My CEO Baby Daddy Keeps Falling for My Tricks-Chapter 702: The Dispute over Xiaomi No. 708_1

Without having to ask, Xu Feng’e knew what Liu was doing with the millet, and for whom.

Liu had prepared it meticulously, soaking it first then boiling it for an extended amount of time.

The slow simmering process just angered her more each time she saw it.

Xu Feng’e glanced at Zhou Ziqing and the two of them quietly stepped away.

Zhou Ziqing massaged her temples and slowly returned to the living room. "Ah..."

She moaned in pain.

The old Madame Qin glanced at her. "What’s wrong?"

Zhou Ziqing waved her hand, her brow furrowed. "Grandmother, it’s nothing much, just a slight headache. I might have caught a cold."

Xu Feng’e softly added, "It’s probably because she’s been stressed about Qin Muchuan these past few days. Miss Zhou hardly eats or sleeps properly, and last night she stayed out late attending a social engagement. That’s likely why."

Madame Qin gave a knowing nod. "Yes, she must have overexerted herself."

Zhou Ziqing continued speaking, "Grandmother, Auntie, don’t worry, I’m fine! I’ll just rest upstairs for a while!"

Having said that, she deliberately took her time ascending the stairs.

Considering her great merit to the Qin family, Madame Qin had to ask, "Miss Zhou, what would you like for dinner tonight? I’ll have the kitchen prepare it."

Zhou Ziqing continued pressing on her temples, speaking weakly, "I don’t have much of an appetite since my stomach is upset. There’s nothing specific I want to eat!"

"Even if you’re not hungry, you still need to eat something. You haven’t had a proper meal in so long!" Xu Feng’e exaggerated. "If you continue to neglect your nutrition, isn’t that damaging to your body?"

Zhou Ziqing put on a genuine look. "There’s really not much to eat. Just prepare some millet porridge for me!"

Xu Feng’e quickly responded, "Millet porridge? Let’s do that then. At a time when you’re not feeling well, you need to replenish your energy, and millet is the best food for that! Alright then, I’ll have the kitchen prepare it right away!"

"Thank you, Auntie!" Zhou Ziqing gratefully smiled.

"It’s just millet porridge, no need to thank me!"

Having said that, Xu Feng’e looked at her aunt. "Aunt Qing Sao, go check the kitchen. We should still have some millet left, also boil a couple of black eggs!"

"Alright, I’ll do it right away!" Qing Sao’s reply had a certain conspiratorial undertone.

As soon as Qing Sao entered the kitchen, she began rummaging through the cabinets. "What’s going on? Where’s the millet I bought for the lady? I remember buying some a while back and we didn’t finish it, how come I can’t find it?"

Upon hearing this, Butler Liu realized this was trouble brewing.

Not wanting to cause any delay, she quickly decided to carry away the just-cooked millet porridge.

Damn it, nowadays nothing is safe unless it’s in your own stomach. Who knows who will end up eating these things if they’re left here any longer?

She hadn’t taken a few steps while holding the tray when...

"Sister Liu, wait..." Qing Sao called out.

Butler Liu pretended not to hear and kept on walking.

Qing Sao quickly stepped in, blocking her path. "I called you, didn’t you hear?"

Liu, fearing her millet porridge would be usurped, took a step back. "Aunt Qing Sao, what’s the matter?"

"What are you cooking?" Qing Sao demanded.

"It’s just some food, nothing special!"

"Let me see!" Qing Sao reached out to lift the lid.

"No!" Butler Liu stepped back.

Qing Sao stiffened her gaze and harshly asked, "Is it millet porridge in there?"

"No... No..."

Butler Liu wanted to protect her porridge, answered carefully and slowly, but Qing Sao was too quick and she couldn’t dodge.

In a swift and effortless move, Qing Sao lifted the lid.

Thus, the millet porridge cooked to a sticky consistency, was exposed to the open air.

Like someone who had caught a thief, Qing Sao yelled in triumph, "You stole my millet!"

"I didn’t steal your millet, damn it! I wouldn’t steal gold, silver, or money, let alone those few grains! This is utterly ridiculous!" Butler Liu argued loudly.

"You are indeed a thief! This millet was bought by me for my mistress, and now you’ve taken it to cook! I caught you red-handed, what else can you possibly deny?" Qing Sao retorted.

Suppressing her desire to curse, Liu reluctantly asked, "Alright, assuming this millet is indeed your mistress’s, I’ll buy some more tomorrow and return it to you. Is that alright?"

Qing Sao averted her gaze in refusal. "No, I’m not selling my millet!"

"I’ll ask your mistress!" Butler Liu said indignantly.

"Even if you ask her, you’re wasting your time!"

Butler Liu took a deep breath. "Even if it’s a waste of time, I’ll do it. I refuse to believe that the lady of a distinguished family like the Qins would be so petty and merciless!"

"Oh dear, what’s going on? How did this issue circle back to me?" Xu Feng’e asked aloud.

Butler Liu looked at Xu Feng’e, about to speak up, when Qing Sao interrupted. "Mistress, didn’t you ask me to prepare a bowl of millet porridge for Miss Zhou? As I was about to find the millet, I found out, Liu had already used it all."

Xu Feng’e calmly responded. "So what if she used it? It’s not like it’s expensive. We are all family here. There’s no need for such a petty squabble making us look like we’re at odds."

Butler Liu nodded in agreement, flatteringly saying, "Of course, Mistress, I knew you’d understand. You’re always so generous and understanding, definitely not a petty person!"

"Indeed!" Xu Feng’e nodded.

"But, now that Liu has used all the millet, how am I supposed to cook the porridge for Miss Zhou?" Qing Sao interjected.

Xu Feng’e looked surprised. "Is this all the millet we have left?"

"Yes, otherwise I wouldn’t have argued with her!"

Xu Feng’e started with an apologetic smile, "Liu, this is a problem, isn’t it? Miss Zhou asked for millet porridge... and the Grandmother told me to prepare it!"

"Can she eat something different? How about I make her some jujube porridge?" Butler Liu suggested reluctantly.

"That won’t work. Miss Zhou isn’t feeling well, she can’t stomach anything and only wants millet porridge!" Xu Feng’e cheerfully said, but her underlying tone was malevolent.

"Mistress, Miss Wanwan had an accident last night and nearly lost her life. Can you let her have this bowl of millet porridge?" Butler Liu pleaded.

God, why did this feel like a herculean battle?

It was just a bowl of millet porridge, and with her generous figure, was this begging necessary?

Yet, the mansion was far removed from the outside world, getting more millet would take quite a while and Miss Wanwan would be starving by then.

No matter how she looked at it, she had to keep this porridge.

"Or... you could make jujube porridge for Wanwan, or maybe even Bird Nest porridge!" Xu Feng’e scooped up the millet porridge to leave.

"No, don’t..." Butler Liu moved to protect it.

But one person can’t withstand an onslaught and she could only watch as her millet porridge was taken away...