Chapter 112 - You Guys Can’t Drink It

Cheng Xiuqin heard their conversation and chimed in, “Tomatoes are really good, but I love this celery tofu more. Crispy, fragrant celery with tender, silky soft tofu pairs together wonderfully.”

Needless to say, Su Yayan knew what her mother wanted to hear, so with smiley eyes, she naturally continued, “Tofu is good for digestion. Mum, you’ve been having indigestion lately, so this is just right for you.”

Cheng Xiuqin’s eyes glimmered with joy as she nodded with conviction. “I’ll eat more of this then.”

Mr. Su was not too far behind as he contributed to the conversation. “I like beef. Previously, when Aunt Li cooked beef, it was often a bit too dry, but this time around, the beef was juicy and it had a bit of odd sweetness to it. It isn’t greasy at all.”n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om

“That’s because I added tangerine peels in it. The tanginess of tangerine peels cuts through the greasiness. I know how you don’t like your beef dry, dad, so it’s all cooked medium-well.”

When Mr. Su heard what Su Yayan said, red little hearts bubbled up from the bottom of his heart. Why else daughters considered their fathers as their first love? She actually remembered that he did not like his beef dry.

That attentiveness was what made a solemn, strict head of the household melt into a puddle of goo.

In comparison with his heart’s first love, this son of his seemed extra annoying. ‘Eww, can I disown him?’

Su Yuxuan who had made his dad upset without doing anything received a death glare from his daddy dearest. Poor sad little Yuxuan mumbled, “I like fish, I’ll eat fish, eat fish.”

Without even thinking much, Cheng Xiuqin subconsciously replied to Su Yuxuan, “Good, eat more so your brain can grow more.”

“…” This is too much! Don’t think I didn’t recognize the mocking tone in your voice to say that I have a dumb brain! Why must I, a valedictorian in university be humiliated like this? I refuse to accept this!

Poor Eldest Son of the Su family. Today, like any other day was a day of being teased by his family.

Everyone was about 70% full after eating the few dishes, so they shifted their gaze towards the two pots of soup.

Mr. Su, a seafood lover, reached out for the ladle to help himself when he saw the small pot of Ginseng Abalone soup.

Su Yayan lifted her head, saw this, and was quick to stop him. “Dad, this is for Aunt Qin. if you want soup, drink from the grandpa’s pot.”

Everyone else’s gaze turned toward them after Su Yayan’s statement. Qin Xueru blinked in confusion and with shock written over her entire face, she asked, “This is for me?”

Cheng Xiuqin jumped on the wagon and asked, “This soup… We can’t drink it?”

“If you guys really wanna drink, I won’t stop you, but when the time comes and you feel like you can’t give me a younger sister or brother, don’t blame it on me then.”

“What? This is… Is…” Everyone present was flabbergasted and gave a piercing but meaningful glance at Su Yayan as they assumed that the soup before them had ‘special properties’.

“What are you thinking? It’s to nourish only, nothing else.” Su Yayan rolled her eyes. Technically speaking, it does work like that, but…

“Aunt Qin’s body needs extra TLC so she needs some potent soup to make sure her stats are back to normal. The two of you are healthy, so if you continue inhaling nourishment and become too heaty, isn’t that looking for trouble?”

People that had heard her lowered their gaze in shame, especially Qin Xueru.

Why does it feel like this soup is laced with an ambiguous air of a certain something? She did not dare to drink it alone in front of everyone else.