029 She watched it shatter.
When Xie Ziyu returned home, he saw Huo Yanxi sitting imposingly at his dining table, and he thought he was seeing things.
He rubbed his eyes and looked again, and Huo Yanxi did not disappear as if it were a hallucination.
He walked over with a sullen face, pulled out a chair and sat down. While Xie Yaoyao was serving rice in the kitchen, he lowered his voice and said, "Old Deng, what are you doing in my house?"
Huo Yanxi was a little vulnerable.
He is 27 years old this year and is the youngest, richest and most handsome man on the world's rich list.
But he was repeatedly called "Old Deng" by this young man in front of him.
He raised his hand and gently tapped the table with his long, slender fingers. "Kid, do I look old?"
When Huo Yanxi speaks Cantonese, his deep, magnetic voice sounds expensive, with a kind of inexplicable sexiness and languor.
"Don't you know if you're old or not?" Xie Ziyu replied in Cantonese, looking very arrogant.
Huo Yanxi felt a lump in his throat.
Kids who are disliked by cats and dogs are indeed annoying.
Xie Yaoyao brought out three bowls of rice and sensed the tense atmosphere at the table. She raised an eyebrow.
"Did you two have a fight?"
"No!"
They spoke in unison, glanced at each other, then snorted and turned their heads away at the same time.
They had perfect chemistry.
Xie Yaoyao's silence was deafening. She placed the rice in front of the two of them and sat down in a chair.
There were three meat dishes and two vegetable dishes on the round table, all of which were home-style dishes, including a bitter melon stir-fried with eggs and a cold amaranth salad.
Huo Yanxi was disgusted and didn't touch his chopsticks. Fortunately, there were three other dishes to choose from.
The food smelled delicious, and he hesitated before picking up a piece of stir-fried beef with his chopsticks and putting it in his mouth.
The nausea that had accompanied him for five years did not come over him; instead, the sour and spicy flavor of the pickled peppers exploded on his tongue, stimulating his appetite.
He chewed it a few times and swallowed it without even tasting the meat.
It's too spicy.
He grew up in Shenzhen. Grandma Chi seems to be from Sichuan or Chongqing, and her cooking is very oily and spicy.
He used to be able to eat spicy food when he was a child, but after returning to Hong Kong, he spent three months in prison and damaged his stomach.
After being released, he developed anorexia and a weak digestive system, and the family cook dared not prepare any spicy or irritating food for him.
This was the first time he had eaten spicy food in five years.
His throat felt like it was on fire, and he involuntarily opened his mouth, making rapid "hiss-ha-hiss-ha-" sounds, trying to cool the flames burning in his mouth by inhaling air.
Xie Yaoyao was taken aback.
She hadn't expected that Huo Yanxi couldn't eat spicy food anymore, so she quickly got up, took a can of yogurt from the refrigerator, unscrewed the cap, and handed it to him.
"Drinking some yogurt can relieve the spiciness."
Huo Yanxi took it, tilted his head back and gulped down several mouthfuls. The cool yogurt entered his esophagus, easing the burning sensation.
His ears turned red from the spiciness.
Xie Ziyu gloated from the side, "Not everyone can eat the food my mom makes."
Seeing Huo Yanxi's disheveled appearance, Xie Ziyu laughed heartily, showing him no respect whatsoever.
Xie Yaoyao's feelings were complicated.
Is this a love-hate relationship between father and son?
"Are you feeling better now?" Xie Yaoyao asked Huo Yanxi. "I didn't know you couldn't eat spicy food."
Back in the small fishing village, Huo Yanxi could eat spicy food, but she didn't know why he couldn't even eat spicy food now.
It's as if they've completely severed ties with the past.
Huo Yanxi waved his hand and took out a tissue to wipe the sweat from his forehead.
The contrast of spicy and cold caused a burning pain in his stomach.
"I'm fine. I'm sorry you made such a lavish dinner, but I can't enjoy it."
Huo Yanxi stood up and strode towards the door.
He opened the door and went out, slamming it shut behind him. The sound of his leather shoes rolling on the ground outside gradually faded into the distance.
Xie Yaoyao stood up and sat down again, staring blankly at the bowl of rice that hadn't been touched.
He has really changed a lot; he is no longer the boy from the small fishing village who would smile and eat even if her cooking was terrible.
Xie Ziyu picked up a piece of beef with his chopsticks and chewed it, observing Xie Yaoyao discreetly.
She watched it as it was about to shatter.
You must be feeling very disappointed.
It's all that old Deng's fault. He has such a big house and so many cooks to serve, but he comes to their house to freeload.
Let's just rub it in.
Xie Yaoyao's cooking was so delicious, yet he took one bite and turned away.
This is absolutely outrageous!
"Mommy, don't be sad. Your cooking is the best in the world. He just doesn't know what he's doing."
Xie Yaoyao smiled slightly, "I'm not sad. Eat up, the food won't taste good if it gets cold."
Xie Ziyu lowered his head and ate his rice.
Xie Yaoyao served him stir-fried bitter melon with eggs, and Xie Ziyu's face stiffened, his eyebrows furrowing into a tight knot.
"Mommy, I don't like bitter melon."
That sour face was exactly the same as Huo Yanxi's when he was a child.
Xie Yaoyao patted his head. "Bitter melon is good for clearing heat, eat less of it."
With a bitter expression, Xie Ziyu shoved the bitter melon into his mouth, chewed it hastily, and swallowed it quickly.
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After Xie Yaoyao finished teaching Chinese to children abroad online that evening, she picked up her phone and saw several missed calls.
She opened the call and saw that it was from Principal Yang.
She checked the time and was wondering whether to reply when Principal Yang called again.
Xie Yaoyao answered the phone, "Principal Yang, is there something you need?"
"My goodness, you finally answered the phone! Did you know that President Huo has been admitted to the hospital?"
A man like Huo Yanxi can make the financial world tremble even if he sneezes.
He was photographed by financial reporters late at night visiting a private hospital in Deep Water Bay, and the news instantly went viral.
As expected, the Huo Group's stock price will be affected tomorrow.
Xie Yaoyao frowned. "I don't know. What's wrong?"
“My God, that’s our big spender! You didn’t treat him well and even got him hospitalized. Do you want St. Paul’s to go out of business?” Principal Yang cried out in despair.
The exaggerated tone and high-pitched voice made Xie Yaoyao's temples throb.
“Principal Yang, I remember I went to the Huo family as a tutor, not as a maid.”
"What's the difference?" Principal Yang rolled his eyes so hard they almost reached the sky, but Xie Yaoyao couldn't see it because of the phone.
Xie Yaoyao: "That makes a huge difference. Besides, I'm going to be a tutor, not a slave. Whether President Huo goes to the hospital or not has nothing to do with me, right?"
"How can it be unrelated?" Principal Yang roared. "I just called President Huo, and Secretary Pei answered the phone. He clearly told me that President Huo was hospitalized after eating the food you made."
Xie Yaoyao recalled Huo Yanxi's pale face from the spiciness and his strangely red lips.
Could it really be her fault?
"He inexplicably came to my house to freeload a meal. If he can't eat spicy food, then he shouldn't eat it. I didn't know he couldn't eat spicy food."
Principal Yang slammed his hand on the table and said arrogantly, "Anyway, I don't care. You have to clean up the mess you made. If it affects the school, you don't need to come back to work in September."
Xie Yaoyao: "..."
The call was abruptly ended, leaving Xie Yaoyao in a complete mess.
When did Huo Yanxi's stomach become so delicate that he gets hospitalized after eating a little spicy food?
Was he trying to scam me?
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