Era: You're asked to cook a home-style dish, but you cook Wellington.

"You dare!"

Gao Yang and Qian Liu were immediately enraged and stepped forward.

Gao Yang took a deep breath, and even with his calm demeanor, he couldn't help but feel a surge of anger.

Qian Liu was even more agitated, gripping the gun handle inside the holster with his right hand, ready to draw his gun and shoot this son of a bitch at the slightest movement.

At worst, I'll trade my life for yours!

"Boss Xiao, I'll say it again: don't be too arrogant, or you'll end up getting yourself killed here."

Gao Yang narrowed his eyes, his gaze filled with murderous intent.

Qian Liu snorted coldly.

"Gao Yang, why be polite to this thing? His bodyguards have my men stop him, and then the two of us will join forces to plant this bastard in the ground like a ginseng seedling."

Qian Liu practically spat out the sentence through gritted teeth, his entire being radiating a murderous aura that sent chills down anyone's spine.

"Brother Qian, don't rush. Taking him down is easy, but the key is the Xiao family behind him. That's the real troublesome thing."

Gao Yang raised his hand to stop Qian Liu's actions.

"If this guy dared to come, he must have a backup plan. Killing him now will only cause us more trouble. It's better to let him live for now."

"Okay, whatever you say."

Qian Liu straightened up and slowly put his right hand into his trouser pocket.

Only then did the oppressive atmosphere on the field slowly dissipate.

Xiao Jianyuan's eyebrows twitched.

Although he had a backup plan, the murderous aura he just exuded was something that most people couldn't withstand.

He couldn't help but look at Qian Liu with newfound respect. When he saw the other man's gaze sweep over him, he felt inexplicably uneasy and immediately looked away.

There was no way around it; everyone is equal before a bullet, and at least he felt he hadn't lived enough yet.

But remembering Xiao Zhenguo's orders, he swallowed hard and said, "Anyway, I'll be blunt today: if Su Wanqing doesn't cook this meal for me, I'll destroy the Su family."

He took a deep breath and looked at Su Wanqing, but his words lacked some of his previous force and were far less assertive.

"You fucking!"

Qian Liu raised his hand and started cursing. If Gao Yang hadn't stopped him, he would have kicked Xiao Jianyuan in the face.

"Money swindler!"

Su Wanqing spoke up to remind her, her voice cold.

Qian Miao stopped what he was doing, glared fiercely at Xiao Jianyuan, and then reluctantly walked behind Su Wanqing, standing there without saying a word.

"Gao Yang, teach me how to do it."

She walked over to Gao Yang, took his hand, and said gently, "I've never been in a kitchen before, so you can teach me how to cook."

If it weren't for the unusual setting, Gao Yang would have thought they were filming some kind of idol drama.

Indeed, logically speaking, there's no way a man would let a woman into the kitchen, but the situation is different now.

Gao Yang nodded.

That's fine, at least they can't do anything under our noses. As for this meal...

Heh, he'll get his revenge eventually.

Sitting in the chair, Xiao Jianyuan was also worried that something unexpected might happen.

After all, the person had just tried to kill him. If the other person put something nefarious in the food, he would really be ruined here.

Thinking this through, he straightened his expression, attempting to regain his composure.

"Let's go see what delicious food Boss Su is going to make for me!"

A large group of people marched towards the inner kitchen, making such a great commotion that all the Nangong family members who passed by gave way.

"Alright, I'll sit here and give you half an hour. The outcome is in your hands."

Along the way, Xiao Jianyuan has become much calmer.

In that short time, he realized that Gao Yang and that Qian Miao had been bluffing all along.

Although the Su family has methods to make people disappear without anyone noticing, who am I?

As the head of the Xiao family, he is under great scrutiny. If he doesn't show up for a period of time, there must be something wrong.

Moreover, this is the Nangong family's residence, and regardless of Nangong Ming's stance, he would never allow himself to disappear here.

Thinking of this, Xiao Jianyuan was so angry that his teeth itched.

"You little wench, you dare to scare me? Let's see how I deal with you."

He plopped down on Nangong Xun's bench, watching Su Wanqing's back with a smirk and a mocking look in his eyes.

In fact, no matter how delicious the meal was, he would not let the Su family and the Nangong family have an easy time.

There was no other way; the Xiao family needed to expand, and the Su and Nangong families were the best sources of nourishment. There was absolutely no reason to keep them around.

Inside the kitchen, Nangong Hong had already decided what she was going to do, and the cleaver in her hand had already left afterimages.

"Gao Yang, what are we doing?"

Su Wanqing looked at Gao Yang.

Gao Yang looked at the ingredients on the table and pondered for a moment.

To be honest, he was a million times unwilling to teach Su Wanqing how to cook, especially to cook for such a scumbag.

However, if he didn't do it, the Su family's situation might get even worse. Although he knew this guy wouldn't be up to anything good, he didn't dare to gamble.

At least for now, we can't gamble.

"We're making fried noodles."

Suddenly, Su Wanqing spoke softly.

Gao Yang was somewhat surprised and didn't understand why Su Wanqing wanted to make fried noodles, but he still nodded, picked up the noodles on the table, and handed them over.

"Wait, Boss Xiao said that all the work must be done by Boss Su, you are not allowed to do anything."

The bodyguard in the bright yellow jacket sneered.

He knew that the whole thing was to humiliate Su Wanqing, so naturally he wanted to show off in front of Xiao Jianyuan.

Sure enough, Xiao Jianyuan's face broke into a wide grin when he heard his bodyguard say that.

"That's right. It's such a small matter that Gao Yang has to do it. Boss Su is obviously not sincere. If that's the case, I'm not willing to protect the Su family."

His voice reached Gao Yang's ears, causing Gao Yang to frown involuntarily.

It's a bit unreasonable to expect someone who has never cooked before to make delicious dishes without allowing anyone to help.

Su Wanqing gave him a reassuring look and started doing it herself.

Everyone has their own opinion on fried noodles, but the best one is always the one downstairs from your own building.

"Gao Yang, let me tell you, when I was a kid, nobody took care of me. I would go downstairs to the fried noodle stall whenever I had nothing to do. Just smelling the aroma of the fried noodles made me feel less hungry."

"The stall owner was very nice. He would ask me every day if I had eaten enough, and he would bring me a plate of fried noodles all the time."

"I still remember how fragrant and soft his fried noodles were, and the slightly spicy taste was really satisfying."

"I've always thought that was the best thing I've ever eaten in my life."

Thinking of this, Su Wanqing couldn't help but smile.

She saw the pot heat up, with wisps of smoke floating in the air.

She scooped up a spoonful of rapeseed oil, poured it into the pan, and then cracked an egg into it.

"Sizzle."

The eggs quickly set in the pan, and bubbles rose as they came into contact with the hot oil.

She quickly scrambled the eggs and added some side dishes.

However, since it was her first time in the kitchen, her movements were a little clumsy, her wrists trembled slightly, and her cheeks were flushed slightly by the heat from the stove.

"Haha, Boss Su, are you stir-frying noodles or wasting ingredients? How are you going to take care of me like this? You still need to practice."

Xiao Jianyuan lay half-reclined on the recliner, arms crossed, laughing so hard he was doubled over, his tone full of sarcasm.

At this point, he stopped pretending; he had long since come to regard Su Wanqing as his plaything.

"Boss Su, with your skills, you can't even make fried noodles? How about you consider working with me? As long as you agree to my conditions and take good care of me, I guarantee you'll never have to worry about food or clothing."

Su Wanqing ignored his words and didn't even glance at him.

She focused all her attention on the fried noodles in front of her.

Because she knew that the scene before her had a very special meaning for her, and it was something she had to do well no matter what.