Chapter 217
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What was wrong with this fellow now? Was he experiencing menopause?
She pouted and cast her spoon aside . She held the bowl and drank the soup directly from it .
She finished and smacked her lips in satisfaction before wiping her mouth with the back of her hand .
She had fun with the children in the afternoon, and she hadn't felt so cheered up in ages .
She decided not to hold a grudge against him regarding his terrible attitude for fear it would affect her current mood .
She finished the meal and helped Aunt Zhang clear the dishes away .
Aunt Zhang declined her help, but Xuxu insisted . She put on a floral apron and a pair of gloves to scrub the dishes .
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And she scrutinized each piece of cutlery under the light before disinfecting them .
After washing the dishes, she saw Aunt Zhang kneading dough at another corner . "Aunt Zhang, why are you kneading dough this late at night?"
She went over and peered curiously at Aunt Zhang as she kneaded it skillfully .
Not only was she an excellent cook, Aunt Zhang was also skilled at making food from flour . She would always make the skins for the dumplings herself .
She could make buns and steamed rolls too; nothing was too daunting for her .
Aunt Zhang spoke cheerfully as she kneaded . "Third Young Master didn't eat much during dinner earlier on . I'm afraid he might be hungry later, so I'm making him some handmade noodles for supper . "
She remembered that when she had just entered the Yan family, Aunt Zhang was young and plump . Years flew by, and her skin had become sunken and wrinkly .
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She and Yan Rusheng both loved eating her handmade noodles, which tasted delectable .
Xuxu stared at Aunt Zhang's wrinkled hands, and a sudden whim hit her . She snatched the dough from her and grinned . "Let me help you . "
Aunt Zhang didn't stop her, and instead guided her step by step .
Except for controlling the heat, Xuxu effortlessly mastered the technique and cooked the noodles to perfection .
Under Aunt Zhang's guidance, she managed to make a bowl of handmade noodles from scratch .
Xuxu garnished it with some scallion, and she burst with pride when she saw her masterpiece .
"Aunt Zhang, what do you think of this?" She pointed at the noodles with satisfaction as she tried to fish for compliments from Aunt Zhang .
Aunt Zhang gave her a thumbs-up . "Miss, you are indeed capable, be it at the workplace or in the kitchen . "
Her mission complete, Xuxu felt pleased . She passed the bowl to Aunt Zhang . "Hurry and bring it upstairs, I'll do the dishes . "
Aunt Zhang, however, didn't take it . "Let the servant wash them . You should send this personally to Third Young Master . "
Both of them finally had some 'development' after so long . Aunt Zhang needed to create more opportunities for them to get closer to each other .
A wonderful and timely opportunity such as sending supper to her husband would be wasted if someone else were to do it .
Most importantly, that bowl of noodles had been prepared by Xuxu; it was extra thoughtful .
"Hmmm . . . " Xuxu glanced at the bowl and hesitated . She nodded as though she was forced to . "Alright then . "
She couldn't guarantee he would eat it if she were the one to send it up .
As expected, Yan Rusheng was in the study . After she got his permission, she entered the room .
Sitting at his work desk, he stared at the computer screen while moving the mouse . He held a cigarette in the other hand as his peach blossom-shaped eyes squinted at the screen with a frown .
He seemed to be troubled .
The smell of tobacco pervaded the air in the room . Xuxu slowly strolled towards him as she tried to decipher what was on his mind .
He'd been acting strangely and looked troubled ever since dinner yesterday .
What had happened?
Her footsteps became louder, and Yan Rusheng moved his vision away from the screen towards Xuxu who stood in front of him .