Chapter 47: Chapter 47 The Well-Intentioned Meng Chuyue Chapter 47: Chapter 47 The Well-Intentioned Meng Chuyue Meng Chuyue had first acquired her business license and spent quite some time gathering all necessary items for the opening.
After arranging with the fruit wholesaler for a delivery the day after tomorrow, she bought two live chickens, some eggs, a variety of grains for the porridge, along with red dates, white fungus, and shiitake mushrooms.
She hailed a three-wheeler and returned to Phoenix District.
When she reached home and pressed the doorbell, the door swiftly opened.
Meng Jingfen looked at her with malicious delight and whispered, “Grandma has been cursing you the whole time.”
Meng Chuyue gave her a sideways glance, “Didn’t you promise to take good care of my mom?
Couldn’t you have at least tried to mediate when grandma was giving her a hard time?”
She really wanted to retort, but the lipstick Meng Chuyue had given her in the morning was too good, and she wanted another one, so she held her tongue.
She managed an awkward smile, “Auntie wasn’t angry.
If Auntie were angry, I would have certainly tried to calm grandma down.”
While they talked, Meng Chuyue had already walked through the deserted living room to the kitchen.
Meng Jingfen, surprised at her ignoring Zhao Tianzhi, asked, “Aren’t you going to meet grandma first?”
She’s disregarding even basic etiquette now?
While skillfully slaughtering and bleeding the chicken, Meng Chuyue said nonchalantly, “What’s there to see?
She doesn’t like me, and I don’t like her.
It’s better for both of us if people who disdain each other see each other less.”
Look at that articulation, was Meng Chuyue always this sharp-tongued?
Actually, it made sense; her academic results had always been outstanding, and she was great at composition, so eloquence wasn’t surprising.
Meng Jingfen said hesitantly, “What are you planning to cook?
I didn’t eat enough earlier; can you make extra?”
“My mom is not in good health; I want to cook her soup every evening.
If you agree to ensure she drinks it every morning and noon, I’ll make your share too and even prepare some desserts for you.”
Meng Jingfen had a soft spot for desserts, which Meng Chuyue knew very well.
Meng Jingfen’s eyes widened, “You can make desserts?
Meng Chuyue shot her an unapologetic glance, “There are plenty of pastry and cooking books in the bookstore.”
Alright, you’re the expert.
To enjoy the delicacies Meng Chuyue would prepare, Meng Jingfen, inspired, said, “You focus on cooking; I’ll go talk to grandma.”
With her back to Meng Jingfen, Meng Chuyue secretly smiled, her tone sincere, “Thank you, that will be a great help.”
Meng Jingfen was good at twisting logic to suit her, and she was more than willing to handle Zhao Tianzhi for her.
If she could successfully quench Zhao Tianzhi’s fury, it meant peace for herself, a good thing indeed.
And if it added fuel to Zhao Tianzhi’s anger?
Well, that was fine too; it wouldn’t be so bad if Zhao Tianzhi was enraged to death.
The room’s soundproofing was so effective that Meng Chuyue had no idea what exactly Meng Jingfen said to Zhao Tianzhi, but Zhao Tianzhi didn’t come out to create trouble.
Instead, Meng Wanhua came over to spend some time with Meng Chuyue, asking about her work and telling her that Zhao Aihua had acknowledged defeat and left.
The live chicken was quickly cooked in a pressure cooker.
Meng Chuyue meticulously served Meng Wanhua, Meng Jingfen, and Zhao Tianzhi each a full bowl of the chicken vermicelli soup.
However, the soup for Zhao Tianzhi and Meng Jingfen was made with regular water and ingredients.
The one for Meng Wanhua was prepared using “spiritual water” and “spirit plant” in a special space.
Not only was the taste profoundly different, but the effects were also worlds apart.
Still, her culinary skills were excellent, and even the standard ingredients turned out deliciously, with Zhao Tianzhi and Meng Jingfen devouring their food, mouths greasy.
Meng Wanhua’s bowl was even more delectable; though she ate quickly, her small bites were graceful and elegant.
Meng Chuyue couldn’t help but wonder how her rough grandparents managed to produce such an elegant and refined mother.
Could mom have been adopted?
But then again, her uncle was also quite refined, so it wasn’t likely that her grandparents managed to pick up two children; thus, perhaps it was a case of “bad bamboo shoots producing fine bamboo.”
As far as Meng Chuyue, Meng Jingfen, and Meng Wanhua were concerned, they thought since Zhao Tianzhi had not lost her temper so far, she would not in the future either; but they were mistaken.