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Chapter 22 Young Master, time to eat!
"No means no, why would I lie to you?"

As Qin Su spoke, she seemed to remember something, and suddenly smiled, a smile that carried a hint of cruelty:

"Didn't Mother often remind me that my lowly status made it absolutely impossible for me to join the Duke of Jing's mansion, and that I should stay away from Brother Jing?"

Aunt Xu frowned even more: "It wasn't him? You...you wouldn't..."

"Can't do anything?"

Seeing that her next words were definitely not good, Qin Su didn't have the patience to waste any more time with her: "Alright, stop teasing me. It's a friend who knows that Mother is 'sick,' so he came to bring money."

These words only made things worse, as they made Aunt Xu even more flustered: "This is the backyard! Where would a man come from to give you money? You, you..."

A bag of silver was thrown directly into the arms of the woman who had almost gotten up, its heavy weight silencing any further words she was about to utter.

"What... what is this..." Aunt Xu was a little confused.

"Silver? Don't you recognize it, Mother?" Qin Su smiled. "Didn't I tell you, Mother, that as long as you do as I say, you'll have everything you want?"

Aunt Xu wanted to say something more, but her attention was completely drawn to the money pouch, which was really...

"Alright, Mother, please continue to rest. I have to go now."

When Aunt Xu heard that her daughter was leaving, she instinctively wanted to stop her, but Qin Su's words made her freeze in place:

"If Mother holds me back, don't blame me for turning against her."

She was clearly saying it with a smile, but her innocent and pure appearance suddenly reminded Aunt Xu of the experience of almost suffocating that day.

She withdrew her outstretched hand, her face pale: "Don't worry, Mother will never hold you back."

Aunt Xu sat on the bed, watching the young girl open the door and leave. The emptiness in her heart seemed to grow even larger.

Didn't she always hope that Sangsang could be smarter and more ruthless so that she could have a better life?

But why wasn't she as happy as she had imagined when she actually became "capable"?
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Qin Su had only one request for Aunt Xu:
As long as you don't interfere with her work, she will take good care of her.

After all, how could a poor little thing be without its own mother, who could be its "handle"?
Qin Su returned to her room and took out the medical records to continue reading.

The treatment plan was modified accordingly.

Putting everything else aside, this "cook" identity is really great; the plan is progressing even better than she initially expected.

With this skin, will we still have to worry about not having the chance to make the tyrant take his medicine on time?
At this moment, the system was full of confidence in its host. As long as Qin Su asked, it would do its best to fulfill his request.

The relationship between the individual and the unified government is more harmonious than ever before.
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Time flies, and it's evening again in the blink of an eye.

It is said that in ancient times there were only two meals a day, but when the author of this novel wrote the story, he changed the eating habits of the characters in the book to the three meals of modern people.

So in the evening, Qin Su went to the kitchen to cook again, "hard-working and conscientious."

So when the aroma of food wafted over from next door again, Chu Jiang was in a good mood, whether it was because his illness had been relieved by the medicine or because he had a "fixed cook" and his food supply was guaranteed.

So when dinner was served, he unusually didn't get angry or punish the cook; he simply had the food removed.

After who knows how much time had passed, the aroma of the food next door had almost faded away, but the food I wanted still hadn't arrived.

Chu Jiang's initially good mood instantly turned gloomy again.

His eyes swept horribly towards the empty space, and he was about to raise his hand to sweep the unsightly teacup off the table, making a piercing shattering sound, when suddenly there was a soft knock on the door.

A familiar, gentle female voice sounded from outside: "Young master, are you inside?"

Chu Jiang's anger faltered, a hint of confusion flashing through his mind:

When did she arrive? Why didn't he notice at all?

If Qin Su heard this, she would probably answer him that this is a normal phenomenon after taking the medicine, and that the five senses will be weakened.

Those with strong reactions may even fall into hallucinations.

However, Qin Su couldn't hear the tyrant's thoughts, so she simply followed normal logic. "Young master, may I come in?"

The girl's hesitant voice rang out again, and Chu Jiang seemed to wake from a dream, suddenly standing up, his black robes drawing graceful arcs in the air.

He walked a few steps to the door, stretched out his hand, and the door opened.

As expected, a slender and pretty girl stood at the door, holding a food box, and smiled foolishly at him:

"Young master, dinner is ready!"

Chu Jiang snorted, ignored her, and turned to walk into the room.

Qin Su followed behind him, carrying the food box as she caught up.

"I didn't know what you liked to eat, so I only made some home-style dishes. Please don't mind."

As Qin Su took the food out of the food box and arranged it, she explained apologetically.

Chu Jiang looked over with a cold expression, his brows already furrowed.

Calling it "home-style cooking" is an understatement; the dishes were so simple he almost wanted to flip the table.

A bowl of steamed egg custard, a plate of stir-fried greens, a stir-fried cured pork, and a winter melon soup.

That's it?

Chu Jiang picked up his chopsticks and then put them down again, his cold gaze fixed on the girl's neck, as if considering how to kill her quickly enough.

The system dared not speak anymore; it had already sensed this was going to happen from the moment the host started cooking these dishes.

However, its host wouldn't listen to its advice at all, and it didn't even dare to look further.

why?
Why does the host always like to push the tyrant's limits like this?!

If it were any other player, they would definitely go to great lengths to please the tyrant, conjuring up any delicacy the tyrant wanted.

Host, you've got some good ideas. These dishes... most people wouldn't eat them.

"I know it's not a good thing, but these are the best I can offer right now..."

Qin Su lowered her head, a little embarrassed: "Could you eat just a little bit? At the latest, tomorrow, when the kitchen sends over the ingredients, I'll cook something delicious for you."

As she spoke, she raised her head, her beautiful eyes filled with guilt, and looked at Chu Jiang, as if she were about to burst into tears if he didn't agree.

These words also reminded Chu Jiang of what the guards had mentioned that morning: the person in front of him was so pitiful that he couldn't even afford medicine.

So these things in front of me...

"I didn't mean to brush you off! Really!"

As if guessing what he was thinking, the girl quickly explained, "It's just that the household has been on a vegetarian diet lately, and it's really..."

"Even if you don't eat vegetarian food, will you be able to afford good food?"

Qin Su's unfinished words were interrupted by the man's undisguised sarcasm.

She paused for a moment, her gaze towards him filled with an indescribable shyness and embarrassment.
Silently acknowledging his words, even if the household did not observe a vegetarian diet, given Qin Sangsang's situation, she wouldn't eat too well.

However, all those words ultimately boil down to one sentence: "I'm sorry... I will return the money to you..."

"Who told you to pay back the money?" Chu Jiang sneered, confirming once again the incompetence of his secret guards, who couldn't even handle such a small matter.

"Someone will prepare the ingredients for you," the Seventh Prince said humbly.

The little girl suddenly looked up at him in surprise, like a silly rabbit, the kind that's easy to bully.

(End of this chapter)