
He sniffed the aroma in the air, his brow furrowing slightly. Although the smell was indeed pleasant, he didn't believe that this pot of millet porridge could calm his nerves.
"Calming the nerves? Qingxue, I didn't expect a college student like you to believe in this."
"Insomnia is caused by neurasthenia. If drinking porridge could solve it, hospitals would have closed down long ago. Why would anyone bother getting sleeping pills?"
His tone carried the typical disdain of elitists and rationalists.
at the same time.
Su Qingjiang's initial goodwill towards this chef he had never met gradually disappeared.
It seems like it was all because of that 1 yuan.
In his view, this was nothing more than auspicious words spoken by ordinary people to please wealthy employers. Millet porridge is just millet porridge; what medicinal effects could it possibly have?
If that's true, it's likely that sleeping pills were put in the rice porridge.
Wei Shuyun also frowned slightly. Although she didn't say anything, her eyes also revealed a hint of indifference.
Her insomnia is a chronic problem.
Since I got money, I've tried all sorts of supplements, eating different kinds every day, but I haven't seen any results.
How much of an effect can such an ordinary bowl of millet porridge have?
The only one who showed support, Xiang Jiayu, sniffed and loudly cheered.
"It smells so good! This smells much better than the millet porridge I used to have. I think it should be effective, right?"
"What's the use of incense?"
Su Qingjiang straightened his cuffs and said in a cold tone.
"Alright, Qingxue, we appreciate your friend's kindness. It's good to eat something light tonight, but don't expect it to cure your insomnia."
"A perfectly good cook shouldn't be trying to sell health supplements."
Su Qingxue wasn't angry. She simply asked someone to bring over a bowl, filled it up, and handed it to her mother first.
"Brother, Mom, would you two like to try it first? He specially made this for you, and even Rui Rui, who is so picky, drank two bowls."
Su Yuanrui added from the side.
"Dad, this porridge is especially delicious, it's golden in color."
As he spoke, Su Yuanrui took a bowl and ran happily to Su Qingjiang, holding the bowl in both hands with bright eyes.
"Dad, try this! It's delicious!"
Su Qingjiang reluctantly accepted the bowl.
He originally intended to just take a sip and put it down, to save face for his sister and son.
However, the moment the porcelain spoon touched her lips...
An extremely rich grain aroma slid down the tip of the tongue.
Su Qingjiang's pupils suddenly contracted sharply.
"This porridge..."
It's so smooth!
Upon closer inspection, it has no rough texture like rice grains at all; the rice oil is thick and has a particularly beautiful color, like molten gold.
Not only does it look good, but it tastes even better.
The aroma wasn't just on the surface; it enveloped every single grain of rice.
The moment it enters the mouth, it bursts open, then slides down the throat, along the esophagus into the stomach, where it instantly becomes warm and cozy.
Besides.
A strange feeling of relaxation spread from my stomach, and my body, which had been tense from dealing with company affairs, unconsciously relaxed a bit.
Even the jumbled thoughts in my mind were melted away by the warm porridge.
"This porridge is so delicious."
Before Su Qingjiang could even utter a sigh, his hand holding the spoon froze in mid-air, his movement of putting it down abruptly halted.
The second spoonful was scooped out even more urgently than before.
As the second and third bites entered the stomach.
He felt as if he were soaking in a hot spring, his whole body felt incredibly comfortable.
"this……"
"Where did this rice come from? It smells so good!"
"Qingxue, ask your senior brother if this rice is for sale. Let's buy some too."