Chapter 947: Return to Chu's House and Pay Public Grain to the First Wife

That night.

The night fell like a thick piece of inky velvet, slowly covering the entire Chu residence.

The porch lights at the entrance of the villa were on, and the warm yellow light cast clear shadows on the bluestone road.

Lin Lang parked the Ferrari convertible, closed the top with one click and turned off the engine.

He pushed open the car door and got out, holding a bouquet of pink roses in his left hand. The petals were so full that they seemed to be dripping with juice, and there were a few crystal water droplets on the edges.

As soon as Lin Lang returned to the Chu residence, a maid came up to him quickly with a respectful smile on her face, but her voice was low: "Sir, you are finally back."

Lin Lang nodded slightly, his eyes swept across the empty living room, and asked, "What's the matter? Where's Yiren?"

The maid's smile suddenly faded a little, with a bit of timidity in her eyes. She rubbed her hands and whispered, "Miss...Miss has been acting strange since she came back this afternoon."

"The kitchen staff prepared three different dinners for us, and Miss got angry and said they were unpalatable. She ended up not eating dinner and locked herself in her bedroom on the second floor."

"Now all the chefs in the Chu residence are worried about being fired by the eldest lady and replaced by a new chef. The atmosphere in the Chu residence is so cold that it can freeze."

Lin Lang smiled after hearing this. He knew without asking that Chu Yiren was angry about the incident in the daytime when she saw him and Su Wanxing waiting for a red light in a car.

He handed the rose to the maid temporarily and replied in a deep voice: "Okay, I understand."

The maid paused, stole a glance at Lin Lang's expression, and then dared to continue, "Just now when I went to deliver milk, I saw the eldest lady sitting by the window looking at the stars. Her face was as gloomy as if it was going to rain heavily."

"Son-in-law, you should go and persuade her. The young lady is pregnant now and she can't stand being hungry."

After hearing this, Lin Lang said distressedly: "Okay, I will go to the kitchen and cook two side dishes for Yiren. I will coax her and she will eat. You don't have to worry."

"Then I'll trouble you, sir!" The maid bent down and prepared slippers.

After Lin Lang changed into slippers, he walked straight to the kitchen of Chu's residence. He saw that the chefs all had their heads down and were being scolded by the head chef for their unoriginal dishes, which the young lady didn't like.

Seeing Lin Lang appear, the chef quickly calmed down and greeted him respectfully with a big smile on his face: "Hello, son-in-law!"

The chef team members who were standing in a row and being scolded all saluted respectfully and greeted in unison: "Hello, son-in-law!"

Lin Lang said with a smile: "Okay, you don't have to be so nervous."

"I will cook two delicious side dishes for Yiren and comfort her. I will leave two people to clean up the kitchen. The rest of the chefs can go home."

"Yes, son-in-law." The chef saluted respectfully and then breathed a sigh of relief.

The chefs of the Chu residence who were being scolded wiped their sweat off their sweaty sweat, and their anxious hearts finally relaxed.

After all, being a chef in the Chu residence is a very easy job, and the salary is higher than that of a chef in a Michelin five-star restaurant. It is considered an employment with the Truman Group and comes with five insurances and one fund. No one is willing to give up this good job that is hard to find even with a lantern.

The kitchen in Chu's house was spacious and bright, with all the necessary kitchen utensils.

The chef personally tied an apron on Lin Lang in a flattering manner, and asked in a flattering tone, "Sir, what dish are you going to cook for the young lady? I'll help you prepare the dishes."

Lin Lang rolled up his shirt sleeves and replied, "Yiren's favorite food is the Yangchun noodles that I made for her that taste like her mother's."

"When she has a poor appetite and doesn't like to eat, your kitchen staff can make her a dish of candied tomatoes and candied potatoes. These two dishes may seem like ordinary home-cooked dishes, but they were her favorite dishes when she was a child."

After hearing this, the chef suddenly realized, "Sir, you understand the young lady best. You really enlightened me! Who would have thought that the young lady would be tired of all the delicacies from land and sea and would crave for the tomatoes and sugar that she loved to eat when she was a child!"

Lin Lang smiled and said, "I'll make a menu for you later. These are all the nourishing dishes that Yiren wants to eat during her pregnancy. You guys in the kitchen should be careful. After all, she has morning sickness and her appetite is sometimes good and sometimes bad. Please bear with her."

"Sir, you are too kind. It is our duty to serve the young lady well. Thank you for your understanding of our kitchen work."

Lin Lang patted the chef's shoulder and said kindly and gently: "Do a good job. As long as you take good care of Yiren's diet, I will personally reward the Chu family's chef team with a bonus of one million yuan at the end of the year, and you will distribute it according to your work in the kitchen."

The chef's eyes lit up after hearing this, and he bowed repeatedly to express his gratitude, "Thank you, uncle! You are so generous! Please rest assured, uncle, I will do my best to manage the chef team and serve the young lady well."

After hearing this, the other chefs burst into warm cheers and expressed their gratitude to Lin Lang in unison. They all showed great respect for the future male owner of the Chu family.

Lin Lang's move is not only to win people's hearts, but also to use this kind of incentive to make the kitchen staff of the Chu family do their best to serve Chu Yiren's diet during pregnancy and ensure the nutritional supply of the fetus.

Then, the chef was seen preparing the dishes himself, and Lin Lang skillfully boiled water and cooked noodles.

Yangchun noodles were often made by Chu Yiren's mother when she was alive. The clear soup has the taste of home. Chu Yiren has a picky appetite, but she can't forget the Yangchun noodles cooked by her mother.

Lin Lang specially chopped the green onion into small pieces, put a soft-boiled egg in it, made the sauce with balsamic vinegar and light soy sauce, and finally sprinkled a handful of dried shrimps that Chu Yiren loved to eat.

At the same time, the chef had already cut the tomatoes into slices. Lin Lang sprinkled white sugar on them himself and put them in the refrigerator for a few minutes in advance. Then a sweet and sour candied tomato was ready.

On the stove next to him, a shiny iron pot was slightly shining with oil. Lin Lang took the fried potato cubes out of the pan and placed them on a white porcelain plate. They were golden and plump, still with the heat from the pan.

In another pot, amber syrup was bubbling, so sticky that thin threads could be pulled out. The sweet aroma mixed with the burnt aroma spread, making one's tongue tremble.

The chef had already prepared the colander and white plate. Seeing that the fire was just right, he leaned forward and reminded, "Son-in-law, the syrup is ready!"

Lin Lang turned his wrist and poured the fried potato cubes into the syrup pot. He quickly stirred them with a long-handled spoon. His movements were quick and decisive. In just a few seconds, each potato was covered with a layer of translucent sugar coating.

He raised his wrist, and the golden potato chunks fell steadily into the white plate. He picked up one and pulled it gently. The golden sugar thread was instantly stretched very long. The sugar thread was shining with fine light, lingering and beautiful.

"Okay." Lin Lang put down the spoon, and the chef next to him quickly handed him a bowl of boiled water and carefully placed it next to the plate.

Soon, the tray was neatly arranged.

The noodles in the celadon bowl were steaming, the chopped green onions were bright green, a soft-boiled egg was lying on the noodles, and dried shrimps were evenly sprinkled on top.

The candied tomatoes in the crystal cold dish plate are bright red, with white sugar grains still sticking to the peel, giving off an icy cool feeling.

In addition, the freshly-cooked shredded potatoes were golden, and the bowl of cold water next to them for eating the Basque potato cubes was reflecting the light.

There was also an empty plate on the tray, plus a pair of high-end custom-made bone china chopsticks.

The Chu family's emblem was clearly engraved on the tips of the chopsticks. The patterns were delicate and shone with a calm luster under the light, highlighting the exclusive symbol of identity.

A maid tiptoed up and handed the roses that Lin Lang bought for Chu Yiren to Lin Lang. Then she carefully picked up the tray and followed Lin Lang out of the back kitchen.

Lin Lang, holding a rose and accompanied by a maid carrying a tray, walked briskly towards Chu Yiren's room.

The warm yellow light in the corridor fell on the rose petals, making the pink even more gentle, as if to wrap the sweet fragrance in the room with this thought.

The door of Chu Yiren's bedroom on the second floor was closed. Lin Lang tried to turn the doorknob and found that the door was locked.

He held the flowers in one hand and knocked on the door gently with the other hand, his voice soft and slow: "Wife, I'm back, open the door."

In the room, Chu Yiren was lying on the bay window with an unhappy look on her face, her fingers unconsciously moving on the glass.

Hearing Lin Lang's voice, Chu Yiren raised her head abruptly, and her originally dim eyes instantly lit up like ignited sparks.

But the next second, she quickly turned her head away and deliberately snorted at the wall, muttering in her heart: You still have some conscience and come back to coax me.

Lin Lang, who was outside the door, heard no movement from inside, so he knocked on the door again, saying with a smile: "My dear wife, I cooked delicious food for you myself. If you don't open the door, I will eat it all."

Chu Yiren bit her lip, her fingers clenched the corner of the curtain, but her ears stood up high, and she deliberately pouted her mouth and said, "Then you can eat it all, and let me and the baby in my belly starve."

Lin Lang laughed softly and said through the door, "Don't be angry, my wife. Be careful not to get pregnant. Hurry up and open the door for me."

Chu Yiren finally couldn't hold back any longer, so she stood up and walked to the door. She put her fingers on the door lock, but deliberately delayed for a few seconds before turning it with a "click".

As soon as the door opened a crack, Lin Lang pushed it open and took out the bouquet of pink roses from behind him without waiting for Chu Yiren to speak.

"Ding dang dang dang...Wife, these flowers are for you to apologize to our big baby." Lin Lang handed the flowers to Chu Yiren, his eyes full of doting.

Chu Yiren glanced at the roses, then smelled the aroma of flour, and her stomach growled.

She turned her head away with a stern face, but her voice softened: "Humph, you hang out outside every day and never come back to the Chu residence to accompany me. I don't care about your flowers."

Lin Lang chuckled, kissed Chu Yiren on the pretty face, and coaxed her, "Okay, okay, don't be so petty, your husband is back to accompany you."

The maid holding the tray outside the door said, "Miss, I deliberately returned to the Chu residence and heard that you hadn't eaten dinner yet, so I immediately went to the kitchen to personally prepare delicious food for you."

"In order to allow the Chu family's chef team to serve you well in your daily diet, the son-in-law even promised to pay one million yuan out of his own pocket as a bonus for the Chu family's kitchen staff at the end of the year!"

After hearing this, Chu Yiren's beautiful little face finally showed a smile.

She first stood on tiptoe and kissed Lin Lang on the cheek, then took the rose from Lin Lang's hand, closed her eyes and smelled the fragrance.

"Mmm, it smells so good! It smells so good!"

Chu Yiren opened her big eyes, pouted and said coquettishly, "Hubby, I didn't eat much at noon because of morning sickness, and now I'm so hungry!"

Lin Lang said distressedly: "My husband prepared plain noodles for you, and also made two dishes that you haven't eaten for a long time. I guarantee you will like them."

The maid walked into the bedroom carrying a tray, placed dinner on the bedside table, and then tactfully left the room.

In the hot steam, a familiar fragrance penetrated into Chu Yiren's nostrils, immediately making her appetite.

Lin Lang pulled Chu Yiren to sit beside the bed, handed her chopsticks, and coaxed her, "Eat it while it's hot, honey. It's so late and you haven't had dinner yet. Your husband is worried about you."

Chu Yiren took the chopsticks, poked the soft-boiled egg in the bowl of plain noodles, and said in a feigned anger: "You still have some conscience. You know that I crave my mother's plain noodles, and you even made the candied potatoes and tomatoes with sugar that I loved most when I was a child."

"But I haven't forgiven you yet." Chu Yiren snorted and pouted her lips.

Lin Lang sat down next to Chu Yiren, holding her face, and kissed her pouting lips several times, coaxing her: "Don't be angry, honey, your lips are so pouty that you can hang a bottle of oil on them."

Chu Yiren couldn't help but raise the corners of her mouth. With a smile on her face, she picked up a piece of candied potato with chopsticks, dipped it in cold water, and stuffed it into Lin Lang's mouth: "If you want me to forgive you, then it depends on your performance in bed tonight."