C5 What Mrs Zhou Needs to Do

The next morning, just as the sun rose in the east, Liang Jia was woken up by the alarm clock.

Looking at the "hangover-cure soup" written on the note, she could not help sighing and shaking her head helplessly.

Liang Jia got up to wash up and then quietly entered the kitchen.

Ginger and Gegen washed and cut, boiled and then put in vinegar and red sugar. When she was doing this, Liang Jia thought of the two words "virtuous" Zhou Xingchen said last night and felt that she really agreed with this adjective.

However, luckily he said this last night and Mother Zhou gave up on asking. She only lightly waved her hand to let them go up and rest. At the same time, she also instructed her to get up early the next day to make medicinal hangover-cure soups.

Breakfast and medicinal hangover-cure soups were brought to the table together. Zhou Xingchen and Liang Wenrui were already neatly dressed and waiting by the long table.

Liang Jia placed the fried eggs and toast in front of the two of them and set the tableware. Zhou Xingchen was just about to start eating when he suddenly smelled the surroundings. He frowned and pointed at the bowl of brown liquid in front of her, "What kind of strange smell is this? What is this?"

"hangover-cure soup." In the Zhou family, Liang Jia always answered every question. She tested the temperature of the porcelain bowl, then carefully brought it in front of him and said, "You will feel more comfortable after drinking it."

"Let me drink this?" Zhou Xingchen looked at the ginger powder floating beside the bowl in disgust. "I'm already awake. I don't need to drink medicinal hangover-cure soups."

"If she asks you to drink medicinal hangover-cure soups, drink it." Liang Wenrui, who had not spoken before, said. She even pushed the bowl in front of her son, "Little Jia got up early in the morning and made it for you - Didn't you have a headache when you drank before? Drinking hangover-cure soups is always good. "

Since his mother had ordered him, Zhou Xingchen could not disobey.

"What a busybody." He could not be angry with his mother, so he could only glance at Liang Jia unhappily. Then he picked up the bowl and took a sip.

The medicinal hangover-cure soup had just been drunk, and that spicy, sour, and sweet taste spread out in his taste buds. It was impossible to describe that kind of feeling.

Zhou Xingchen tightly shut his lips and slowly swallowed it. His pretty brows slightly furrowed.

"What's wrong?" Liang Wenrui had been observing her son's actions. At this moment, she naturally noticed her son's strange expression.

Zhou Xingchen knitted his brows and pulled a napkin to wipe his mouth. He took the milk from the table and took a sip. Then he answered directly, "It's too bad."

Liang Jia was a little uneasy.

No matter who was at fault in this situation, Mother Zhou would blame her immediately.

She tried to use science to persuade the two of them and said, "It's normal for medicinal hangover-cure soups to be bad."

"I think you should go and improve your culinary skills, right?" Before Liang Jia could finish speaking, Liang Wenrui coldly interrupted her and said, "Don't you have not cooked for too long and your culinary skills have deteriorated?"

It was that familiar stern expression again.

For so many years, Liang Jia had already developed a conditioned reflex. Although she did not necessarily agree in her heart, her body still uncontrollably trembled slightly, "I am not, Mom."

Liang Wenrui waved her hand, indicating that she did not want to hear her explanation. She thought for a moment and said calmly, "Looks like you still need to apply for a cooking class. Otherwise, how can Xingchen continue to eat in the future?"

"I..." Liang Jia still wanted to say something, but she really could not find the appropriate words.

In this house, Liang Wenrui had always been the queen. She did not seem to care whether she was right or wrong. The others could only obey.

The atmosphere on the table became a little dull.

"Mom, asking her to boil medicinal hangover-cure soups is indeed a bit of a waste of talent for her." Zhou Xingchen's expression was solemn. The unhappy expression disappeared, and he returned to his usual calmness of strategizing. "Cooking is the servant's job. How can you let Mrs. Zhou learn cooking?"

"Oh?" Liang Wenrui's attention was diverted by Zhou Xingchen's words. Zhou Xingchen rarely used the word "Mrs. Zhou." "Then according to what you said, what does Mrs. Zhou need to do?"

Zhou Xingchen cut the fried egg into small pieces and used a silver fork to put the last piece of egg white into his mouth. He glanced at the woman in front of him who did not know what to do and said indifferently, "Mrs. Zhou? Mrs. Zhou only needs to learn how to serve her husband in bed."

Zhou Xingchen's words were too direct. For a moment, Liang Wenrui and Liang Jia were stunned on the spot.

Zhou Xingchen actually dared to say such words in front of his mother? Liang Jia licked her lips and her face inexplicably burned. For a moment, she did not know where to look.

Zhou Xingchen, who caused this situation, did not notice at all. He wiped his mouth with a tissue and tidied his tie. Then, he went to the hall to change his shoes.

"I want to go to the company."