That night, Jiang Yongfeng had inquired about almost all the information she wanted.
Old Mr. Song was currently critically ill. All the affairs in the family, big and small, were being managed by Song Yunsheng. However, now the whole world knew that Song Yunsheng was his adopted son, so the clan relatives of the Song family wouldn't be happy about it. They would surely want to get a share of the pie.
As for whether Old Mr. Song really had a grandson, it was unknown.
Jiang Yongfeng had always been a person who didn't believe in things that hadn't been verified. She would leave aside the so - called golden grandson of the Song family whose existence hadn't been confirmed. But she had firmly grasped Song Yunsheng's weakness.
She knew where to make her daughter start so as to firmly catch Song Yunsheng without being taken advantage of by him.
At this time, on the other side of the same city, in Xiyu Villa, the lights were gradually going out. It was time to go to sleep.
Since Ming Yuexuan left, Li Xiyu felt a bit unaccustomed to sleeping alone. She grabbed Xiaoyu to chat with her. She probably annoyed Xiaoyu so much that in the end, Xiaoyu mechanically replied to her, "What are you talking about? Xiaoyu doesn't understand."
When the hands of the clock on the wall pointed to twelve, Li Qiyu still couldn't fall asleep. And at this moment, her stomach began to growl, crying out for food.
Li Qiyu resignedly got out of bed, opened the door, and walked into the kitchen to look for something to eat.
As soon as she opened the door, she noticed that there seemed to be a light in the kitchen.
Didn't Sister Liu say that she had something to do at home and wouldn't stay in Xiyu Villa these days? Who could it be at this late hour?
The kitchen door was a glass floor - to - ceiling door. Li Qiyu walked over and saw Song Jiaye with his head down, busy in front of the stove.
It seemed that, like her, his stomach was crying out for food.
Li Qiyu walked to the door and shouted to Song Jiaye, "Make one for me too."
After shouting for a while, she just remembered that there was a glass door in front of her. She reached out and slid open the glass door, then stood at the door and said to Song Jiaye, "I'm hungry too."
Song Jiaye was so startled that he almost dropped the spoon in his hand.
He turned around and saw Li Qiyu standing at the door. He asked in surprise, "Why are you awake?"
He was afraid of waking Li Qiyu up. So when he came downstairs, lit the fire to cook, he was very cautious. He didn't even dare to turn on the lights in the dining room. He planned to just stand in the kitchen and finish eating to make do.
Li Qiyu leaned against the glass door, looking limp.
"I'm hungry, really really hungry." Li Qiyu saw the noodles in Song Jiaye's bowl, and her stomach growled even louder. When a person was hungry, they were prone to act recklessly. In order to get something to eat, they would do anything.
For example - act coquettishly towards Song Jiaye.
"At the banquet today, I only ate a piece of yellow - peach tofu. Then I was called to meet that Old Mr. Song. After that, I was busy looking for Li Tong. I finally managed to wait until dinner. But when I came back, Sister Liu thought we had eaten at the banquet, so she only prepared congee and pickles. How could I be full with that?" Li Qiyu leaned against the glass door, looking at Song Jiaye pitifully, like a cute and coquettish kitten. "I'm really hungry."
Song Jiaye looked at the noodles in his hand. He was just about to pick them up to eat, but after thinking for a while, he still handed the noodles to Li Qiyu.
Li Qiyu's eyes instantly lit up. She took the noodles obediently and went to the dining table.
Song Jiaye had to turn on the fire again to cook another bowl for himself. He thought that he had only put some basic seasonings in the previous bowl of noodles. Being too lazy to be bothered, he still turned back, took out some green vegetables, ham, and eggs from the refrigerator. He fried the eggs and ham in a frying pan, blanched the green vegetables, and then poured them into the bowl.
When Song Jiaye carried this bowl of noodles with green vegetables, ham, and eggs, Li Qiyu, who was slurping the noodles, stared straight at it.
Wow, the difference in treatment was so big. Suddenly, the noodles in her hand didn't seem delicious at all.
Song Jiaye walked up to Li Qiyu. Li Qiyu quickly said to stop him, "No, we'd better keep some distance between us."
"What's wrong?"
"I'm afraid I can't help but grab your bowl."
Song Jiaye smiled. He put his bowl in front of Li Qiyu and casually picked up the bowl of noodles in front of her.
Then, he obediently sat down on one side, one dining chair away from Li Qiyu.
Seeing Song Jiaye skillfully stir the noodles and about to put them into his mouth, Li Qiyu quickly stopped him.
"No, I've eaten from that one."
Song Jiaye just said, "I know." and then continued to lower his head to eat the noodles.
Looking at the plain noodles in his bowl with nothing in it, Li Qiyu carried her bowl and sat over actively. She sat down beside him, picked up a pair of chopsticks with one hand, and divided half of the eggs and ham in her bowl into Song Jiaye's bowl.
Song Jiaye was eating the noodles. When he saw the half - piece of egg and half - piece of ham suddenly appear in his bowl, he looked up in surprise. Li Qiyu said with a smile, "Sharing is more delicious when eating!"
This principle was something Zhou Donglin often shouted when she was in ancient times. At that time, whenever they went out to eat, Zhou Donglin always liked to grab the meat in her bowl, saying it was "Sharing is more delicious when eating".
In the past, Li Qiyu was always furious. But today, when she tried it, it seemed to be really true.
She took a bite of the egg and watched Song Jiaye also lower his head to eat the egg. It seemed that the food in her mouth became a bit more delicious.
Halfway through the meal, Li Qiyu thought of something. She put down her chopsticks, ran into the kitchen, rummaged around for a long time, and finally found a bottle of sauce. She took the bottle of sauce out directly and presented it to Song Jiaye like a treasure.
"How can you eat noodles without this?"
This was something Aunt Liu bought and introduced to her two days ago. It was called Lao Gan Ma and was a must - have for a good meal.
Li Qiyu didn't believe it at first. It was just fermented black beans. How delicious could it be?
After taking a bite, she was convinced. From then on, she couldn't do without Lao Gan Ma.
Song Jiaye shook his head and said to Li Qiyu, "You eat it. I don't like it."
Li Qiyu unscrewed the bottle cap and scooped a big spoonful into her bowl. While scooping, she murmured.
"It's so strange that there are people who don't like such a delicious thing as Lao Gan Ma."
Song Jiaye replied coldly, "I ate too much of it before. I'm sick of it."
"How lucky." Li Qiyu sighed. To be sick of eating Lao Gan Ma, what a luxurious life that must have been!
Unexpectedly, Song Jiaye looked like his sad past had been touched. He shook his head and said, "It wasn't lucky at all."
"Ah?"
"At that time, my mother was sick and couldn't cook for me. I didn't have the money to buy food either. So I could only buy Lao Gan Ma and eat it with steamed buns for many years."
Eating this for every meal, even the most delicious sauce would become unappetizing.
Li Qiyu comforted him, "I'm sorry."
She shouldn't have said that.
Sure enough, the ancient rule of "Don't talk while eating, don't talk while sleeping" was right. Look at what she had done!