Seeing her eldest son standing there motionless, Widow Liu raised her hand and gave him a sharp rap on the head. "What are you standing there for? Didn't you hear a single word I said? Everyone says having many sons is a blessing, but I gave birth to four cows who are clearly full of resentment every day. All you do is eat..."

"Mother, please stop talking." Upon hearing this, Liu Chunniu's face turned even redder, and he hurriedly winked at her.

Unexpectedly, Widow Liu became even angrier upon seeing this, and slapped him across the face. "What's wrong with me saying a few words to you? How dare you roll your eyes at me! I'm just asking you to pick up some food, not asking you to steal chickens or dogs..."

Liu Chunniu, his face flushed from the scolding, fearing she would say something even worse, stood up abruptly, smiled broadly at Su Hua, revealing a set of bright white teeth, and said, "Hello, Miss Su!"

"Su, su, su, all you ever do is 'su'..." Widow Liu stopped mid-sentence and hurriedly looked in the direction her son was looking.

Suddenly, she was met with a fair and delicate face.

The girl tilted her head slightly, her expression devoid of any emotion, yet it made the old man blush.

Widow Liu blushed for only a moment, then her face lit up with a smile. "Hua'er, all the dishes at your house are so delicious! I couldn't stop eating them after the first bite, and I was thinking of taking some home to enjoy slowly."

That's why they say several sons are not as good as one daughter. If I had a daughter as capable as Hua, I'd wake up laughing every night!

Liu Chunniu was sweating profusely. If he hadn't heard his mother say that she was thinking about cooking, he probably would have believed her nonsense.

The remaining three cows also lowered their heads slightly, their ear tips turning somewhat red.

Su Hua glanced at the food boxes and small dishes that the group had placed on their laps, and raised her eyebrows. "Actually, Aunt Liu is quite capable."

When Widow Liu noticed her gaze, her smile instantly turned into a heavy sigh. "How could an old woman like me, in her forties, possibly have the skills of Hua'er!"

"We were forced into this situation by hard times. My husband died young, leaving no one to take care of the family, and my children are all useless. We have to find ways to earn a few coins, otherwise we won't even have enough to eat."

After saying that, she chuckled and said, "If I do anything inappropriate that upsets Huaya, you must tell me, and I will correct it immediately."

Su Hua found it amusing; it seemed that all the Liu family's schemes were focused on her alone.

Liu Chunniu speaks recklessly, and the other three cows are like gourds with sawed mouths, but only this man in front of him is quick-witted and has a thick skin.

Seeing that she hadn't spoken for a while, Widow Liu assumed she was truly angry. "Hua'er, I was confused today. How about I throw these dishes back..."

As he spoke, he pinched the plate and started to pour the contents back.

“Aunt Liu, there’s no need for that.” Su Hua’s lips twitched slightly as she said calmly, “If there’s any food left on the table, you can take some back with you. Please feel free to do as you please.”

In Shanghe Village, it's not uncommon for villagers to take some leftover food home after a banquet, especially families with elderly people or young children.

Liu Jinhua only took two or three slices of each dish, and since the others at the table didn't object, she naturally didn't say anything more.

As for figuring out the recipes, if they could figure them out just by packing them up and taking them back, then Su's Restaurant wouldn't need to be open.

Su Hua turned around and saw that there was another piece of fish mouth meat in her bowl and plate, and next to it was a pair of large hands that had not yet been withdrawn.

Looking at the tender, white flesh of the fish's mouth, her mood improved slightly. "Thank you, Zichen."

My fondness for fish head meat is a habit passed down from my past life. I grew up in a cowshed, eating food from many families. Later, for a few years, I made a living by collecting recyclables, and the money from selling them allowed me to occasionally have some meat.

When I was really craving something sweet, I would buy a fish head from the fishmonger. The reason was simple: in those days, fish was the cheapest, and fish heads were the cheapest of all fish meats. Moreover, as long as you added some oil, salt, and chili, and steamed it in a pot, it would taste delicious.

Over time, she also fell in love with eating fish heads, and of all the fish head meat, she loved the part next to the fish's mouth the most.

The Su family had not noticed this, but Xiao Jinhan remembered it very clearly.

After she finished laughing, she picked up her clean chopsticks and placed a piece of his favorite braised pig liver on his plate.

In this life, she has a house to shelter her from the wind and rain, a family to protect and care for, a business to make a living from, and a man named Zichen who cares about her in everything.

The life she has now is exactly what she longed for in countless nights in her previous life.

"You can eat it yourself." Xiao Jinhan declined verbally, but the corners of his mouth were turned up in a big smile.

Su Baishi took in the two's little actions. She, who never drank alcohol, was happy to raise her hand and drink a cup of apricot wine. On the day the two returned from Fuhu Mountain with the red flowers, she had been subtly trying to arrange their marriage.

However, Jinhan said that his foot injury might not fully heal for another nine months, and he couldn't delay Hua'er's care until it was fully healed.

She was a little apprehensive at the time, but after all these recent events, and seeing with her own eyes the dedication of Jinhan, she finally felt completely at ease.

At another table, a young man glanced at the scene and immediately downed a glass of strong liquor.

Shaodaozi, as its name suggests, is as strong as fire.

As soon as the wine went down his throat, the young man choked and coughed, his gentle face turning red, and even the corners of his eyes became a little red.

Upon hearing this, Magistrate Qin paused in his eating, looked up, and met his son's noticeably dimmed eyes.

By the time you see where his gaze falls, you can already guess six or seven tenths of what he's thinking.

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