Chapter Five Hundred Forty-Eight: The Sang Family Virus
…Should Aunt Yu teach her how to cook?
But suddenly asking Aunt Yu to teach her how to cook would definitely raise suspicions, right?
After leaving Xu Hongyi’s residence, Shi Qingyan began to fret.
She had no idea why Xu Hongyi was so obsessed with cooking, but Shi Qingyan could tell that she was already a bit stuck in her own thoughts.
Unfortunately, not being able to persuade her, she could only obediently follow her orders.
What was even scarier was that until now, Shi Qingyan still couldn’t understand what this woman was really thinking.
Perhaps the Primordial Deities had a different way of thinking. Xu Hongyi’s actions now seemed particularly bizarre in Shi Qingyan’s eyes.
If she said she liked Young Master Sang, then how could liking someone lead to this?
If she wanted to please Young Master Sang, there was no need to become so frantic over not succeeding, right?
If it had to be said, Shi Qingyan felt that Xu Hongyi had a terrifying, oppressive possessiveness towards Young Master Sang.
This possessiveness, while not overtly shown, was precisely because it hid in every action of hers that made it all the more chilling.
Fish-fragrant shredded pork was just a dish.
She was now madly repeating this dish simply hoping that Young Master Sang would remember her flavor.
“How scary…” Shi Qingyan sighed silently.
Suddenly, a greeting from behind startled her: “Senior Sister Shi? Where have you been?”
Turning her head to see Yan Rouwan in an instant, Shi Qingyan patted her chest nervously: “You scared me… How did you catch up?”
“I heard you got called away by Xu Hongyi this morning. I was a bit worried about you.”
Yan Rouwan asked concernedly, “Did she do anything to you?”
“Ah? No.”
“Don’t worry, if you suffered any grievances, you must bravely speak out. I will definitely stand up for you, Senior Sister Shi.”
Shi Qingyan: “…Could you not make it sound like I was violated or something?”
Actually, the two were just joking. After the joke, the atmosphere lightened a bit.
“Speaking of which, aren’t you also not very good at cooking?”
Yan Rouwan blinked: “I dare to cook, but do you dare to eat?”
“…”
Remembering that Yan Rouwan’s cooking skills probably weren’t much better than Xu Hongyi’s, Shi Qingyan’s beautiful eyes suddenly sparkled as she thought of something.
If asking Xu Hongyi to learn cooking from Aunt Yu by herself would seem awkward and suspicious.
Then what if she brought Yan Rouwan along, or even more people?
That wouldn’t seem as strange, right?
“Senior Sister Shi? What are you thinking?”
“I’m thinking,” Shi Qingyan suddenly turned serious, looking into Yan Rouwan’s eyes, “we can’t go on like this.”
Yan Rouwan: “…Huh?”
“We are relying too much on Aunt Yu and Little Ying, with no sense of crisis. Every day we just wait for food and clothing, thinking it’s enough to leave such matters to those good at it.”
“That kind of thinking is wrong!”
“We should learn from Long Huan, take the initiative to learn cooking, and help Little Ying and Aunt Yu share the burden of housework!”
Seeing Shi Qingyan suddenly looking like a passionate heroine, Yan Rouwan was confused: “Wait, Senior Sister Shi, did you grab the wrong script?”
“Just think about it.”
Shi Qingyan sighed: “What if one day in the future, Little Ying is pregnant with a second child, and Aunt Yu and Long Huan are pregnant at the same time?”
Yan Rouwan: “…Is Young Master Sang really that good at sowing seeds?”
“Then all three will need someone to take care of them. What will we do? Just wait to starve?”
Yan Rouwan: “Uh, shouldn’t we just hire a few servants—”
“So! We need to start cultivating a sense of crisis now, learning some cooking skills to the best of our abilities.”
Shi Qingyan firmly patted Yan Rouwan’s shoulder: “I plan to apply to Little Ying for us to hold a ‘Culinary Skills Training Competition’ at the Sang family.”
“With Little Ying and Aunt Yu as the judges, and Long Huan as the referee, to give us lazy folks a good lesson.”
“I’m not that lazy! I help Aunt Yu with housework often!” Yan Rouwan felt a bit overwhelmed, “Isn’t this just torturing Senior Sister Si and the Sect Leader? Why drag me into this!”
“And absolutely no one will participate. Just Senior Sister Si and the Sect Leader, one too lazy and the other too introverted.”
“Don’t worry.” Shi Qingyan shook her head: “As long as the reward is high enough, they’ll definitely participate.”
Yan Rouwan blinked. Was there a prize for this internal competition of the Sang family?
“…The winner can enjoy seven days alone with Young Master Sang.”
“What kind of ridiculous reward is that?!”
“Sigh, Yan Junior Sister, you don’t understand,” Shi Qingyan said sincerely, “Trust me. Whether it’s Senior Sister Si, the Sect Leader, or even Sister Yubing, they’ll definitely participate upon hearing this.”
“Maybe we can also invite Sister Gu and Her Majesty the Empress and pull Meng Qiyan in as the bottom position—”
Yan Rouwan looked at Shi Qingyan in disbelief.
To be honest, the Shi Qingyan in front of her felt completely different from the cool and silent Shijie she remembered.
She never expected to hear the words “holding an event” from Shi Qingyan’s mouth one day.
“Senior Sister Shi, tell me honestly.”
Yan Rouwan asked suspiciously: “Have you caught some kind of Xu family enthusiasm virus? Why have you suddenly become inexplicably positive like Xu Hongyi?”
Shi Qingyan’s expression stiffened, then she laughed: “No, no. I just feel young looking at Sister Xu’s lively appearance.”
“Besides, our Sang family has been too busy with their own things lately, it’s been too calm. Occasionally having such activities to enhance family relationships isn’t a bad thing.”
…Are you sure it’s about enhancing relationships and not about ending up in fights? Yan Rouwan looked at her speechlessly.
“Let’s go.”
Shi Qingyan said seriously: “Let’s go apply to Little Ying.”
“Even if you say that, no matter what, Little Ying would definitely not agree to such a strange event—”
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“Great, I approve. Let’s do it tomorrow afternoon,” Zhang Xiaoying said.
Yan Rouwan: “…Huh?”
“Such activities that can enhance the Sang family’s bond should be permanent in the future,” Zhang Xiaoying chuckled, “From now on, we can hold similar events every month, and the winner gets a special night with the Husband as a reward.”
“Agreed.” Long Huan cheered.
Yu Xia also smiled: “Madam Meng happens to be on vacation, she would definitely love this reward.”
Tang Yubbing nodded: “We can invite Sister Gu and Her Majesty the Empress too; the more people, the more lively it will be.”
Hua Jianglian exchanged glances with Si Jingzhu.
The two subtly sparked with competition in their eyes.
Clearly, both were planning to outdo each other, at least not wanting to be at the bottom in this game.
Bai Ming, who was still in her postpartum period, pouted in dissatisfaction: “I want to participate too…”
“You can wait for the next time. Just focus on recovering your health first,” Shi Qingyan comforted her.
Seeing that nearly everyone unanimously approved this activity, Yan Rouwan suddenly realized something in shock.
…Xu Hongyi isn’t the virus at all.
Young Master Sang is.
Why does it seem like as soon as they hear they can enjoy Young Master Sang alone, everyone gets all excited like ants crawling on them?
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