Before he finished speaking, he heard Gu Qinghui's next sentence: "Do you know about Chuanqiong Health Soup? Xixin gave me a medicinal recipe that is of equal value to Chuanqiong Health Soup."
After saying that, he ignored everyone's surprise, stood up and left.
When passing by Lu Xixin, her tone was particularly kind and respectful: "Miss Xixin, if you have anything to do, please give me your instructions directly."
Gu Qinghui had already left. Lu Xixin propped her chin up and looked at the dumbfounded faces of everyone in the room, feeling very good.
She waved to Shen Nianxi: "Nianxi, come here, shall we go upstairs to rest?"
"Yeah." Shen Nianxi ran over and followed Lu Xixin upstairs.
Only Mrs. Shen, Shen Youan, the housekeeper Uncle He, and a few servants were left downstairs.
Shen Youan was abroad and didn't know about Chuanqiong Health Soup, but he could tell that this medicinal recipe was very precious.
He asked the butler: "Uncle He, what is Chuanqiong health soup? Is the recipe very precious?"
After saying that, he frowned and complained to Mrs. Shen: "This Gu Qingyu is too ignorant. It's just a recipe. You can use other substitutes. Why should you be so shameless and say go?" Just leave.”
This time Mrs. Shen rarely echoed his words.
Shen Youan's expression froze almost invisibly, and he raised his eyes and forgot to glance at Uncle He.
Uncle He sighed: "Second Master, it's hard to say whether Fang Zizhen of Chuanqiong Health Soup is precious or not. I only know that this medicinal diet has brought at least 100 million in net profits to the ancient cuisine restaurant every year in the past six or seven years."
Uncle He has also seen big events. He has been in the Shen family for so many years, entertained guests, and met many dignitaries.
But when it comes to the net profit from medicated diet, I still can’t help but take a breath of cold air.
One hundred million, one hundred million a year, one billion in ten years.
Just for the old lady to have a sip of chicken soup, Miss Lu gave away precious medicinal recipes worth hundreds of millions.
What a grand gesture!
So precious?!
Shen Youan was stunned. He raised his eyes and looked at Uncle He in disbelief, his jaw tightening extremely tightly.
"How is that possible?" After a long while, he managed to say this.
Uncle He glanced at Shen Youan and didn't respond.
It was obviously a faint glance, but Shen Youan could see contempt.
Uncle He will look down on him again!
A flame suddenly rose in his heart, burning Shen Youan with rage.
Uncle He is a housekeeper, why should you look down on him!
After Lu Xixin sent Shen Nianxi back to his room to sleep, he would go downstairs next time.
In the living room, everyone is still there, still sitting in the same place, not even moving.
Lu Xixin turned to Shen Youan and said in a gentle voice: "My uncle is said to be filial. Next week is the Double Ninth Festival for the Elderly. I must have prepared a very precious gift for my aunt?"
Shen Youan suppressed the anger rising in his heart, raised his eyes and looked at Lu Xixin coolly, his tone seemed to come out from between his teeth: "Of course, I have already prepared it. I wonder what Miss Lu has prepared. ?”
Lu Xixin smiled proudly: "It's definitely better than my uncle. The gifts I prepared are so expensive."
"Expensive?" Shen Youan sneered, "That's not necessarily the case."
After saying that, he couldn't control his emotions, stood up directly, and whispered to Mrs. Shen: "Sister-in-law, I'm going upstairs first."
Shen You'an walked upstairs. Halfway there, Lu Xixin's voice came from behind: "Aunt, filial piety is not something you say with words. It must be proven with actual actions. Who can't say such coaxing words as reaching for the stars?" ?”
After hearing these words, Mrs. Shen felt uncomfortable.
How come the words that originally sounded pleasant and happy turned into hypocrisy when it came to Lu Xixin’s mouth?
Mrs. Shen felt that You'an was not such a person, but she couldn't say anything to refute, so she could only sulk silently.