After the full-level supernatural being recognized by the rich family

Su Zhiming was driven out by his mother early in the morning and was forced to wait for Zhong Yao at the gate.

Even though Su Zhiming repeatedly said that Zhong Yao would not arrive so early, Su's mother still kicked him out.

When Zhong Yao arrived, Su Zhiming was half leaning against the door playing with his phone. Zhong Yao rolled down the car window and laughed, "Are you welcoming guests on behalf of security?"

Su Zhiming sighed helplessly, opened the car door, got in, and pointed the direction to the driver.

"My mom has gone crazy since she knew you were coming. Oh, by the way, I have to remind you."

Su Zhiming turned his head and stared at Zhong Yao very seriously, with such rigor that even the five little ones in the space couldn't help but prick up their ears.

His look made Zhong Yao a little nervous: "Go ahead."

"My mom is a kitchen killer. She always likes to cook some weird dishes. She cooked some staple food this morning. It's not delicious. You don't have to eat it for a while."

Zhong Yao: “…That’s it?”

As soon as Su Zhiming saw Zhong Yao's expression, he knew that she didn't take it seriously: "Anyway, this is all I have to say. If you don't want to listen, forget it."

When she was a child, she followed her master and often went hungry or full. She was either full to death or half starved to death. As a result, she is basically not picky about food now.

Even if it is a dark dish, as long as it is not bad, she will be very supportive.

Mother Su and a group of spirited maids stood in front of the Su family's gate to welcome them.

Zhong Yao had only seen this scene when Huangfu Shan returned home in the TV series "Princess Little Sister" when she was a child. It wasn't so exaggerated when she returned to the Jiang family. How could the Su family have so many servants!

"Don't get me wrong." Su Zhiming sighed deeply, "There aren't actually that many people in my house. Most of them were hired temporarily by my mother. She said that since this is your first time here, she wants you to feel the warmth of home."

Zhong Yao: “…Thank you.”

But help, she's too enthusiastic, I want to escape, could it be that Mother Su tricked her into coming here to get a kidney?

Su Zhiming got off the car first and waited for a while but saw no movement from Zhong Yao. Then, thinking about her behavior in class, he guessed something.

Sometimes his deskmate doesn't want to attract attention. He must be struggling with this in the car right now.

Su Zhiming bowed to his mother sincerely: "Mom, please take back your magical powers. My deskmate doesn't even dare to get off the bus."

Mother Su frowned and glared at him, then quickly waved her hand to let everyone else leave, and she happily went to greet them.

Zhong Yao politely called her auntie, but Mother Su shook her head: "Why call me auntie? You should call me sister."

Zhong Yao: “?”

Su Zhiming: “?”

"No." Su Zhiming couldn't stand it anymore, "Mom, do you really want to become sworn brothers with Zhong Yao?"

Mother Su kicked him, but Su Zhiming dodged it.

Mother Su said with a fake smile: "Your aunt is here, I won't argue with you today, but I will punish you after your aunt leaves."

Su Zhiming rubbed his forehead speechlessly. With this incident, his deskmate became his aunt. Who could stand this?

Zhong Yao asked the driver to help her move the gifts down. Mother Su did not refuse and accepted them all.

She and Zhong Yao will keep in touch in the future, so she should just accept the gift her younger sister brought. She must be embarrassed if she keeps pushing it back and forth.

Mother Su happily held Zhong Yao's hand and walked into the door.

The Su family's villa is even bigger than the Jiang family's. There is a cobblestone road in the yard. There are no flowers planted on the roadside, but there are some tomatoes planted in black, white, and traffic light colors. Zhong Yao also saw a transparent parking shed in the yard with two motorcycles parked inside.

She didn't recognize it, but it looked very cool, like something Su Zhiming would buy.

Who would have thought that after just one look, Mother Su waved her hand and was about to take Zhong Yao to choose a car.

Zhong Yao quickly waved his hands: "No, no, no, really, no need. I don't know much about cars. This is Su Zhiming's car, right? It looks like it's been well maintained. He must be sad if you give it to me."

Mother Su glanced at her coquettishly and said, "Why should he feel bad? This is my car."

Zhong Yao: “…”

Su Zhiming picked a few black tomatoes, wiped them and put them in his mouth, while still holding a few in his hands.

His mouth was stuffed with stuff, and his words were a little unclear: "You can't tell, these are all my mother's cars. There are five or six more in the underground parking lot. They are rotated every few days. They say that they want to give all the cars a chance to get out and bask in the sun."

Zhong Yao: “…”

Well, how should I put it? I have some doubts about Su's mother's mental state.

Mother Su slapped him on the back, causing Su Zhiming to tremble and almost choke. A little black tomato juice flowed from the corner of his mouth, making him look more like he was vomiting black blood after being abused.

"Just eat them yourself! Why don't you pick a few for your aunt to try?"

Su Zhiming: “…” This is really a weird thing. What kind of magic does Zhong Yao have? He can charm all the boys and girls in the class with his basketball slam dunk. Chu Ci’s autographed photos and albums have directly won over Class 11. His mother is even more outrageous. She has been talking about Zhong Yao at home from time to time since the day of the family recognition party.

Su Zhiming stuffed the black tomato in his hand into Zhong Yao's hand, stepped back a few steps tiredly, and no longer dared to walk with the two of them.

"Sister, have you had breakfast? Eat some more?"

Zhong Yao nodded politely and was pulled to the dining table by Su's mother.

"I saw a noodle bun a few days ago, and everyone in the comments said it was delicious. I specially copied it today. You can try the noodle bun I made to see if it tastes the same."

Su Zhiming glanced at Zhong Yao, his eyes filled with the words "don't eat".

Zhong Yao paused for a moment and nodded.

"I think I know this noodle dish. Is it called Silver Thread Roll?"

Su Zhiming still couldn't bear it: "Don't eat it, it's not delicious."

Mother Su glared at him and said, "Just because you have a problem with your taste buds doesn't mean everyone else has a problem with their taste buds. Shut up, your aunt will make the final decision after tasting it."

Zhong Yao has never eaten silver thread rolls, but she has seen the video. After breaking this pasta into pieces, the inside is stringy and sweet like noodles, and it is said to be delicious.

It seems that the water-oil separation method was used to make the noodle-like noodles clearly distinct.

Zhong Yao opened it in the middle, and as soon as he did so, she was stunned.

The noodles here... why... are clumping together.

She blinked, but took a bite anyway.

Mother Su looked at her expectantly: "How is it? Is it delicious?"

Zhong Yao chewed it and swallowed it with difficulty.

"It's quite good. The steamed buns are fluffy and soft, and the noodles are thin and chewy. There is no special seasoning, but you can taste the original wheat aroma of the noodles. They go well together..."

Su Zhiming stared at Zhong Yao with his eyes wide open in shock, totally unable to believe that she could go against her conscience and say such a thing against her will.

That lump of noodles was no different from raw noodles, but Zhong Yao actually said she could taste the aroma of wheat?

Zhong Yao couldn't continue to praise him. She paused and lowered her eyes resignedly: "Auntie, my words are a bit harsh, so I won't say anything for now."

Mother Su: "..."

Su Zhiming: "Pfft—hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha, mom, you saw it! No one can eat this dark dish of yours!"