Chapter 2852 - 1769: Ginger Coke (2)

Chapter 2852: Chapter 1769: Ginger Coke (2)

Mentioning this...

Not only has she eaten it, but Shi Qianxi has also tried it, as well as Lan Peizhi, Tanki Liuli, and the Shi Zhenhua couple.

Oh.

Fang Qing bought it and sent it over.

So nice.

Making parents proud and giving children honor was an old aspiration.

Now Boss Jiang could absolutely consider a brand new vision.

For example.

——World unity and world peace～

"Fish cake? It’s right there in the dish. Aha, so Sister-in-law likes eating fish cake, I’ll make sure to send her plenty next time."

"Even delicacies like those can get tiresome if eaten too often. Sometimes distance enhances the beauty."

Li Shuru raised her glass.

Hong Xiaoyu restrained the instinct to frown, forced himself to drink, and after a sip, immediately grabbed the ginger cola he had poured earlier.

"Is this really good?"

Li Shuru looked at him, her expression serious and full of innocent curiosity, "Pour me a glass too."

Hong Xiaoyu froze, his face flushed red, but thankfully he was upright enough not to resort to any of those cheeky tricks on the drinking table, otherwise, he’d have been thoroughly embarrassed.

But his sister-in-law truly had keen observation.

Indeed, if you lack the skills, don’t pretend to have a bodhisattva’s heart.

Could an ordinary person even become his sister-in-law?

Duan Xueying played the waitress, immediately getting up to pour cola, with no trace of the airs a rich young miss should have, no need for praise, as it had nothing to do with family upbringing. Facing these two across from her, she really couldn’t maintain any facade.

To put it bluntly, not even her father could act on his own terms if he were here.

"Thank you."

Li Shuru gave a soft smile to Duan Xueying, who had been perfect up to this moment, and then tried the cola, nodding, "Learned another craft."

"Haha, it’s quite simple, just don’t put in too much ginger."

"How is your uncle doing now?"

Li Shuru put down her warm cola.

"My uncle?"

Hong Xiaoyu was taken off guard.

"What was his name again?"

Li Shuru wore a thoughtful look, "His last name is Zhang, right?"

Hong Xiaoyu caught on, "Zhang Zhongquan?"

"Yes."

Hong Xiaoyu was surprised, never expecting her to know about this matter, so he tentatively asked, "Did my brother tell you?"

Li Shuru smiled, "Does he really need to tell me such things?"

"Sister-in-law, you truly have divine skills."

Hong Xiaoyu seized the opportunity to flatter her; compliments never fail even if logic does. He wasn’t someone who liked to flatter, but not liking it didn’t mean he couldn’t do it.

Everyone can be flexible, no one is truly inflexible, they just need a particular environment and a specific person.

Hong Xiaoyu didn’t think much of it, though Fang Qing, chewing on lotus root, felt an indescribable feeling growing stronger within her.

Does "acting guilty" inevitably lead to a guilty conscience?

Fang Qing chewed silently.

It must be her own psychological response.

"My uncle was transferred to Xinghuo Medical, and since then, his condition has been stable. The doctor said he’s much better than when he first arrived, but there’s still no independent consciousness. When he can wake up, they still can’t determine, but there is a possibility of regaining consciousness."

Getting to this, Hong Xiaoyu casually asked, "Could that brain-machine interface be applied to such vegetative patients?"

"Yes."

Li Shuru answered nonchalantly.

"So, sister-in-law, given our current technology, is it possible?"

"Of course."

Hong Xiaoyu was stunned because her answer was so effortlessly crisp.

"Think it, do it, and there’s a chance it will come true."

Hong Xiaoyu was lost, moved by her generosity of spirit.

Indeed.

As they say, one gets influenced by those they are close to.

"I toast to you, sister-in-law."

Moved, even if it’s hard to swallow, it doesn’t matter.

"Clink～"

Glasses collided, making a crisp sound,

"Hiss――"

Another bout of awkward expressions, Hong Xiaoyu quickly moved his chopsticks to suppress the alcohol’s effect on his body, and as he looked at the stinky mandarin fish between his chopsticks, he suddenly turned, "Sister Fang Qing, you’re not eating the stinky mandarin fish either?"

Not trying the stir-fried spicy pig intestines I get; after all, they’re rather greasy, but stinky mandarin fish is sister Fang Qing’s favorite, after all.

"Don’t mind me."

Looking at the vividly colored stinky mandarin fish, Fang Qing’s delicate brows involuntarily scrunched with a repulsion stronger than when she dined with Tong Dan. Every cell in her body seemed to be resisting.

Hong Xiaoyu, of course, noticed her behavior, quite puzzled; sister Fang Qing made it seem as if he was holding a mouse instead of fish.

No.

Sister Fang Qing is not a timid girl; she’s not afraid of mice at all, has never been since she was young.

In fact, the boys, including his brother, were the ones scared.

One summer holiday, he remembered very well, Uncle Fang caught two mice in traps. Fang Qing put them in the rabbit cage and then took them to visit his brother. When he and his cousin were woken up from a nap, they saw two pairs of black eyes staring at them through the cage, his brother almost jumped out of the bedroom window in fright.

Of course.

His own reaction was no less.

He was scared to tears.

Since that time, sister Fang Qing had established utmost authority in his heart, the belief etched into his genes——never to provoke this woman.

Thus said.

For his cousin and sister Fang Qing to reach this point, it was probably not just one person’s problem.

His cousin’s childhood and adolescence were just too thrilling, and often, the pain from that period needs a lifetime to heal～

"You said you understand sister Fang Qing."

Li Shuru chimed in, "You’ve ordered all the wrong dishes."

The stinky mandarin fish was slowly returned to his bowl. Hong Xiaoyu had grievances he couldn’t voice, even felt aggrieved as he thought he had ordered according to sister Fang Qing’s taste...

Could it be that.

Sister Fang Qing’s solidified nature kicked in again, that devilish trait acted up? Could she be putting on an act?

Hong Xiaoyu kept sneaking glances at Fang Qing, trying to spot a flaw.

"Order some different dishes then."

Li Shuru said, tilting her head.

Fang Qing realized her reaction was too obvious and felt sorry for Hong Xiaoyu. If she could endure it, she would have. For instance, someone who dislikes stinky tofu can still swallow a piece if forced, but that biological instinct covering every cell, she simply couldn’t control.

Let alone eating it, the smell alone made her want to vomit.

As it turns out.

People are extremely fragile.

Sometimes they can’t even control their own bodies.

The so-called willpower is vulnerable before certain forces.

"I’ll just eat something lighter."

Qing Gege was rational, rather than covering it up, she decided to be straightforward.

"Is sister Fang Qing not feeling well today?"

Confirming she wasn’t putting on an act, Hong Xiaoyu immediately asked with concern.

"Just that the drive was a bit long, nothing to fuss about, alright?"

Fang Qing played it cool, but when it came to acting chops, if we put aside these juniors like Hong Xiaoyu, she wouldn’t stand a chance among the same level.

If Boss Jiang had been here too, he’d see right through Qing Mei in a glance.

Fortunately, he wasn’t brought along.

"Could it be a fever? Sister-in-law, feel Fang Qing’s forehead."

See.

Even Hong Xiaoyu sensed something was off.

"Sister Fang Qing isn’t a child, she can take care of herself. It’s just the dishes you ordered."

Li Shuru didn’t actually reach over, summing it up with one sentence:

"You’re not allowed to order food anymore."

That’s what you call emotional intelligence.

The attention on Fang Qing was discreetly redirected.

Yet Fang Qing didn’t seem grateful, appearing more preoccupied.

"My bad."

Hong Xiaoyu didn’t mention feeling wronged.

"I’ll punish myself with a sip."

Li Shuru kept a straight face.

Hong Xiaoyu felt his eye twitch unconsciously, but he still said nothing more, taking a deep breath, and picked up his glass.

"Hiss――"

"That’s better."

Li Shuru smiled with satisfaction, then picked up Fang Qing’s bowl, "If the dishes aren’t to your taste, then sister Fang Qing, have more soup."

Fang Qing said nothing, watching, her eyes like water stirred by the wind, ripples spreading.

Perhaps.

The couple didn’t notice.

Yet she keenly felt that the one kindly serving her soup was even more enigmatic.