If you are asked to be a professional bootlicker, you will turn the goddess into a clown?

Zhang Yang opened the bag and saw that fortunately, she only bought a few simple dishes today. Compared with the last time when she filled up the refrigerator with dishes, it could even be said to be very simple.

A cheapest carp, two tomatoes and two eggs, a corn, a carrot, a pork rib, and some vegetables.

It shouldn't take much time to make all these dishes yourself.

He smiled slightly and said, "I'll take care of the dishes. You just wait in the living room and act like a first-class waiter."

Su Rui was stunned: "What is a first-class person?"

Zhang Yang pulled her to sit on the sofa: "Before, you waited for get off work to end, waited for meals, waited for sleep, so you were a third-class person. Now you only need to wait for me, so you are a first-class person."

Zhang Yang's words made Su Rui's nose sore. These words touched her heart. What she liked most was that Zhang Yang could give her the feeling of home.

She nodded and said, "Then you go ahead and do your work. I'll get ready and wait for you in the living room."

Zhang Yang didn't care what she meant by "a little preparation". He took the ingredients and went straight into the kitchen to cook.

The kitchen still uses bottled liquefied petroleum gas, and there is an old-fashioned exhaust fan on the window that makes a "buzzing" sound when it turns.

The kitchen utensils here are all available, but just like the house, everything is old-fashioned pots and pans. No one knows where Suri got these things, and they seem out of place for her no matter how you look at them.

Zhang Yang started to get busy in the kitchen, braising the longevity fish, making scrambled eggs with tomatoes, making soup with radish and corn, and stir-frying the vegetables.

Just like last time, Suri was watching his back outside the kitchen. There were several times when she wanted to go up to him and hug him from behind like a wife.

But she still held back. She recalled that night when she pretended to fall asleep and Zhang Yang took her hand away and quietly left the room. She knew he still had some grudge in his heart.

She felt that her last confession might have been too hasty, and perhaps their relationship needed more patience to nurture.

She brought Zhang Yang here today to let him know her past. Since she treated him so attentively, he would definitely love her more in the future.

Zhang Yang cooked very quickly, and the food was ready half an hour later. When he brought the food to the table, he was stunned.

There were four sets of bowls and chopsticks placed on the four sides of the dining table, all filled with hot rice.

He looked at Su Rui puzzledly and asked, "Are there any other guests coming today?"

Su Rui smiled, sat down at the table and said, "Zhang Yang, sit opposite me. Today is our first time eating at home. There is a set of bowls and chopsticks that belong to Dad. He will eat with us tonight."

Zhang Yang frowned and looked at the photo hanging in the living room. It was indeed facing one of the seats on the dining table, just to Su Rui's left.

He felt that eating like this was a bit creepy. Even if you were lighting a stick of incense at home to pay tribute to your father, what was the big deal about a living person eating at the same table with a photo?

But this was not the strangest part. He shifted his gaze to another position and asked tentatively, "Then... there is another position. Whose is it?"

Unexpectedly, Su Rui just chuckled and said, "Why are you asking such a silly question? Is there any need to ask this?"

Zhang Yang was stunned. You put four sets of bowls and chopsticks for two people to eat. You actually asked this question? Are you challenging my psychological limit?

He asked tentatively: "Is it...your mother's?"

Su Rui's smile disappeared instantly, her face darkened and she said, "I won't allow you to mention that woman in front of me from now on. Besides, she's not dead yet."

In the past, Zhang Yang had only heard Su Rui mention her father, but she had never mentioned her mother. It seemed that there must be some unpleasant past in their family, which made her want to completely forget even her own mother.

However, this is not the point. The point is, who the hell does this set of bowls and chopsticks belong to? This makes the already weird atmosphere even more terrifying.

"Why are you still standing there? Sit down and eat." Su Rui urged him.

Zhang Yang finally came to his senses and sat down opposite her. He looked at the photos hanging in the living room, then looked at the empty seat on the other side, and shuddered involuntarily.

It seems that the price asked for this business was too low before!

Su Rui looked at the four dishes one by one, took a deep breath of the aroma of the food, and a look of anticipation appeared on his face.

She raised her beautiful eyes and looked at Zhang Yang and said, "You know what? My family was poor when I was a child. Today's meals are what we ate during the Chinese New Year."

Zhang Yang thought, it seems that her economic conditions were indeed not very good when she was a child, and the food in the orphanage during the New Year might be better than this.

But now she is a female billionaire with a net worth of more than one billion. Sometimes the gap between people is really bigger than the gap between people and dogs.

She picked up a piece of carrot and put it in the bowl where her father was sitting. She looked at the photo in the living room and said, "Dad, try Zhang Yang's corn and carrot soup."

She picked up another piece of fish and put it in the bowl on the other side: "You like fish, this is yours."

Zhang Yang suddenly felt that the tone of her voice at this moment seemed a little familiar and special, as if it was the tone of someone who had a very special relationship with her.

Could it be... talking to Su Qing? No, isn't Su Qing one of the personalities in her body? Why does she need to set out a separate set of bowls and chopsticks?

Suri picked up a piece of tomato and put it in her mouth. She chewed it slowly. Just like the last time she ate, a look of satisfaction appeared on her face, even a little touched.

"It's really similar."

"Like what?" Zhang Yang asked curiously.

"Your scrambled eggs with tomatoes taste really like what dad made." Suri said as he took another bite of tomato.

The corner of Zhang Yang's mouth twitched. He didn't know whether it was good or bad that he cooked like her father, but as a professional bootlicker, as long as the client was happy, it was fine.

Su Rui seemed to be in a good mood today. She talked and laughed with Zhang Yang during the meal, and even mentioned some interesting projects she was investing in.

Occasionally, she would pick up some food for the two people sitting next to her. There was so much food piled in their bowls that it was about to fall out, but she kept putting more food in. The atmosphere was extremely weird.

After finishing the meal with a nervous mood, Zhang Yang was about to clear the table, but Su Rui actually took the initiative to clean the table and wash the dishes.

This was really the first time in history. Zhang Yang thought it was just a temporary mood on her part, so he was happy to relax and just sat alone in the living room.

Fang sat down on the sofa in the living room, and his eyes were attracted by a photo on the TV cabinet opposite. "Thanks to the fake artist, I am Fok's reward, I will ensure the quality of the content!"