FWF Chapter 75 Mother-in-law Disdains? One Meal Makes Her Call Him a "Good Son-in-Law"
Chapter 75 Mother-in-law Disdains? One Meal Makes Her Call Him a "Good Son-in-Law"
"Want to try some salty?"
Li Yuehua's face was cold as she glanced at the steaming bowl of noodles.
She initially wanted to refuse outright, wanting to fiercely reject this gigolo's "sugar-coated bullets." As a pianist with extremely high standards of living, what delicacies hadn't she tasted? Did he really think he could bribe her with just a bowl of noodles?
joke.
But the smell was just too overpowering.
It wasn't the aroma created by simply piling on seasonings, but rather the rich, mellow flavor of an ingredient brought to its fullest potential. The thick broth was golden in color, with several plump prawns nestled beside chewy noodles, garnished with vibrant green bok choy, and even two perfectly cooked soft-boiled eggs.
The steam rose, carrying an irresistible, smoky aroma that went straight into her nose.
"Gurgle—"
My damn stomach let out another shameless groan.
This time, the sound was even louder than before.
Li Yuehua's face instantly turned a deep purplish-red. The embarrassment of being betrayed by her own physiological instincts made her wish she could disappear into a crack in the ground.
Seeing this, Su Qingge quickly smoothed things over, walked over, picked up the bowl, and handed it to her mother:
"Mom, please have a bite. You and Dad must not have been eating well these past few days because of the journey. Your health is the most important thing."
"Yes, Mom, if you get sick from getting angry, then it's your son-in-law's fault."
Lin Zhou readily offered a pair of sterilized chopsticks, his posture extremely humble, a simple and honest smile on his face that was impeccable:
"I simmered this noodle soup with an old hen and dried scallops for three hours; it's very good for the stomach. You should eat some; you'll have the energy... cough cough, the energy to lecture me, won't you?"
The steps are laid flat and stable.
Li Yuehua glanced at her daughter, then at her smiling son-in-law, and finally her gaze settled on the bowl of noodles that was still steaming.
The psychological defenses finally cracked a little.
"Alright."
She took the chopsticks, still maintaining her airs, her tone strained:
"Since it's already done, throwing it away would be a waste. I'll just have a bite, but let me make this clear: don't think that a bowl of noodles will change my opinion of you."
"Yes, yes, please, please." Lin Zhou nodded and bowed.
Li Yuehua sat down gracefully, picked up a small strand of noodles with her chopsticks, and put it in her mouth.
Originally, I just wanted to get by and even had prepared some complaints—such as "too salty", "the noodles are too hard" and "the soup is too oily".
however.
The instant the noodles touch the tip of your tongue.
Li Yuehua's pupils suddenly contracted.
fresh!
The freshest of all!
The rich broth explodes in your mouth, the noodles are smooth and chewy with a subtle wheat aroma, mixed with the sweetness of seafood, it's like a symphony playing on your taste buds.
Her tightly pursed lips involuntarily relaxed.
All the "picky vocabulary" I had prepared was swept away by this mouthful of noodle soup.
Swallowing it down, the warm liquid slid down my esophagus into my stomach, instantly soothing the spasms caused by hunger, making me feel so comfortable that I wanted to sigh.
Followed by.
Under the shocked gazes of Su Qingge and Su Zhentian.
Ms. Li Yuehua, who usually eats only until she is 70% full and is particular about chewing slowly, suddenly started eating faster with her chopsticks.
One bite, two bites, three bites...
There was no speaking, no commenting, only the increasingly loud slurping sound.
What was originally agreed upon as "just one bite" turned into "I couldn't stop eating."
Less than five minutes.
That huge bowl of "Supreme Seafood Noodles," including the soup, noodles, and even the two soft-boiled eggs, was completely devoured.
"call……"
Li Yuehua put down the empty bowl and let out a satisfied sigh.
Only then did she realize her lapse in composure. Looking at the gleaming bottom of the bowl in front of her, and then at the several pairs of staring eyes around her, her face instantly turned red.
"Cough cough."
She picked up a tissue to wipe her mouth, trying to regain her aloof persona, but her rosy complexion and relaxed eyes couldn't be hidden.
"This side..."
Li Yuehua paused, then looked at Lin Zhou with a complicated expression:
"Did you do this?"
"Yes, Mom. Is it to your liking?" Lin Zhou quickly handed over a glass of warm water.
"……good."
Li Yuehua took the water, and although she still wouldn't let go of her words, the sharpness in her tone had mostly disappeared:
"It's slightly better than the seafood pasta I had at that Michelin three-star restaurant in Vienna... by a tiny bit."
"The broth is well-made, and the noodles are cooked to perfection. It seems you've really put in the effort in the kitchen these past seven years."
For the discerning Li Yuehua to say "not bad" is even more valuable than winning a Golden Melody Award.
Su Qingge breathed a sigh of relief and secretly gave Lin Zhou a thumbs up.
Lin Zhou understood immediately and seized the opportunity, smiling broadly.
"Mom, you flatter me! As long as you like it, I'll cook it for you every day from now on! I'm good at everything, from Buddha Jumps Over the Wall to boiled cabbage in clear broth and Wensi Tofu! I guarantee I'll make sure you and Dad are well-fed and healthy!"
"Who needs you to support me? I have a pension."
Li Yuehua rolled her eyes at him, but the corners of her mouth couldn't help but turn up slightly.
As the saying goes, "He who eats another's food is bound to him."
When your stomach is well taken care of, you'll find people much more agreeable.
She looked at Lin Zhou again. Although she still felt that this son-in-law was not very promising, at least... he was quite good-looking, and his skills were indeed impeccable.
"Alright, stop joking around."
Li Yuehua waved her hand and pointed to the sofa next to her, "Sit down, don't stand like a waiter."
Is this considered initial acceptance?
Lin Zhou was overjoyed.
Winning over your mother-in-law is a crucial step in elevating your status within the family!
He didn't sit down immediately, but turned around, picked up another cup of brewed Da Hong Pao tea, and presented it to his father-in-law, who hadn't said a word.
"Dad, please have some tea."
Lin Zhou said respectfully, "This is your favorite Da Hong Pao tea. I specially asked someone to make it for you. Please try it."
Su Zhentian remained aloof and observed the situation.
Seeing his wife "bribed" with just a bowl of noodles, he felt a little disappointed and frustrated.
"Hmph, women are so shallow."
The old professor muttered something to himself but didn't take the cup of tea.
He pushed up his glasses on the bridge of his nose, his gaze passing over the teacup and landing sharply on Lin Zhou.
That look was as if he were looking at a petty opportunist who was only good at petty tricks and unworthy of serious consideration.
"Lin Zhou."
Su Zhentian finally spoke, his voice steady, carrying both a scholarly air and a sense of authority:
"Cooking well is indeed a skill. But in our Su family, just being able to cook isn't enough."
"A man should have a broad mind, a grand vision, and above all, wisdom."
He slowly stood up, put his hands behind his back, and walked to the corner of the living room.
There was a huanghuali wood chessboard there, with black and white pieces interspersed on it, representing an unfinished game.
Su Zhentian pointed to the chessboard, turned around, and a glint of shrewdness flashed in his eyes behind his glasses:
"I heard you've been quite the star on the show lately? Composing couplets and telling stories."
"Come, play a game of chess with me."
"Let me see if your brain is just full of lard that only knows how to cook, or if you actually have something to offer."