Mr. Wen, show your heart

Chapter 19: Nineteen
No matter how much Jiang Chuchu wanted to pretend to be blind, she couldn't control her stomach growling when she smelled food.

Jiang Xiaying smiled at her, "Chuchu, you are back, and the family is waiting for you to eat."

The meaning is pointed, but the surface is still submissive.

Jiang Fusheng's complexion was not good when he heard this, and he slapped the table with a slap as soon as he sat down on the table, "Look at what time it is, what does it look like to let the family wait for you to eat, if you don't want to come back You just don't come back to this house."

Jiang Chuchu's expression didn't change a bit, and she sat down and asked the helper to serve a bowl of rice.

Jiang Fusheng pays attention to ostentation, probably because he didn't live many rich and noble days before, but now that he has the conditions, he has to put on a show even at home. Every meal, whether there is anyone eating or not, must be filled with ten dishes, which means it is perfect.

The chef was hired from Michelin High-tech. The food he cooked was one of the few things that Jiang Chuchu liked in Jiang's house.

While eating, Jiang Shuyuan suddenly pushed a bowl of soup over and put it in front of Jiang Chuchu.

"Drink."

The soup is still steaming, with green coriander sprinkled on it, it looks particularly appetizing.

Jiang Chuchu froze for a moment.

She really wanted to look up at Jiang Shuyuan's expression, did she feel guilty because of the previous incident, so she was a little more kind in the past?But she just thought about it, and then drank the soup.

Before she could swallow a mouthful of soup, Jiang Shuyuan's voice rang out.

"There is something that needs your help."

It turned out that she was waiting here.

Jiang Chuchu raised her head, and Jiang Shuyuan's well-maintained face in her eyes was careless like a lady, as if talking to Jiang Chuchu was no different from talking to the servants at home.

"Mingzhu was invited to participate in the Nancheng Youth Oil Painting Art Exhibition, and she has to show a few works before the exhibition, and she will be very busy recently, so you will be her assistant and help her, do your best."

Jiang Chuchu said with a cold "ah", "Assistant? Why should I?"

Jiang Shuyuan seemed to have known that she would refuse, and said unhurriedly, "After you finish this matter, I will not interfere with your work. From now on, you can draw whatever you want."

what is this?Equivalent exchange?

"You are such a good mother." It's just that it's not hers, but Jiang Mingzhu's.

Jiang Chuchu said, and glanced at Jiang Mingzhu sarcastically.

Jiang Mingzhu acted as if she had never heard of it, put down her chopsticks, wiped the corners of her mouth with a paper towel reservedly, and did not look at Jiang Chuchu from the corner of her eye.

"I'm done eating, mom and dad, I'm going back to my room."

After Jiang Shuyuan finished what she wanted to say, she ignored Jiang Chuchu, stood up and said to the side, "Mother Wu, bring me a bird's nest."

Jiang Fusheng said nothing with a sullen face, just put down his chopsticks, stood up and walked towards the study, turning his head while walking.

"Xia Ying, come here, I have something to tell you."

As if the farce was over, Jiang Chuchu was the only one left at the table in an instant.

Wu Ma wiped her hands and walked over cautiously, "Chuchu, do you still eat this meal?"

Jiang Chuchu finished picking up a bowl of rice without making a sound, and passed the bowl over.

"Eat, why don't you eat, give me another bowl."

She wolfed down her food without caring about her figure, but from the beginning to the end, she never touched that bowl of soup again.

The wind gradually picked up, and the night outside the window was dark, with only occasional chirping of insects, but the vitality that spring should have been maintained.

Later, there was a knock on the door of the bedroom, Jiang Chuchu didn't want to answer, but the man kept knocking, very patiently, as if he was going to knock forever.

Jiang Chuchu rubbed her head, resigned herself to getting up and opening the door.

Outside the door, Jiang Xiaying stood with lowered eyebrows and a cup of hot milk in her hand.

　Jiang Chuchu: Wronged, want to cry, whimper
　　Wen Jiusi: Come on, give me a hug
　　
　
(End of this chapter)