Although serving others was not an easy job, wealthy and powerful families conducted background checks even when hiring a servant, requiring them to have a beautiful face, graceful demeanor, clean family background, and excellent character.
For a job like personally serving the head of a major family, Zhang Yingying, a child born to a mistress, truly had no qualifications.
Old Master Qin spoke calmly and indifferently, his voice carrying the solemn aura of someone who had long led the family. When it comes to taking care of the eldest grandson of the Qin family, naturally, we feel more at ease with our own people. There is no need for outsiders to worry about it.
Song Xuanli and Li Cuirou looked awful.
Having been rejected to her face by Qin Yuhe and directly pointed out as an outsider by Old Master Qin, Zhang Yingying's face turned extremely ugly.
Old Madam Qin naturally wouldn't speak up for Zhang Yingying either. Song Xinya was her granddaughter-in-law. As the saying goes, the elbow bends inward; how could one not help their own family?
The old lady looked at Song Xinya affectionately. Our Yaya is not only beautiful but also careful and thoughtful in everything she does, taking care of our Little He in every possible way. Having such a good granddaughter-in-law is a blessing for me and Little He's grandfather. There is a good saying: you give me the spring light of March, and I give you the peach blossoms of April. Yaya has worked too hard taking care of Little He. I will transfer two million to Yaya as pocket money.
True to her word, a sound indicating the arrival of gold coins rang out from Song Xinya's phone, drawing the envy of everyone present.
It sounded extremely pleasing to the ear.
Yesterday, she earned two million by kissing Qin Yuhe twice. Today, she earned another two million by feeding him. In just two short days, Song Xinya went from a woman in debt to a wealthy woman!
She suddenly experienced the wonderful feeling described by that phrase—getting rich is as easy as breathing.
Song Xinya was in high spirits. She cast a glance at Zhang Yingying, her eyes saying: Look, your picking a fight just brought me two million.
Zhang Yingying was so angry she wanted to vomit blood.
Song Xinya naturally wouldn't thank her. Turning her head to look at Old Madam Qin, her eyes curved as she smiled obediently and sensibly. Thank you, Grandma, for the pocket money.
Old Madam Qin replied, Why thank me? We are all family. Our family only has Little He as the grandson. In the future, all of the Qin family's assets will belong to you and Little He.
Zhang Yingying's eyes turned as red as a rabbit's from sheer envy, practically bleeding.
With Qin Yuhe, Old Madam Qin, and Old Master Qin defending her, Song Xuanli and the other two didn't dare say another bad word about Song Xinya.
Song Xuanli wanted to close the distance with Song Xinya and said, I heard that it's good for girls to eat soy products. Not only are they rich in protein, but they also have high levels of estrogen, vitamins, and trace elements. I came over today and specifically brought you soy milk powder ground from green organic soybeans. You can brew a cup to drink every day.
Song Xinya said, I'm allergic to soy products. It's been twenty-five years, how can you still not remember? You even want me to brew a cup of soy milk every day, are you afraid I'm dying too slowly?
Song Xuanli felt as if he had swallowed a hard bone, choking severely.
He looked at Li Cuirou. You are in charge of the gifts. You clearly know that Yaya is allergic to soy products, so why did you bring soy milk powder?
Just as Li Cuirou was about to say she was wrongly accused, Song Xinya chimed in, Another one who hopes I die early.
Li Cuirou's face instantly turned pale.
Old Madam Qin couldn't help but speak up. You two as parents are really too careless. To think you can't even remember what food your child is allergic to. Is this a small matter? If she accidentally consumes it and has an allergic reaction, it could be fatal in severe cases.
The old lady looked into Song Xinya's eyes, her gaze filled with even more affection and heartache.
The thought of her granddaughter-in-law suffering so much in the past made the old lady want to compensate her even more. She picked up her phone and transferred another two million to Song Xinya.
The moment the sound of gold coins arriving rang out, Song Xuanli, Li Cuirou, and Zhang Yingying were greatly shocked.
Zhang Yingying's face was full of disbelief. Wh-wh-what... what is that sound?
Old Madam Qin said, The sound of me transferring two million to my granddaughter-in-law.
Zhang Yingying's jealousy had reached an incurable stage.
Song Xuanli, Li Cuirou, and Zhang Yingying had brought contempt upon themselves. Sitting there was pointless, so shortly after, they found an excuse to leave the hospital room.
Old Master Qin and Old Madam Qin watched Qin Yuhe finish his breakfast. It was only nine in the morning, yet they were already arranging the preparation of his lunch.
Food is the most important thing for the people, and their eldest grandson's meals were the most important of all.
Old Madam Qin said, After a burn injury, he needs to eat foods high in protein and vitamins so he can recover faster.
Old Master Qin said, There is a fresh food supermarket nearby. Your grandmother and I will go for a stroll and buy some good ingredients.
Old Madam Qin added, Meals made by others are never as thoughtfully prepared as the ones you make yourself. I will personally cook for Little He.
Old Master Qin replied, Forget it. You haven't cooked more than a few times in your entire life. Others are culinary masters, but you are a kitchen killer. When others cook, the food is perfect in color, aroma, and taste. When you cook, color, aroma, and taste surrender.
Old Madam Qin shot Old Master Qin a glare. You useless teahouse waiter, always bringing up the wrong pot. In the words of today's young people, you're a terribly bad old man.
Old Master Qin said, The last time you cooked was thirty years ago. Do you even remember if broccoli needs to be peeled?
Old Madam Qin's mind spun. She thought to herself, since he asked about peeling, it must mean: Peel it.
Peeling it couldn't be wrong.
Old Master Qin said, Madam, broccoli doesn't have skin.
Old Madam Qin: ...You bad old man, you're playing with me!
Old Master Qin chuckled and held her hand. I just wanted to tell you that you are not suited for cooking. I'm worried you might hurt your hands.
The two elderly people, with heads full of white hair, walked out hand in hand.
He said to her, I hired a professional nutritionist. As for cooking for Little He, just let him do it. You don't need to lift a finger.
The morning sun was neither too dry nor too fierce. It spilled over the two elders, coating their silver hair with a warm golden glow, painting a heartwarming picture of peaceful years.
Song Xinya watched the two elders leave, and a phrase came to her mind: With you in the green days of youth, and with you until our hair turns white as evening snow.
The phrase growing old together materialized perfectly in the two elders.
She didn't envy the couples kissing passionately on the streets; she only admired the married couples who stayed together until their hair turned white.
Through the long, slow passage of time, accompanying each other to old age is the most romantic romance of all.
Song Xinya gazed at the two elders walking out hand in hand, her eyes revealing a longing for the future.
She and Qin Yuhe would be like this in the future too, wouldn't they?
When you love someone, you can't help but fantasize that your future will be entirely filled with him, and his future will be entirely filled with you.
Whenever Song Xinya thought about spending her whole life with Qin Yuhe like this, the joy in her heart was like a freshly opened bottle of peach soda—sweet and bubbling to the surface.
Her eyes remained fixed on the door, unmoving for a long time.
You're staring so intently, Qin Yuhe's voice rang out, a trace of dissatisfaction mixed in his tone. Are my grandparents especially good-looking?
Song Xinya's senses were pulled back. Her bright, watery eyes looked steadily into his as she said, Not as good-looking as you. You are the best-looking.
Qin Yuhe's heart suddenly skipped a beat, and the corners of his lips curled up into a shallow smile.
