Chapter 32

Of course, the current Su Xinghui was the Su Xinghui after rebirth, and he would definitely seize this opportunity firmly.

Lu Xiaoya soon brought the dishes to the living room, and Su Xinghui also went into the kitchen to help her serve the dishes. Soon, five dishes and one soup were placed on the dining table, and Lu Xiaoya was also sweating profusely from the heat.

Su Xinghui quickly poured a glass of cold boiled water for Lu Xiaoya and let Lu Xiaoya sit under the ceiling fan to cool off for a while.

Lu Xiaoya was wearing a casual short-sleeved home outfit, and her jet-black long hair was tied into a long ponytail with a rubber band. She was covered in sweat, especially her chest, which had been soaked in two circles. After she drank that glass of cold boiled water, she went into her room to change clothes.

Just then, the door opened, and a middle-aged man and woman walked in together. Seeing Su Xinghui in the living room, they were both stunned. The middle-aged woman smiled and said, "Is this Little Su?"

Su Xinghui stood up and answered politely, "I am Su Xinghui. Hello, Uncle Lu! Hello, Auntie Song!"

Lu Xiaoya's mother was named Song Qiaoli. She had a good impression of the polite Su Xinghui. She pressed her hand down and said, "No need to stand up, sit down, sit down."

Su Xinghui still didn't sit down, but waited until Lu Zhenghong and Song Qiaoli entered the room and sat down before he sat down.

Lu Zhenghong was a middle-aged man under fifty, of medium build, with a square face, a straight nose, and a square mouth, and had a very elegant temperament. After sitting down, he said, "Where is Xiaoya? Why did she leave the guest alone in the living room?"

Su Xinghui quickly said, "She was cooking in the kitchen just now. The kitchen was too hot, she might have sweated through her clothes, so she went into the room to change clothes."

Lu Zhenghong nodded and asked Su Xinghui, "I heard from Xiaoya that you are one year older than her and have started working now? Where are you working?"

After Lu Xiaoya went home yesterday, she praised Su Xinghui endlessly. Lu Zhenghong was also a bit curious about Su Xinghui. Seeing this young man today, his first impression was quite good, and now he wanted to learn more about him.

Su Xinghui said, "I just started working for less than a month, at the Meng Hu Ling Township Government in Shangjun County."

Song Qiaoli smiled and said, "I heard from Xiaoya that you came here this time to find a way for your township to get rich. The young man is truly not bad. You've only been working for less than a month and already have this kind of insight. I've seen the bamboo weaving from your township, it's not bad."

Su Xinghui said happily, "Really? That's great! I still have some samples here, let me show them to you."

Song Qiaoli nodded. Su Xinghui took out those bamboo weavings from his backpack and placed them on the coffee table for Song Qiaoli to see. She nodded repeatedly, and Lu Zhenghong also picked up a few with great interest.

At this time, Lu Xiaoya came out after changing her clothes. Seeing her parents had returned, she shouted, "Dad, Mom, time to eat. Look after eating."

Lu Zhenghong smiled and stood up, put the bamboo weaving back on the coffee table, and said, "Alright, time to eat. Our little chef Xiaoya has spoken."

Song Qiaoli said to Su Xinghui, "Little Su, let's eat first, and look after eating."

Several people washed their hands and sat at the table. Lu Xiaoya went to her grandmother's room and helped her out, let her sit on a rattan chair far away from the ceiling fan, served her rice, picked vegetables for her, and let her eat at a small square table in front of the rattan chair.

The others sat at the dining table under the ceiling fan to eat. In the summer in Jiangcheng, the temperature at noon was at least thirty-five degrees or higher. Normal people couldn't bear it without a fan.

Su Xinghui tasted a few bites of food and nodded. "Lu Xiaoya, I didn't expect your cooking skills to be really good!"

Lu Xiaoya said proudly, "Of course. Every summer vacation, I cook, so my skills have long been practiced."

Su Xinghui looked at Lu Xiaoya with new eyes. Although Lu Zhenghong was sitting on the cold bench now, he was a person who had been a mayor after all. Lu Xiaoya grew up in such a family and had no spoiled temper at all, which was truly rare.

Song Qiaoli's eyes were full of smiles. "It's good to learn how to cook, so you won't be unwanted when you find a husband in the future."

Lu Xiaoya wasn't having it. She said shyly, "Mom, what are you saying? Who wants to find a husband? Annoying!"

Song Qiaoli smiled. "Then you won't find a husband for the rest of your life and will be an old maid!"

Lu Xiaoya said, "If I'm an old maid, I'm an old maid. I'm not afraid. I'll let you raise me for the rest of my life."

Watching his wife and daughter joking, Lu Zhenghong laughed, looking very happy.

Su Xinghui understood why Lu Xiaoya had no spoiled temper. Growing up in such a family, her personality was cultivated very perfectly, and she didn't have any young lady temper at all.

And Lu Zhenghong, from mayor to Director of the Party History Office, such a big gap seemed to be nowhere to be found on his face. He was at peace with such a quiet and poor life. Such a state of mind was truly rare.

Su Xinghui's face was full of smiles. Being a guest in such a family was truly infectious.