Shocking! This student is phenomenal!

Lin Wanqing was stunned when she heard the name.

Old Su Fried Rice?

However, Lin Wanqing felt a sense of familiarity with Lao Su's fried rice.

When she first heard about "Old Su Fried Rice," she thought it was a famous fried rice restaurant in Kyoto.

That's why Lin Keke listened to Lin Yanting and came to Kyoto—she wanted to eat this fried rice.

She habitually searched on the platform.

The result was a bunch of random, nonsensical messages.

"Hunky Man Fried Rice"

"Xi Shi Fried Rice"

"My Wife's Fried Rice"

Grandma's Fried Rice

I didn't see Lao Su's fried rice.

"Coco, is this how you write 'Old Su Fried Rice'?" She showed Lin Coco her phone.

"This is it. I often sneak off to eat it with my friends in Jiangzhou," Lin Keke said excitedly.

Lin Wanqing remained silent.

"This is Kyoto, there's no Lao Su fried rice here. Shall I order you some other fried rice from a different place?" Lin Wanqing asked tentatively.

"No, no, I want to eat Lao Su's!" Lin Keke jumped up and down anxiously.

Just then, Su Jiang finished his phone call and came out of the room.

"What's wrong?"

He looked at Lin Keke, who was jumping around anxiously, and asked her curiously.

"This person wants to eat Lao Su's fried rice!"

Lin Wanqing said, rubbing her forehead.

However, upon hearing the name "Old Su Fried Rice," Su Jiang paused for a moment:

"Old Su Fried Rice, are you talking about the one in Qinghe District?"

"Yes, yes, that's the one. There's only one Lao Su Fried Rice in Jiangzhou, and it's so delicious!" Lin Keke's face instantly lit up.

"You, you guys?" Lin Wanqing felt like "you guys are from Jiangzhou, but I'm not."

"Alright, alright, it seems my dad's fried rice skills haven't deteriorated yet." Su Jiang smiled slightly.

"Your father?" Lin Keke's eyes widened instantly.

The fact that Lao Su Fried Rice is actually run by my brother-in-law's father is quite a surprise.

I actually paid for it when I ate there last time!

Su Jiang nodded: "Yes, this fried rice shop is run by my dad, and I even taught him how to make it. Would you like to try my Old Su Fried Rice?"

"Yes, yes, of course I want it! Brother-in-law, you and my sister are such a perfect match!" Lin Keke exclaimed.

Lin Wanqing: "..."

Since there was no leftover rice or eggs, Su Jiang had no choice but to go out and buy leftover rice to cook.

Su Jiang still remembered the strange look the shopkeeper gave him when he went to buy cold rice, as if to say, "Is this idiot out of his mind? He comes in and asks me for a bowl of cold rice..."

And so, the first meal at Su Jiang's new home was fried rice with eggs, which Su Jiang cooked for the two sisters.

"Sister, you're so lucky! I've always dreamed of marrying a man who can make fried rice like this. Hmm, now that I think about it, having a brother-in-law like this isn't so bad."

Lin Keke's words almost made Su Jiang, who was tossing the wok, throw all the fried rice out of the pan.

Lin Wanqing was also a little nervous, almost thinking that her younger sister was going to steal her boyfriend.

A few minutes later.

Lin Keke, who was eating her fried rice with egg, looked at Su Jiang and Lin Wanqing and nodded in approval, saying, "Not bad, with this fried rice, you couldn't possibly get rid of me!"

At this moment, she had no idea what Lin Yanting had repeatedly told her.

All I want to eat is the egg fried rice that Su Jiang makes.

Meanwhile, Su Jiang was staring wide-eyed at Lin Keke as she ate fried rice.

Inside a luxury mansion in Kyoto.

Zhu Fei's father, Zhu Daqiang, did not go to the Jiangnan Hot Pot restaurant today.

More than ten minutes later.

The doorbell rang.

Zhu Daqiang opened the door: "Uncle Zhang, you're here."

Standing at the entrance was none other than Zhang Zetian, the old man Su Jiang had met at the antique shop.

"Um."

Zhang Zetian entered the house, glanced around casually, and asked, "Hey, where did that kid Zhu Fei go today?"

"Haha, Uncle Zhang, Zhu Fei has changed a lot. He's helping out at the family's hot pot restaurant now. He even asked me to ask you for leave today."

As Zhu Daqiang spoke, a look of satisfaction unconsciously appeared on his face.

"Oh, this doesn't seem like him at all!" Zhang Zetian said jokingly.

"Hey, I can finally relax now that he's like this. Most people use calligraphy for entertainment, but he's made it his main profession."

"I'm so worried about this."

Taking advantage of Zhu Fei's absence, Zhu Daqiang vented a little of the pent-up frustration he had accumulated over the years.

Zhang Zetian laughed heartily: "It's not that there aren't people who make a living through calligraphy, but there are indeed very few. I thought his talent was really good, so I taught him..."

He choked up as soon as he got to that point.

He stared blankly at the living room wall in front of him.

He remembered that the piece originally displayed there was Zhu Fei's most prized calligraphy, but Zhang Zetian kept saying that Zhu Fei's calligraphy was too mechanical and rigid, and that one should be able to create characters without having calligraphy in mind.

But today, he saw this calligraphy hanging on the wall.

It's absolutely astonishing.

Every time I see this character, I can feel many different emotions.

This has completely transcended his own calligraphy skills!

"Daqiang, did Zhu Fei also write this calligraphy?"

He couldn't wait to ask Zhu Daqiang.

"Huh?" Zhu Daqiang was taken aback. How did the conversation turn to calligraphy again?

However, he followed Zhang Zetian's gaze and found that it was a piece of calligraphy on the wall.

He mumbled, "You mean this? It must be Zhu Fei's recent work."