The chance encounter with Ji Jianfei and his mistress was just a minor incident for Song Xia, and she didn't take it to heart. After buying her own things, she had her driver take her to the market and bought a lot of ingredients.
In fact, someone delivers ingredients to the Ji family villa every day. Although they are all high-end imported goods, she feels that the variety is not as rich as that of domestic products. Moreover, they are all fixed products without any changes. In fact, many seasonings and side dishes are not available in the kitchen.
As soon as she returned to the villa, she started simmering soup. Ji Ye was in his adolescence and usually exercised a lot, so she made old chicken and mushroom soup today, which would replenish his energy. She also made beef brisket, which was tender and flavorful, attracting Wu Ma's furtive glances several times.
Wu Ma had been a nanny in the Ji family for over ten years without ever being replaced, which showed how much Mr. Ji valued her. This boosted her confidence, making her feel that her cooking skills were exceptional. When she saw Song Xia, a young man, cooking so skillfully and with such a fragrant aroma, she couldn't sit still.
Especially given her conflict with Song Xia, even cooking is no longer an advantage for her. She's afraid she'll be replaced one day, so she seems a bit anxious.
Song Xia naturally wouldn't care about someone like Wu Ma, who had once disliked and slandered her, and let her wander around like a headless fly.
At six o'clock, Ji Ye went home from school on time. This was his promise to Grandpa Ji. No matter how much he fooled around with his friends on weekdays, he had to go to school and come home on time. On holidays, things were a little more relaxed. After all, he was the only person in the family who genuinely cared about him. So, Ji Ye was quite obedient to Grandpa Ji.
"Young Master is back." Aunt Wu greeted him with a smile, but Ji Ye didn't appreciate it and just coldly handed over his schoolbag.
"Aunt Wu made your favorite roasted pigeon today, eat more later."
I cooked too.
It was that voice again. Ji Ye paused slightly and glanced at Song Xia, only to see that her mouth was still closed.
He spent the entire day pondering this question: Why could he hear the thoughts of only one person?
Later, he found an answer online: in some novels, cannon fodder or tragic protagonists possess such skills and change their fate by listening to people's voices.
Ji Ye sneered. Cannon fodder? Miserable? What do these two words have to do with him?
Despite his denial, he was still curious. Could there be some other extraordinary encounter? Even if there wasn't, it didn't matter. He wanted to hear what this woman's purpose was in bewitching his grandfather into marrying into the family. He would definitely not let this woman's scheme succeed.
The chicken soup simmered for a full three hours today, and the beef brisket for over an hour. I tasted it, and it was delicious, but I guess Ji Ye would still prefer Wu Ma's cooking. I really want him to try it too.
Song Xia smiled and said, "Xiao Ye, would you like to try some of my cooking? How about giving it a try?"
Hearing this, Wu Ma felt a sense of crisis and said nervously, "Young Master, those chickens and beef weren't air-freighted back. Who knows if they're harmful? You are the only heir of the Ji family, so you must be careful."
Song Xia was furious: "Aunt Wu, what do you mean? Would I harm Xiao Ye?"
Aunt Wu rolled her eyes: "Who knows what you're up to?"
"Alright, enough of this, isn't it?" Ji Ye growled, impatient with their argument.
Song Xia felt wronged: "Aunt Wu is accusing me, but it seems Xiao Ye doesn't want to listen to my explanation. But I personally picked out all the chicken, beef, and vegetables from the market. It's not that imported goods are necessarily good; I only select the best. There's absolutely no problem."
I heard it again!
Ji Ye took a deep breath. What's wrong with this person? Why does he look so aggrieved?
[If Xiaoye doesn't want to eat, I'll eat it myself. It's a pity.]
Song Xia shook her head and brought the dish to herself. As soon as the lid of the stew was opened, the aroma wafted out.
Ji Ye couldn't help but swallow as he smelled it; it really looked delicious. Even the small green vegetables were vibrant green and fresh, definitely more appealing than what Wu Ma made.
Wu Ma got anxious and quickly served Ji Ye the seafood soup she had made, but Ji Ye didn't have much of an appetite. It wasn't that Wu Ma's cooking was bad, but even if he liked it, he would get tired of eating it all the time. Today's chicken soup was indeed more tempting, and the aroma was different from what Wu Ma usually made.
Song Xia skimmed off the surface oil from the chicken soup, so it was very clear with only a slight yellow tinge. The mushrooms, black and white, were soaked in the broth and plump, looking even more delicious than the chicken.
Song Xia took a sip and sighed inwardly, "Ah! So refreshing! It's such a shame Xiao Ye isn't drinking it!"
Ji Ye felt a little impatient. Was it really that good? Had this woman never eaten anything good before? But when he thought of the bowl of tomato and egg noodles that looked ordinary but tasted incredibly delicious that morning, he hesitated again.
[Hmm~ The beef brisket is stewed just right, tender but not mushy, fragrant but not greasy. Xiao Ye is going through puberty and needs nutrition, so this beef was specially selected for him!]
Ji Ye frowned. If it was specially chosen for him, why didn't he serve me a bowl?
"Young Master?" Wu Ma moved the dishes she had prepared closer to Ji Ye, completely oblivious to Ji Ye's expression.
Seeing his awkward expression, Song Xia could barely suppress a laugh, and sighed softly, "Do you want some of my cooking? Teenage boys are all a bit vain; you should take the initiative."
Ji Ye felt increasingly uncomfortable. Who was concerned about saving face? Who was being difficult? Who wanted to eat his cooking?
However, when Song Xia served him a bowl of chicken soup, he honestly lowered his head and drank it.
Wu Ma was shocked and horrified. Looking at Song Xia, she felt as if she were seeing a wicked concubine stealing the emperor's favor, and she felt that she had lost favor and was going to be sent to the cold palace.
Ji Ye's eyes lit up after taking a bite; it was indeed delicious. This woman really knew her stuff.
Song Xia then thoughtfully placed a spoonful of beef brisket on top of the rice: "It's all for you, eat more."
As she added food to her plate, she thought to herself, "I need to eat a lot and grow tall and strong so I can explain things to Grandpa. He's still just a child; why does he always have such a cold face? He's only well-behaved at mealtimes."
Upon hearing this, Ji Ye felt a chill run down his spine. Who was being obedient? Who was the child?
However, thinking of the fragrant chicken soup in the bowl, and considering that the woman hadn't openly said what she meant, he couldn't just get angry for no reason, so he suppressed his irritation.
Besides, judging from this woman's thoughts, she doesn't seem to have any ulterior motives; she's just simply trying to please him. Surely a person can't lie about what's in their heart? But if she doesn't have any bad intentions, why did she marry that scoundrel Ji Jianfei?
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