The fake heiress loves to act? The max-level boss isn't interested in playing along.

Grandma Su didn't say anything, she stood by the stove.

Looking at the bubbling soup in the pot, I stood there for a while, then turned and went out.

Yue Xue glanced at Su Cheng, who shook his head and continued washing the vegetables.

A large table was set out for lunch.

Braised fish, sweet and sour pork ribs, stir-fried seasonal vegetables, and tomato and egg soup.

There was also Yue Xue's specialty braised pork, a generous portion, making for a lively and festive atmosphere.

Su Cheng kept putting food on Su Yurou's plate: "Yurou, come on, try this fish. It doesn't have many bones and it's quite fresh. And these ribs are made by Yue Xue. They're stewed until they're very tender."

"Thank you, brother."

Su Yurou's bowl was overflowing with food. She lowered her head and ate bite by bite, her nose tingling with emotion.

Fu Xiao sat beside Grandpa Su, drinking and chatting about everyday matters.

Fu Songchuan and Fu Youchuan sat properly.

He eats and drinks as he pleases, and doesn't talk much.

Yue Xue busied herself adding rice and pouring water, asking Fu Songchuan every now and then if he had enough to eat.

A moment later, I asked Fu Youchuan if he wanted soup.

Fu Youchuan was a little embarrassed by the question and kept saying that it was enough.

Grandma Su sat in the main seat, ate little, and didn't show any more displeasure.

The atmosphere wasn't exactly warm, but it wasn't cold either.

After finishing his meal, Grandpa Su put down his chopsticks, and Yue Xue cleared away the dishes.

Su Yurou offered to help, but Su Cheng stopped her, saying, "Go talk to Mom. Your sister-in-law and I are enough here."

"That's right, listen to your older brother."

Yue Xue also tried to persuade her.

Su Yurou nodded.

The men went to the sofa to drink tea.

Grandpa Su took the teacup from Fu Xiao, took a sip, and looked at Fu Songchuan and Fu Youchuan.

"Songchuan, how's work? Still busy with training? Can you come home every day?"

"Good,,"

Fu Songchuan sat up straight: "Not too busy, I basically go home every day."

Grandpa Su nodded: "Work hard, young man. Being down-to-earth is the most important thing."

"Yes, Grandpa."

He then looked at Fu Youchuan: "What about you? I heard you're going to specialize in sports, basketball, right?"

"Yes, it's a basketball."

Fu Youchuan was secretly surprised. Like his mother, he hadn't visited since returning from the Su family.

I never expected that my grandfather knew about his situation.

"I've heard that the training at the sports university is very demanding. Take care of your health; rankings are more important than your physical condition. Don't overexert yourself."

Also, make sure you get proper nutrition. Your coach was my student before, so if you have any difficulties, just let me know and I'll help you communicate with him.

"I don't have any problems. The coach is very good to me."

Fu Youchuan felt a pang of sadness in his heart, and he sat up straighter.

Her tone became more sincere and warm: "Thank you for your continued care, Grandpa."

Grandpa Su smiled and said, "Neither of our two families has gone into sports yet. Young people, this is an asset. They can bring glory to the country, build up their physical strength, and be more energetic."

No matter what you do in the future, you need to be physically fit. Pay close attention to safety during training.

"Okay, Grandpa."

Fu Youchuan nodded obediently, but a warm feeling welled up in his heart.

His mother and grandparents both disapproved of him learning sports.

If he hadn't run away from home for a month, this deal probably would have fallen through.

Unexpectedly, my grandfather thought sports were also a serious matter.

This is what true care and encouragement from an elder looks like.

Grandpa Su said a few more words of encouragement, and the two of them responded.

Su Yurou and the old lady and her daughter were also talking upstairs at this time.

Having not seen each other for so many years, the mother and son talked a lot about what had happened over the years, and had many feelings about it.

As they were leaving, the family stood at the door, some putting on coats and others carrying their belongings.

Grandma Su stood by the door, watching Su Yurou button up her coat.

"Huahua, she has something to do this week and can't come."

She suddenly said.

Su Yurou paused for a moment, raised her eyes, and her expression changed slightly.

Three days later,

Grandma Su said, "It's her aunt's birthday, Huahua will definitely come back, and then..."

She paused.

"You should all come and eat with us."

Su Yurou's eyes lit up.

She looked at Grandma Su, her lips moved as if she wanted to say thank you, but then she felt it wasn't right.

I want to say something, but I don't know what to say.

Grandma Su didn't look at her and turned to walk inside.

"Alright, there's no need for further explanation between us, mother and daughter. I understand. Take care on your journey."

"Okay, Mom and Dad, you can go back now, no need to see me off."

The door closed behind me.

Su Yurou stood at the door, looking at the wooden door, her eyes reddening again.

Fu Xiao walked over and gently put his arm around her shoulder.

"Let's go."

Su Yurou nodded, her steps lighter than when she arrived.

.........

As for Fu Hua, she promised Zhang Wen and her father this week that she would come over to design a new display.

So after leaving the research station, Zhang Jia and Zhang Wen went to Huaning Textile together.

Hua Ning Textile has been open for three months, and thanks to its good location, modern decoration, and innovative marketing strategies, it has achieved remarkable success.

Therefore, business has always been good.

However, recently the number of customers has suddenly decreased, which Mr. Zhang finds a bit puzzling.

So, on Sunday, I invited Fu Hua to come and offer some suggestions.

Not long after he arrived, Zhang's father was called away by the renovation workers from the next store.

Only Fu Hua and Zhang Wen remained.

Fu Hua only visited once when it opened, and of course, it was crowded, so she didn't have time to look around too closely.

Looking at it now, it's pretty good.

Interior design is trendy these days; the shop isn't big, but it's kept clean and tidy.

Several sample garments were hanging in the shop window; the fabric was smooth and the designs were very novel.

This style is not available in department stores.

Fu Hua was standing by the shelf at the back, holding a light purple coat, talking to Zhang Wen.

"This batch's sales volume is slightly lower than last month's."

Zhang Wen flipped through the small notebook in her hand, her brows slightly furrowed.

"Huahua, about that neckline alteration you mentioned last time, several customers specifically came back looking for the same style. We've already made them, so why haven't sales increased?"

Fu Hua didn't answer directly, but hung the coat back up: "The material of this coat could be softer; it's uncomfortable against the neck in autumn and winter."

"Okay, I've got it."

The two then exchanged a few more words about school.

Zhang Wen asked about her research station's projects.

Fu Hua said a few words briefly, without going into details.

At the other end of the store, three young waiters were gathered around the cashier.

Their heads were close together, and their voices were low, but not extremely low.

"Manager, have you seen that girl?"

One of the girls with a ponytail gestured towards Fu Hua with her lips.

"Who is she? Why does she seem to know the boss's daughter so well? She doesn't look like she wants to buy clothes, she's just touching and pulling at things randomly. Be careful she doesn't ruin the clothes."

Another short-haired waitress curled her lip: "What's her background? Wenzi was so polite to her, she doesn't seem like an ordinary classmate. If we're talking about friends, I've never seen her come here before."

"Who cares who she is? It's none of her business to comment on what happens in our shop."

"that is,"

The third waiter draped the rag he was carrying over the counter.

"You're so young, why are you acting like such a big shot?"

The girl with the ponytail turned her head and glanced at the young female shop manager who was doing the accounts.

Lowering her voice, she said, "Manager, aren't you going to do anything about this? If it gets really damaged, we'll have to pay for it."

The female store manager sat behind the cashier, her fingers moving the abacus beads, without even lifting her eyelids.

She could hear the voices of those waiters clearly.

But he didn't say anything, only glanced at Fu Hua indifferently.

He turned his gaze away and continued working on the abacus.

Actually, she didn't know who this woman was.

But I've never seen it before, nor have I heard the boss mention it.

They're probably not anyone important.

Zhang Wen frowned upon hearing the waiter's words.

Just as I was about to speak, the shop door bell rang.

A mother and daughter came in.