When Mrs. Lu heard this, her lungs were about to explode with rage, and her fingers were trembling as she pointed at Shen Qiqi, "You little bitch, you married into our Lu family, and you still dare to talk back to me? Which wife doesn't get up before dawn to take care of the whole family? You are so spoiled that you sleep until noon!"

Shen Qiqi sneered and started to retort directly, "Serve? Do you think you are the old Buddha? I married into your family to live a good life, not to be a slave! Besides, I haven't eaten a grain of rice or drunk a sip of water from your family. Why should I serve you?" She got out of bed as she spoke, showing no mercy to Old Lady Lu.

Lu Qing was listening with sweat on his forehead. He wanted to persuade them but didn't dare to interrupt, so he could only complain inwardly.

Old Lady Lu was speechless after hearing what Shen Qiqi said. She was about to continue scolding when she suddenly noticed the red mark on the back of Shen Qiqi's neck. Her expression changed instantly. She pointed at Shen Qiqi and screamed, "You...what's wrong with your neck? In broad daylight, how can you be so shameless! Hurry and change your clothes!"

Shen Qiqi rolled her eyes in annoyance, thinking, this old lady is really a dramatic spirit, she changes her behavior every moment.

She reluctantly changed into a high-necked dress, with a thousand horses galloping through her heart.

As soon as I walked out of the room, I saw Old Mrs. Lu walking out of Xu Jing's room with her hands covering her forehead and a painful look on her face. She looked like she had been beaten up.

Shen Qiqi almost laughed out loud. It seemed that Xu Jing was not a pushover either. Was this old lady being punished by force?

"Ouch, my head!" Old Mrs. Lu covered her forehead and wailed with her hands grimacing.

Before Mrs. Lu finished her words, she saw her eldest son and second son coming over with food. It was a black lump, and it was impossible to tell what it was, which made people lose their appetite instantly.

Old Master Lu and Old Master Lu brought breakfast to the table. There were black dishes that looked as if they were fried with ash from the bottom of a pot, porridge that was so thin that you could see your reflection in it, and a dish of pickles that gave off an indescribable sour and smelly smell.

The Lu family looked at the table of "delicacies" and fell into collective silence, as if the air had frozen.

"That's it?" Shen Qiqi was the first to break the silence, poking the black thing with her chopsticks. "What is this? Dark cuisine?"

Old Lady Lu glared at her and said, "If you want to eat, eat. If you don't, get out! Why are you talking so much nonsense?"

Shen Qiqi shrugged, picked up a pickle, chewed it twice, and her expression was indescribable.

The pickles are so salty, like antiques that have been pickled for centuries. They are sour and astringent, making people question life.

At this time, a boiled egg rolled into Shen Qiqi's bowl.

She looked up and saw Lu Qing winking at her.

Shen Qiqi understood what she meant, peeled the egg without hesitation, and swallowed it in one gulp.

"Why does she have eggs to eat? We don't have any!" Lu Laoer's wife Li Xueping screamed with a sour tone.

Old Mrs. Lu rolled her eyes at her and said, "Old Third works a lot, so what's wrong with him eating an egg? If your husband is as hardworking as Old Third, I'll give him some too!"

Li Xueping didn't dare to say anything else, and could only glare at Shen Qiqi fiercely, as if she wanted to eat Shen Qiqi alive.

Shen Qiqi didn't bother to pay attention to her. After eating the eggs, she drank a mouthful of porridge and almost vomited it out.

This porridge is bland and tasteless, even harder to swallow than plain water.

Seeing this, Lu Qing quietly gave the eggs in his bowl to Shen Qiqi.

Shen Qiqi raised her eyebrows, and ate it without any hesitation.

Lu Qing looked at her with eyes full of doting.

"Qiqi, is it delicious?" Lu Qing asked in a low voice.

"It's just... barely edible." Shen Qiqi wiped her mouth, but her eyes drifted towards the kitchen, "Looks like someone else should take care of the cooking..."

The Lu family's sixth child, a three-year-old girl with pigtails and a red cotton-padded jacket, opened her big watery eyes and looked at Shen Qiqi pitifully: "Aunt San, can you cook lunch at noon? The food cooked by my aunt is not delicious. Xiaoliu doesn't want to eat it."

As soon as these words were spoken, Li Xueping's face instantly became uglier than the ash at the bottom of a pot.

She said sarcastically, "Oh, our Xiaoliu is quite picky about food? This is made by your mother with great effort, you have to eat it even if you don't want to!"

Shen Qiqi raised her eyebrows and spoke slowly: "Sister-in-law, cooking is like raising a child, you have to be attentive. If the child doesn't want to eat, it means the food is not to his liking. If he is forced to eat, the child will suffer from indigestion. Don't you think this is the case?"

"You!" Li Xueping was so angry that her face turned green, but she couldn't find any words to refute.

The other members of the Lu family also echoed this.

"That's right, this food is indeed..."

"Well, just eat it. At least it fills my stomach..."

"That's right, these pickles are too salty, they're so choking..."

Everyone was talking at once, their voices full of complaints.

Li Xueping's face turned pale and blue, and she was so embarrassed that she wanted to find a hole in the ground to crawl into.

Shen Qiqi looked at this "lively" scene, the corners of her mouth slightly raised.

She coughed lightly and said, "Actually, cooking is a skill. It requires attention to color, fragrance and taste..."

She paused deliberately, her eyes sweeping across the crowd before landing on Li Xueping. She added meaningfully, "Some people treat cooking like a task, just getting it cooked. They don't care if it tastes good or not. Wasting food like this will bring divine punishment."

Li Xueping was about to explode when Lu Xiaoliu suddenly spoke up: "Third Aunt is right!..."

Lu Xiaoliu agreed in a baby voice: "Third Aunt is right! The food mom cooks is not tasty, and Xiaoliu can't eat it. This is a waste of food!" After the little girl finished speaking, she nodded seriously, which made the Lu family members who were watching the fun fall in love with her.

Li Xueping's face could no longer be described as ash at the bottom of a pot. It was like a color palette, full of colorful colors.

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