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Hearing Ou Ziyang mention such a great man, Su Wangzheng remembered that her husband was already married. It was time for her to go home. Thus, she said to Ou Ziyang: "Speaking of husband, I'd better go home and see my husband."

"Zither, zither, are you really alright?" Hearing that Su Zhizheng wanted to go home, Ou Ziyang hurriedly asked.

"What?" Su Wangzheng smiled as she raised her eyebrows.

"I mean your husband, wouldn't he mind?" Ou Ziyang continued to ask.

Of course, Su Wangzheng knew what Ou Ziyang was worried about, so she smiled and said, "He can understand the business of the performing arts industry. "Don't worry."

"Oh, okay." Seeing that Su Wangzheng's zither was so casual, Ou Ziyang nodded and said, "Then let me send you back quickly."

Little Wang finally understood that Su Wangzheng was planning to return home, so she quickly said, "Boss, Sister Su, I don't think we're going in the right direction."

Ou Ziyang smiled and said, "Then why don't you turn around?"

"Oh." Little Wang helplessly replied. After driving for so long, he still had to return. He had been too engrossed in listening to their conversation that he forgot to ask where they were going.

After that, Su Wangzheng was driven home by Xiao Wang. When they arrived at the entrance of the residential complex, Su Wangzheng got off the car.

"You should go back and rest early as well." Su Wangzheng said to Ou Ziyang with a smile.

"Okay, I'll call you tomorrow morning." Ou Ziyang nodded and replied.

After that, he watched as Su Zhizheng went upstairs before instructing Little Wang to drive the car.

On the other side, Su Zhizheng got off the elevator and opened the door. Glancing into the living room, she noticed that Zhao Musheng and Zhao Chen were both there. Smiling, she changed into a pair of slippers and walked into the living room.

Seeing Zhao Chen Cheng and Zhao Musheng sitting side by side on the sofa, watching TV, Su Wangzheng guessed that they already knew about the press conference. "Heh heh." Su Wangzheng laughed dryly and walked to the sofa beside the two of them.

"Little girl, you've grown up. Hong Xing is already back, yet you still dare to swagger home like this?" Zhao Musheng glanced at Su Wanxuan's zither, who was tiptoeing towards them, and said with a sneer.

Zhao Chen Cheng also looked up in grief and indignation, her eyes glaring at Su Wangzheng. She said word by word, "Mom, you disappoint me." What do you want us to do now that our relationship has been announced to the outside world? "

Seeing how the father and son were acting, Su Wangzheng smiled and walked to the opposite sofa to sit down. At the same time, he said, "I came back to comfort you two, didn't I?"

Hearing Su Wangzheng's comforting words, Zhao Musheng and Zhao Musheng quickly looked at each other and then said in unison, "Alright, then you cook."

Such a common enemy? Su Wangzheng laughed in her heart. She already knew that this was something they had discussed a long time ago. Hmph, acting with an actor, they were still far from being able to pull it off.

Wasn't it because he wanted her to cook? However, the food she cooked was something ordinary people would not dare to eat. Thus, Su Wangzheng turned his head and stared at Zhao Musheng and Zhao Chen for a long time. Then, he said seriously, "You really want me to cook for you?" What if I drugged you to death? "

"Mom, you're not Pan Jinlian. "Don't be afraid, Father." When Zhao Chen saw Su Wansan's sneaky smile, she couldn't help but let out a laugh.

Zhao Musheng helplessly sighed, then looked at Su Wangzheng and said, "No, I feel that although your mom isn't as vicious as Pan Jinlian, her cooking skills are indeed limited."

"Then let's supervise her cooking from the side." Zhao Chen's eyes rolled when she heard this. She thought for a while, then said.

"Good idea." Zhao Musheng echoed.

Then, the two of them turned their cold gazes towards Su Wanzheng at the same time.

Didn't she say she was going to cook? Su Zhizheng sighed helplessly and said, "Hey, why do you think my life is so bitter?"

When Zhao Chen heard this, she carefully looked at Zhao Musheng and said, "Dad is much better than Wu Dalang. You're already blessed."

"Good son." When Zhao Musheng heard this, he smiled and patted his head to express his joy.

Then, he was forced to make a meal to apologize.

"Because Su Wanzheng's ability to coordinate her hands and feet is limited, we need her to do something easy." Zhao Musheng thought for a moment and suggested.

Upon hearing these words, Su Wangzheng happily suggested, "I think so. I know how to make instant noodles."

"Do you dare to change it?" Zhao Chen stuck out her tongue helplessly. The leader said.

"Cooked noodles?" "I'm a bit worried about cooking it." Su Wangzheng hesitated for a moment before rejecting her assumption.

This caused Zhao Musheng to be greatly vexed. Originally, it was all about how delicious food was and how much they could order if they wanted to eat. Now, it was like he was trying to guess what the chef might be cooking. If it was any other chef, it would have been alright, but for Su Wangzheng, Zhao Musheng said before he could faint, "Then let's eat the Egg Fried Rice."

"You really dare to eat it?" Su Wangzheng looked at Zhao Musheng and asked.

"If you dare to cook, I dare to eat."

"If you dare to cook, I dare to eat."

Zhao Musheng and Zhao Chen said in unison. However, they did not know what kind of setbacks a serving of Egg-Fried Rice would bring. Otherwise, they would definitely regret their decision.

No matter what, Su Wangzheng's career as an Egg-Fried Rice had finally begun.

The so-called Egg-Fried Rice was simply to fry the eggs together with the rice and turn them into Egg-Fried Rice.

However, even though it was that simple, it had become a huge problem in the hands of Su Wangzheng. With one hand holding the pot and the other holding the egg, Su Wangzheng threw the egg into the pot.

"It's only peeling an egg. Even if it's peeling a chicken's skin, it wouldn't be a problem." Su Wangzheng proudly said as she raised the shovel. This was not bragging. With her zither skills, she would be able to skin the chicken easily. However, some people can move the chicken onto the stage, but not the perfect egg.

"Yi?" "What's that smell?" Zhao Chen stood on her tiptoes to scan the surroundings. At the same time, she restrained her nose.

"You don't like it?" Zhao Musheng sucked in a breath of air and replied as he stared at the pot on Su Wanxing's zither.

"Ah!" "Why are the eggs sticky?" Su Wangzheng threw the spade to the ground and then stared at the pot with wide open eyes as she cried out in alarm.

Zhao Musheng calmly looked at Su Wanxin and said word by word, "You didn't put any oil in it just now."

"Then why didn't you remind me? Do we still need to fill the Egg-Fried Rice with oil? " Su Wangzheng stared at Zhao Musheng in astonishment with a blaming look on his face.

Zhao Musheng innocently looked at Su You's zither. In fact, he was completely captivated by the process of the zither beating the eggs. He had never seen someone use a knife to cut the eggs into two halves, then peel them and throw them into a pot. As he helped to turn off the fire, he explained, "Just now, I felt that her cooking process was a little strange, but now I realized."

Zhao Chen shook her head and said, "Actually, it's not Dad's fault. He never would have thought that there are people who don't know how to use oil when cooking eggs."

Zhao Musheng sighed and said, "It's a good thing we found it in time, or else the pot would be bad."

Thus, he switched the pot to the second one. They cleaned up the smoke in the kitchen and prepared to give it a try.

The second pot was quite normal. Su Wangzheng also remembered to put oil in the pot and beat the eggs into the wok as well. However, he had never expected that the pot of oil would continuously bounce out of the pot. Su Wangzheng was so anxious that she dodged backwards and turned the pot upside down. The eggs and oil were scattered all over the floor.

Zhao Musheng and Zhao Chen quickly squatted down to help clean up the mess. At this moment, Zhao Musheng was speechless. Zhao Chen, on the other hand, raised his head in astonishment. He looked at Su Zheng and asked calmly, "Mom, have you heard about the story of Comrade Qiu Shaoyun?

Su Wangzheng was stunned. She rolled her eyes a few times, but she still couldn't understand Zhao Chen's words. Was the child's thinking jumping that much? Did she have anything in common with Qiu Shaoyun?

"My son is right. "You're too talented." Zhao Musheng smiled at one person, then patted Zhao Chen Cheng's shoulder and sighed with emotion, "The same goes for everyone." Produce. "Party member, why is there such a huge difference?"

Su Wangzheng was taken aback. She finally understood who Qiu Shaoyun was.

After all, they were the ancestors who were not afraid of fire. How could she, Su Wanzheng, compare to him?

Zhao Chen also raised her eyes to look at Su Wangzheng, then clapped her hands and said, "Hopefully, after you're arrested in the future, no one will use torture you. Otherwise, before the fire touches you, you'll use all of them."

"Agreed." Zhao Musheng nodded as his mind drifted to somewhere else. In fact, the danger of being a spy wasn't only one where one would be tortured one day. He was afraid that no one would be able to deal with him even if he died there.

"That pot is really hot, okay?" "It's not easy to cook." Su You Zheng held his wrist and said helplessly. Her arms were tired from holding the big pot. Sigh … Isn't it too disappointing? So even when he was training to lift weights, his arms weren't this strenuous?

Zhao Musheng rolled his eyes at Su Wanxin and asked, "It's not easy to cook, do you want to continue?"

"Yes." Upon hearing Zhao Musheng gritting his teeth, Su Wanxuan helplessly replied. In actuality, she didn't dare to believe it either. If she, Su Zhizheng, had never encountered anything that would be difficult for her, would she really capsize in a small ditch today?

Thus, Su Wangzheng bent over and picked up the frying pan that she had knocked over, then went to the side to rinse it.

If she was a 5-star chef in three hours, she would have already cooked a whole table of delicious food. On the other hand, she was just staring at her red and swollen fingers in a daze, but Zhao Musheng still remembered that afternoon, Su Wenjin had washed a total of more than twenty pots and pans. Zhao Musheng only remembered that Su Wangzheng had used a big bag of eggs that day, which weighed at least a dozen catties.