Chapter 131: Su Yimeng Appears

After a night's sleep, the next morning Su Xiyan brought Tangtang and Tiantian to the hotel restaurant for a meal.

Coincidentally, as she opened the door, Yan Moci happened to walk out of his room.

Before Su Xiyan could even frown, she heard Yan Moci sneer coldly: "Heh, I never expected Miss Su's admiration for me to lead her to deliberately stage such a cliché encounter."

Su Xiyan's eyes widened in shock; amid Tangtang and Tiantian's stifled laughter, she extended her slender finger and pointed at herself in disbelief.

Yan Moci arrogantly nodded, feeling very pleased inside.

Su Xiyan snorted, "Mr. Yan, one should never shy away from illness and avoid treatment; to imagine such things about a woman like me who has given birth is utterly hopeless."

"Narcissism is also an illness; you should treat it soon."

Having said that, Su Xiyan rolled her eyes, leading Tangtang and Tiantian away first; as she passed Yan Moci, she deliberately tugged Tangtang and Tiantian closer to her.

That disgusted expression seemed as if, after Tangtang and Tiantian breathed the same air as Yan Moci, they too would be infected by his narcissism.

Yan Moci let out a "ha", turned his head to look at Dongzi, and said, "That woman actually said I'm narcissistic?"

"'I, I am who, Yan Moci! I don't even know how many women would throw themselves at me with just a word—I don't need narcissism!'"

Dongzi looked at the now lively Yan Moci with a affectionate expression, his eyes seemingly radiating maternal light, and he indulgingly nodded,

"Mm, boss, you don't need it."

You're just feeling something, yet you keep imagining that the eldest daughter-in-law would make the first move, only to be exposed face‑to‑face and become angry out of embarrassment.

Hearing Dongzi's assured tone, Yan Moci finally felt appeased.

However, he always felt Dongzi's tone was odd.

Not long after parting with Su Xiyan, the two met again in the breakfast hall.

Su Xiyan was selecting breakfast for Tangtang and Tiantian; although Tangtang and Tiantian had grown up in the West since childhood, their weak constitutions plus their racial differences...

Su Xiyan has always paid close attention to their diet, believing that food supplementation surpasses medicinal supplementation; as a leading practitioner of Qi Huang Medical Art, she is extremely particular about Tangtang and Tiantian's meals, and it is precisely because of her meticulous care for them that their constitutions have become so robust.

As the saying goes, "Breakfast should be eaten well."

Today Su Xiyan paired Tangtang and Tiantian's meal with corn kernels, pumpkin, shrimp, pork liver, and a small piece of silver cod, accompanied by a bowl of mixed-grain porridge and a handful of nuts, plus two strawberries and a banana as fruit after the meal.

Tangtang and Tiantian liked the breakfast Su Xiyan prepared for them, and they ate it with great relish.

Recently, the children are in a growth spurt stage; the two little ones' appetites are larger than before. Su Xiyan feared they would overeat, so she gave each only an extra half boiled egg and a cup of milk.

Su Xiyan also made on‑the‑spot DIY vegetable salads for the two treasures, drawing the eyes of other children nearby, who stared without blinking and clamored greedily:

"Mommy, mommy! I want to eat that too!"

The mother on the side usually doesn't cook; seeing Su Xiyan's skill on display, even she felt a bit hungry, let alone the children.

Hearing the commotion, Su Xiyan turned her head, saw Su Xiyan, and the little boy's eyes immediately turned red; he shyly buried himself in his mother's embrace.

Looking at that cute chubby little boy, Su Xiyan showed an aunt‑like smile and called out:

"These are all homemade from the hotel's breakfast ingredients; if you like them, I can tell you the recipe."

"You can make it yourself; it's very convenient."

However, this mother seemed a bit hesitant; she said embarrassedly, "I don't know how to cook; my son has grown this big and has never eaten anything I made for him."

"Even if I occasionally cook, he complains that it doesn't taste good."

Su Xiyan smiled mysteriously, "Don't worry, follow my instructions and it's guaranteed to be delicious!"

This mother also felt a bit excited; after eagerly learning from Su Xiyan, she felt her whole worldview had been completely overturned.

Clearly the same dishes, yet in Su Xiyan's hands they could be transformed into something spectacular, completely changing the flavor—so delicious it feels like you could fly to heaven—and unexpectedly, it actually works this quickly!

This mother couldn't wait to share her gains with the little chubby boy; it was the first time he ate a dish his mother had prepared for him, and he was overjoyed.

Compared to the unfamiliar auntie, the mother's food makes him feel the warmth of home even more!

Seeing her son actually like the food she made, and even constantly praising her, the mother who had never enjoyed such treatment before was overjoyed.

She repeatedly thanked Su Xiyan, who merely shrugged and said, "It's just the simplest recipe; if you like it, I can share all my formulas with you."

"I guarantee that even without lighting a fire, you can still let the children taste the mother's flavor."

After receiving Su Xiyan's sharing, the mother and little boy left happily; Yan Moci watched from the side, seeing Su Xiyan being thanked repeatedly yet remaining unfazed by favor or disgrace, and he actually felt a sense of shared honor.

Dongzi silently watched for a while, then looked away.

Boss really, regardless of whether he has memories, when facing the eldest daughter-in-law, this worthless demeanor is hard to watch.

Yan Moci himself has a strong presence; moreover, he constantly watches Su Xiyan's gaze, and Tangtang and Tiantian have faces that resemble his.

On one side, seeing Su Xiyan and that mother sharing the recipe, other mothers who were eager to try gathered around, first offering praise:

"Madam, could you also share your recipe with us?"

After receiving the share, they would then praise,

"Madam, your two treasures are really too cute!"

"Is this your husband? Your treasures look just like him!"

The speaker meant nothing, but the listener took it to heart; after the mother who received the share left, her words lingered in Su Xiyan and Yan Moci's minds.

This deepened Su Xiyan's doubts: could they really be that alike?

And Yan Moci pursed his lips, shifted his crossed‑leg posture, his whole aura seeming to overflow.

Even if he tried hard to conceal it, obviously hearing those words lifted his mood; even the unexpected joy of becoming a father was tacitly accepted by him.

Su Xiyan glanced away, and by chance met Yan Moci's gaze; his eyes held a deep, surging intensity, as if trying to swallow her whole.

Su Xiyan felt she had seen such eyes before, but no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't recall where.

Just as fragments began to flicker in her mind, a voice suddenly sounded:

"Moci, sorry for keeping you waiting."

Su Xiyan turned her head and saw Su Yimeng.

Her expression instantly sank.