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Chapter 5 - What Mrs. Zhou Should Do

The next morning, Liang Jia was awakened by the alarm clock the moment the sun appeared in the east.

When he saw the three words "Waking Wine Soup" on the note, he could not help but sigh and shake his head helplessly.

He got up and cleaned himself up before quietly entering the kitchen.

Rinse and slice ginger and pueraria. Boil and add vinegar and brown sugar. As she was doing this, Liang Jia thought back to the word 'virtuous' that Zhou Xing Chen had uttered last night. She felt that she had really agreed with this adjective.

However, thanks to what he had said last night, Mother Zhou could only wave her hand to let them rest. She also gave them instructions for her to wake up early the next morning to make wine.

Breakfast was served along with the soup, and Zhou Xing Chen and Liang Wenrui were already standing at the long table, fully dressed.

Liang Jia placed the fried eggs and toast in front of the two of them and arranged the tableware. Zhou Xing Chen was about to move his chopsticks when he suddenly sniffed with his nose and frowned as he pointed at the bowl of brown liquid in front of her. "What's that strange smell?" "What is this?"

"Wake Wine Soup." In the Zhou Family, Liang Jia had always answered whenever she was asked a question. She tested the temperature of the bowl, then carefully placed it in front of him. "You'll feel better if you drink it."

"That's it?" Zhou Xing Chen looked at the floating bowl of ginger powder with disgust. "I've already woken up, so there's no need to drink."

"Just drink when I tell you to." Liang Wenrui, who had been silent all this time, opened his mouth and pushed the bowl towards his son, "Little Jia got up early in the morning to make it for you — didn't you have a drinking headache before? It's always good to try. "

Since his mother had spoken, Zhou Xing Chen could not disobey.

"It's nothing." He couldn't get angry with his mother, so he could only glance at Liang Jia in displeasure before raising the bowl and drinking from it.

As soon as he took a sip, the spicy and sweet taste spread through his taste buds. It was hard to say what the taste was.

Zhou Xing Chen bit his lips and slowly swallowed it down, his beautiful sword-like eyebrows creasing slightly.

"What's wrong?" Liang Wenrui had been observing his son's expression the entire time. At this moment, he naturally understood what was wrong.

Zhou Xing Chen frowned and wiped his mouth with a napkin before taking a sip of the milk on the table. "It's bad taste."

Liang Jia felt a little uneasy.

Under these circumstances, no matter who was at fault, Mrs. Zhou would immediately blame her.

She opened her mouth and tried to convince the two of them with science, "The soup doesn't taste good to begin with!"

"I think it's time for you to improve your culinary skills, right?" Before she could finish, Liang Wenrui interrupted her coldly. "It's been too long since we've cooked. Are you out of practice?"

The familiar sternness again.

Over the years, Liang Jia had already formed a habitual response. Although she didn't necessarily agree, her body still uncontrollably shrank back. "No, Mom."

Liang Wenrui waved his hand, indicating that he didn't want to hear her explanation. She thought for a moment, then said with a heavy tone, "I'll have to register for your cooking class. What else can I do about Xing Chen?"

"I …" Liang Jia still wanted to say something, but he truly couldn't find the appropriate words to say.

In this family, Liang Wenrui had always been a queen. It seemed that there had never been a right or wrong, only obedience.

The atmosphere at the table became a little depressing.

"Mom, asking her to do this is indeed a waste of her talent." Zhou Xing Chen's expression was solemn. As soon as his unhappy expression faded, he regained his usual calm demeanor. "Cooking is the work of a servant. How can you let Madame Zhou learn the culinary arts?"

"Oh?" Liang Wenrui's attention was diverted away because Zhou Xing Chen rarely said the word "Mrs. Zhou." "Then according to you, what should Mrs. Zhou do?"

Zhou Xing Chen cut the fried egg into small pieces and used a silver fork to put the last piece of protein into his mouth. Glancing at the woman in front of him who was at a loss of what to do, he spoke indifferently, "Mrs. Zhou? Mrs. Zhou just needs to learn how to serve her husband in bed. "

These words were spoken straightforwardly. For a moment, Liang Wenrui and Liang Jia were both frozen on the spot.

He wiped his mouth with a tissue and adjusted his tie before heading to the entrance to change his shoes.