"Madam, we didn't change the chef today, but we did bring in someone even more capable than the chef." The butler didn't say it directly, but he was implying to Su Suqin in a way that was both obvious and subtle.
The housekeeper of the Su family mansion didn't think much of Su Wanwan and preferred Ouyang Maomao, so she naturally wouldn't say that Su Wanwan was busy in the kitchen, but instead guided Su Suqin to see for herself.
Su Suqin probably knew that Su Wanwan had arrived, so she ignored the household affairs and led her three other sisters into the mahjong room.
"Let's just ignore that. It's not even noon yet. Let's go get a game of mahjong and talk about lunch later."
The other three sisters probably guessed that Su Wanwan was cooking, so they agreed with Su Su and the four of them went to play mahjong together.
At that moment, the servants who were helping in the kitchen also came to tell Su Wanwan that a young girl named Xu Xiaojiao rushed in and almost tripped over the threshold.
"Young Madam, Young Madam, the Old Madam is back."
Su Wanwan, who was in charge of cooking, said to her unhurriedly while flipping the wok, "No need to rush, Xiao Jiao."
Xu Xiaojiao asked Su Wanwan, "Isn't the young mistress nervous at all?"
She calmly replied, "Being nervous won't help. The old lady is Mr. Jiang's grandmother, so naturally she is my grandmother too. Since I'm meeting my own grandmother, I shouldn't be nervous. That way, I won't easily make mistakes."
Her logic had reached a self-consistent level. She was quite nervous before, but she wasn't nervous at all once she got to the kitchen to cook.
Xu Xiaojiao said with a particularly envious look, "Young Madam's cooking is really delicious. There's a reason why Young Master likes you. Old Madam must like it too."
"I hope it's as you wish," Su Wanwan said as she cooked.
Jiang Shengjun returned at 11:30 and immediately asked where Su Wanwan was. After learning that Su Wanwan was in the kitchen, he immediately ran to the kitchen.
One dish after another was served on the long porcelain table in the dining room. Jiang Shengjun brushed past each dish, feeling as if he were trapped in a world of delicious food.
As soon as he entered the kitchen, he saw Su Wanwan, wearing an apron and with her hair in a low ponytail, carefully ladling soup. Her figure was reflected on the window frame with its classical patterns. The sunlight outside the window shone on the white magnolias, creating a beautiful scene with alternating light and shadow between the indoors and outdoors.
Upon seeing him, Su Wanwan exclaimed in surprise, "Mr. Jiang, you're back so quickly today!"
Jiang Shengjun never hid anything from her, and said frankly, "I was distracted at work today. I was afraid that you would be scolded by your grandmother at the Jiang family's old house, and that you would cause internal strife."
He comforted Su Wanwan, but Su Wanwan comforted him in return: "If Mr. Jiang were with me, he would think the same way. This internal conflict would affect your work, and I wouldn't be happy either. Work and I are both important."
As she spoke, a strand of hair fell from her temple and into the air. Jiang Shengjun naturally tucked it behind her ear.
His heart skipped a beat when he touched her ear, and his own ear involuntarily burned. He said, "Wanwan is a thousand times more important to me than work, but you said that if I get distracted at work, you'll be unhappy. I'll learn to control myself in the future."
Su Wanwan gently replied, "Okay~"
Xu Xiaojiao, who was standing aside watching at this moment, was overjoyed and exclaimed, "This couple is so cute!"
With the last dish ready, Su Wanwan prepared to take off her apron. Jiang Shengjun quickly stepped forward to help her untie it, and the two couldn't help but feel a flutter in their hearts when they got close.
He leaned close to Su Wanwan's ear and whispered, "I'll let you in on a secret. It's all over the old house now. People are saying that as soon as Grandma came home, she thought they had a new chef because the food smelled amazing."
Su Wanwan wasn't arrogant when she heard the praise, after all, she had done too many things that were detrimental to the Jiang family before, and this was a way of making amends.
When they sat down to eat, Su Suqin brought her sisters along, and none of them spoke a word throughout the meal.
There was no communication between them.
Jiang Shengjun had previously told Su Wanwan that her grandmother didn't like people talking while she was eating, so she didn't say anything.
Even though she really wanted to lighten the awkward atmosphere, he held back.
Jiang Shengjun sat next to her, paying close attention to her expression. When he noticed that Su Wanwan was a little nervous, he held her hand with one hand and picked up some food for her with the other.
This action reassured Su Wanwan a lot and greatly relieved her mood.
She only dared to pick up the food in front of her.
The two exchanged glances.
But after a while, she felt uncomfortable again. Facing the four elegant grandmothers in cheongsams, the air was unusually quiet, and there were four or five servants watching her. She even wanted to find a hole to crawl into.
Even though the local Shanghai cuisine is delicious, she felt as if she had lost her sense of taste.
She was very concerned about everyone's reaction at the dinner table, but they didn't seem to react at all while eating.
Could it be that the food wasn't to their liking?
Su Wanwan herself was inexplicably making a judgment in her mind, and she was so nervous that her hands were shaking and she couldn't even hold the food steadily.
"I'll put some on your plate, Wanwan."
In the quiet air, Jiang Shengjun suddenly spoke.
It was as if a hole had been torn open in the gloomy clouds, and light gradually shone in. At first, it was warm, but the next second it felt too obvious.
This made Su Wanwan even more nervous.
She nervously whispered what was on her mind: "Did I cook it badly?"
The sound is faint, but it is not quiet at all in a quiet environment.
Su Wanwan is almost dead.
At this moment, Grandma Fu Yan, Zhou Yuanli, spoke up naturally and generously.
"No, no, it's delicious and authentic, isn't it, Suqin?"
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