Chapter 171 - Precious Spirit Rice

Qi Zhenbai said that the Zhu family was busy, but there actually wasn’t anything going on; it was just Qi Zhenbai’s selfish desire to spend the night alone with his woman.

Zhu Bocheng also felt obligated not to disturb the two. For the sake of the two bags of spirit rice Sister Shuyan gave him, he had to start being a good person and not be a third wheel who got in the way of their relationship.

At the Zhu family’s house, Zhu Bocheng received the bag of spirit rice at noon the next day and felt that he had been quite conscientious yesterday.

Unfortunately, before he could open the bag to see what the spirit rice looked like –

His parents rushed over and snatched the bag of spirit rice from his hands.

Mother Zhu even directly transformed into Hercules and didn’t feel that the bag of spirit rice was heavy at all. When she opened it, her movements were extremely careful, and she was afraid that even one grain would fall out. If even one grain really fell out, she would be pained.

In Mother Zhu’s eyes, this wasn’t rice but a divine pill or miracle medicine. The thought that this spirit rice could cure her mother’s terminal illness simply made it more precious than a treasure in her eyes.

Father Zhu was also thrilled to learn of its value from Mother Zhu. Back when Mother Zhu told him that his mother-in-law’s terminal illness was cured by eating this bag of rice, Father Zhu didn’t believe it at first.

Only when he went to see his mother-in-law that night and confirmed that her face was rosy, and the hospital released a report that his mother-in-law had really recovered, did the worldview which he had been upholding for decades collapse.

So, just like Mother Zhu, this spirit rice was also good stuff on par with divine pills and miracle medicine in Father Zhu’s eyes. Even a terminal illness could be cured, so one could imagine how much it would overflow from the body. Thinking this, Father Zhu became more and more excited. If the spirit rice wasn’t in front of him, he itched to dig out of his son’s mouth the origin of this spirit rice.

Zhu Bocheng was incredulous as he looked at his mother and father’s excited behavior; thinking of the benefits of this bag of spirit rice, however, he was deeply moved.

He felt that the reason he was calmer than his parents was definitely because he had been with Sister Shuyan long enough to become numb to the knowledge.

Mother Zhu hurriedly said, “Okay, I’ll use this treasure to cook some porridge for you and your son to have a taste first!”

Father Zhu was thrilled. “Hurry and go! Hurry and go!”

Zhu Bocheng: …

Zhu Bocheng thought he had already seen all of his parents’ exaggerated reactions, but when he went to the kitchen to wash his hands, he saw his mother take out a small handful of spirit rice from the bag and put it in the rice cooker. It didn’t even fill the bottom; how could she make porridge for them?

Zhu Bocheng couldn’t help but say, “Mom, put more. I don’t want to drink rice soup and not get a single rice grain after all that!”

Who would have thought that Mother Zhu would immediately give him a disdainful look and throw him out of the kitchen? Zhu Bocheng was so aggrieved that he told his father about it in the living room.

Unexpectedly, Father Zhu and Mother Zhu’s reactions were similar. “What rice are you fishing for? It’s already good enough that you can drink rice soup!”

Zhu Bocheng:?…Why does it suddenly feel like I’ve returned to the age of a famine?!

Was it okay for his parents to act like “bumpkins entering the city”?

Spirit rice was indeed different from ordinary rice. The fragrance of the rice alone overflowed and lingered. Father Zhu and Zhu Bocheng both enjoyed the smell.

“This is indeed good stuff!” Father Zhu exclaimed.

When Mother Zhu came out with the pot, her face full of expectation, Zhu Bocheng couldn’t help but stir with the soup ladle for a long time. There was simply too little rice. Did his family have to act so poor?

Mother Zhu slapped the boy’s hand away and filled a bowl for the father and son and herself. The family of three drank plain porridge in a very comfortable way.

Although Father Zhu was an unscrupulous businessman, he was very filial and took the initiative to say to Mother Zhu, “Pour half the bag of spirit rice out and let Chengcheng this rascal take it to his grandparents’ house later.”

Zhu Bocheng replied, “Got it, Dad!”

“Brat, drive carefully. Don’t let me know that you dropped even one grain; even if you do, we’ll beat you up!” Father and Mother Zhu said in unison.