Addicted to Love, Mr. Fu’s Newly Married Wife

Chapter 1350 The old lady is disgusted again

Xu Xiaoxiao walked hurriedly through the streets bathed in the afterglow of the setting sun. She was worried about the old lady at home, and her pace unconsciously quickened a bit.

The wind from the street corner gently blew through the loose hair on her forehead, bringing with it a hint of imperceptible worry.

Back home, the kitchen became her battlefield.

The flames on the gas stove danced happily, and the hot oil in the iron pot rolled and made a sizzling sound, as if urging time to pass.

She took out the ingredients she had just bought, picked and washed the vegetables. Her cooking skills were not very good, and only Fu Yanchen could eat it. She didn't know if the old lady could eat it.

Just at this moment, the cell phone rang suddenly, interrupting this concentration.

The three words "Fu Yanchen" flashed on the screen. Xu Xiaoxiao's hand paused slightly, and the spatula stirred in the pot unconsciously, her thoughts flying.

She took a deep breath and finally pressed the answer button, her voice still carrying a hint of urgency: "Hello? Fu Yanchen, what's wrong? I'm really busy right now, can you..."

Before he finished speaking, the noise in the kitchen had been clearly transmitted to him on the other end of the phone through the receiver. Fu Yanchen's voice was filled with confusion and concern: "Xiaoxiao, are you in the coffee shop? Are you cooking for them? Don't be busy, I'll book a private room for them, let's go out for dinner together?"

Hearing this, Xu Xiaoxiao raised a helpless smile at the corner of her mouth, looked gently at the fading sunset outside the window, and said softly: "No, I'm at home. I'm really busy. Look, the food in my pot is almost burnt. I'll contact you later, okay?"

After saying that, she hung up the phone in a hurry, fearing that if she said one more word, the tenderness that was about to overflow would be drowned out by her inadvertent panic.

The spatula fell into the pot again, colliding with the ingredients in a more rapid rhythm, as if she was silently expressing in her heart her persistence in the trivial yet precious life.

Fu Yanchen on the other end of the phone frowned unconsciously when he heard the busy tone, and a hint of contemplation flashed in his deep eyes.

He stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, looking at the bustling city outside, with an inexplicable emotion welling up in his heart.

Xu Xiaoxiao's slightly flustered yet gentle voice echoed in his ears for a long time, making him wonder, could it be that... the old lady hasn't left yet?

As the night deepens, the hustle and bustle of the city gradually fades away, but the two hearts quietly grow closer during this casual call.

Xu Xiaoxiao hung up the phone, gently put the spatula in her hand back on the stove, and then carefully brought the fried dishes to the table, which were steaming and fragrant.

She called out softly and carefully, "It's time to eat."

It was as if these words weighed a thousand pounds, making it difficult for her to speak.

The old lady sat upright on the sofa, leaning back slightly, leaning against the soft backrest.

She was holding tightly in her hands a yellowed photo album. The paper had become a little soft and the corners were slightly curled, obviously because it was frequently flipped through.

Hearing the voice, the old lady slowly raised her head, her eyes somewhat nonchalant, as if she was still immersed in the memories in the photo album.

Her eyes slowly swept over Xu Xiaoxiao, and finally stopped at her face. The corners of her mouth slightly raised, revealing a smile, and her tone was a little teasing: "Hey, who are you calling like that? How did Fu Yanchen teach you? You have no manners at all."

Xu Xiaoxiao's heart tightened and she suddenly felt a little embarrassed. She didn't expect the old lady to respond like this. For a moment, she was speechless and didn't know how to answer.

Her brows were slightly furrowed and her lips were pursed, as if she was not used to the situation.

After a moment's silence, Xu Xiaoxiao took a deep breath and tried to make her voice sound more determined.

She spoke again, and this time her voice was still soft, but a little more decisive: "Grandma... come and eat... I'll help you."

The old lady flashed a playful smile on her face, and then changed into a reluctant look: "You look unhappy, what's wrong? Do you think I'm a burden?"

Xu Xiaoxiao rolled her eyes helplessly, and a bitter smile appeared on the corner of her mouth: "No, grandma, don't think too much. Let's eat!"

The old lady didn't seem to be willing to give up. She sighed softly, with a hint of resentment in her eyes: "I know you are angry and don't want to support me. It's only because you feel guilty about your father that you have to accept me. I can understand. After all, we didn't show up when you were a child. So after dinner, I will leave."

Xu Xiaoxiao put down the chopsticks in her hand, her eyes became firm, "Alright, where are you going at this late hour? Indeed, I was a little uncomfortable at first. But please believe me, I will not let my father in heaven worry about you being alone when you are old. It's just that my cooking skills are really limited, and the food is not delicious, so you just have to make do with it for a few days. When I find a suitable nanny, you can have delicious food."

When the old lady heard that they needed to find a nanny, she immediately became anxious: "I said, no need to find a nanny!"

Xu Xiaoxiao shook her head gently, with a tone of unquestionable firmness: "Grandma, I can still afford a nanny. Otherwise, I can't stand running around like this every day. You...just stay here with peace of mind. I will do my best to take care of you. From now on, as long as I have something to eat, you won't be left without one."

After saying that, she lowered her head, picked up a bite of food, and chewed it carefully, as if she was savoring the ups and downs of life.

Seeing this, the stubbornness in the old lady's eyes gradually disappeared, replaced by a hint of compromise and helplessness.

She sighed softly, finally picked up the chopsticks, and began to taste the meal made by Xu Xiaoxiao. Indeed, it was not tasty. She didn't know how Fu Yanchen raised the child. Didn't he teach her how to cook?

"Isn't there a chef at Fu Yanchen's house to teach you how to cook?"

The old lady took a bite of the dish with chopsticks, tasted it, frowned, and looked dissatisfied. "This dish, sugar is added where salt should be added, and chili is added where sugar should be added. The taste is really weird."

Xu Xiaoxiao's expression changed slightly. She smiled awkwardly, and an indescribable feeling welled up in her heart: "He...his family does have chefs who cook. I was busy studying at that time and had no time to learn these."

The old lady heard this and a hint of doubt and curiosity flashed in her eyes: "Study? What kind of study can make you so busy that you don't even have time to cook?"

Xu Xiaoxiao's expression became a little complicated. She sighed softly, with a hint of bitterness in her voice. "Later, after graduating from high school, I thought it would be easier to go to college and have time to learn how to cook. But... I didn't expect that not long after I entered college, I was framed by Lu Jingjing and inexplicably went to jail. After I was released from prison, many things happened between Fu Yanchen and me. Between us... it can be said that we are at war until death. So, as you can see, how can I have time to learn how to cook?"

By the end of her speech, her voice had become a little low, and her eyes revealed a barely perceptible sadness.

After hearing this, the dissatisfaction on the old lady's face gradually disappeared, replaced by a complicated look.

She gently patted the back of Xu Xiaoxiao's hand, and her tone was somewhat comforting: "The past is the past, we have to look forward. As for cooking, if you don't know how, you can learn. Grandma can teach you."

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