I couldn't take it anymore; when I went home for Chinese New Year, the family genealogy book ha

"Honey, with your dad's actions, I feel like I'm being a bit stingy for being such a tycoon," Jiang Chen sighed.

Su Qing rolled her eyes.

She tossed the tiny baby clothes in her hand aside.

"My dad is just a fool with too much money."

"Now that's bad, there's not even a place to put your feet down in the house."

Jiang Chen walked over and put his arm around her shoulder.

"It's okay, send the extras as you like. As long as you're happy."

The shock caused by the five semi-trailer trucks has not yet completely subsided in the village.

Two o'clock in the afternoon.

The sun is shining brightly.

A Maybach S680 with a gleaming finish glided silently across the flat bluestone road of Jiangjia Village.

The understated yet luxurious body reflects an expensive sheen in the sunlight.

The car came to a smooth stop outside the gate of Jiang Chen's large penthouse.

The car door opened.

A foot wearing a custom RV high heel stepped out first.

Followed by.

Su Qing's mother, Jiang Wan, the wife of the richest man in the provincial capital, stepped gracefully out of the car.

She wore a well-tailored, plain-colored, modified silk cheongsam.

She was wearing an expensive cashmere shawl.

Her hair was neatly styled.

The makeup is light and natural.

He exuded an air of elegance and nobility cultivated from years of holding a high position.

But beneath this air of luxury, there was a palpable sense of wariness.

Jiang Wan stood outside the courtyard, looking around.

Although the roads in this village are smoother than those in upscale communities in the provincial capital.

The landscaping is also quite good.

But her inherent city-dwelling prejudices still surfaced.

She raised her hand to cover her nose.

He couldn't help but mutter to himself.

The air is nice in the countryside, but is the water used for cooking clean?

Are there many parasites?

Qingqing has been a delicate and pampered girl since she was little.

Pregnancy requires even more care.

How can we manage to eat those bland, unhealthy meals every day?

What if my grandson gets too thin from hunger?

"mom."

Hearing the noise, Jiang Chen pushed open the courtyard gate and came out to greet them.

He was wearing simple casual home clothes.

Maintain a humble yet assertive attitude.

He reached out to take the platinum bag from Jiang Wan's hand.

Jiang Wan nodded politely, which was her way of saying hello.

She avoided Jiang Chen's hand and slung her bag over her arm.

"Chen, is Qingqing inside?"

"I'm here. I was just wondering where to go." Jiang Chen stepped aside.

Jiang Wan didn't rush inside.

She turned around and waved to the driver.

"Old Chen, unload everything from the trunk."

The driver quickly opened the Maybach's spacious trunk.

Jiang Chen glanced at it and raised his eyebrows slightly.

The trunk was packed full.

It was all insulated boxes with constant temperature and boxes of purified water with foreign labels.

"Mom, what's wrong?" Jiang Chen asked.

Jiang Wan directed the driver to move the boxes into the yard.

His tone revealed extreme seriousness.

"Chen, conditions are limited in your rural area."

"Mom brought the best prenatal meal plan prepared by the nutritionist in the provincial capital this time."

"It's all high-protein, low-fat good stuff."

"And this water. It's polar glacial water that was airlifted here."

"Don't give Qingqing the well water here. I'm afraid her stomach won't be able to handle it, and it might be bad for the baby's development."

Su Qing happened to walk to the door.

Hearing this, she sighed and rubbed her forehead in exasperation.

"Mom! Why are you making things worse?"

"My dad just delivered five truckloads of stuff this morning, and you've brought another half-load!"

Su Qing stepped forward and grabbed Jiang Wan's arm.

"Also, take those pregnancy meal plans back with you right now."

"The water here is a hundred times better than the water you brought."

"The water Jiang Chen gave me was so sweet, it even made my morning sickness go away."

Jiang Wan didn't believe it at all.

She reached out and tapped Su Qing's forehead.

His tone was one of indulgent reproach.

"You silly girl, you're always on your husband's side."

"No matter how sweet the water in the countryside is, can it be as clean as glacial water that has undergone dozens of purification processes?"

"You are not alone now, you can't be willful."

After Jiang Wan finished speaking, she didn't care whether Su Qing agreed or not.

She walked straight into the living room in her high heels.

As soon as she entered, she almost tripped over the diapers all over the room.

Jiang Wan's eyes twitched as she looked at the mountain of maternity and baby supplies.

"That old Su, he's always so reckless and inconsiderate!"

She carefully navigated around the obstacle and walked to the coffee table.

Jiang Wan put down her bag and immediately took out a pack of medical-grade disinfectant wipes from her pocket.

She drew one card.

I wiped the edges of the mahogany coffee table with extreme care.

Then I used another cloth to wipe the armrests of the leather sofa.

The stereotypical prejudices of wealthy city women are laid bare at this moment.

Jiang Chen stood aside and watched his mother-in-law's actions.

His cold, stern face was devoid of any extra expression.

But there was a hint of helplessness in his eyes.

He paused for a moment while pouring the tea.

"Mom, someone cleans and disinfects the house every day," Jiang Chen said.

"Prevention is better than cure." Jiang Wan said without looking up. "Bacteria are invisible to the naked eye."

She wiped the entire sofa clean before sitting down, satisfied.

"Chen, don't complain that Mom is making a fuss."

"Giving birth is like going through the gates of hell for a woman."

"We cannot be careless in our food, clothing, and daily necessities."

Su Qing sat down next to her, picked up an apple, wiped it on her clothes, and prepared to take a bite.

Jiang Wan snatched the apple with lightning speed.

"Oh dear! You little rascal!"

"You put it in your mouth without even washing it!"

"What if there are pesticide residues on it?"

Su Qing shrugged.

"Mom, we never use pesticides on the fruit grown on our farm."

"There are no pesticides involved, and eating it can even improve your health."

"Nonsense. How could the fruit grow so well without pesticides?"

Jiang Wan resolutely refused to return the apple to her.

It was almost noon.

The sunlight grew increasingly intense.

There was still no movement in the kitchen.

Jiang Wan raised her wrist to look at her watch, her delicate brows furrowing slightly.

"Qingqing, you should be drinking bird's nest at this time of year."

"I brought some stewed premium bird's nest, Old Chen, go and bring it in."

Just then.

A series of strong footsteps came from outside the courtyard.

Accompanied by a loud, penetrating voice.

"Sister-in-law!"

"Hurry, hurry! I've brought you some good stuff!"

Hu La Hua was carrying a huge black clay pot.

They rushed into the courtyard of the large apartment in a flurry of activity.

She specially changed into a clean floral-patterned jacket today.

She also had some hair oil on her head.

They were afraid of embarrassing the village chief's wife in Jiangjia Village.

As soon as Hu La Hua entered the room, she saw Jiang Wan sitting gracefully on the sofa, exuding an air of elegance.

She paused for a moment, then grinned and smiled very warmly.

"Oh my! My mother-in-law is here!"

"My goodness, this mother-in-law is so beautiful, she looks just like a movie star on TV!"

Jiang Wan's eardrums were ringing from the sudden loud voice.

She instinctively leaned back.

Looking at Hu Lahua's rough hands and the speck of black ash stuck to the edge of the casserole.

Her brows furrowed unconsciously.

"And you are?" Jiang Wan asked, barely managing to remain polite.

"I'm Jiang Chen's cousin! Everyone in the village calls me Hu La Hua!"

Hu La Hua is not shy at all.

She placed the scalding hot black clay pot directly on the coffee table that Jiang Wan had just carefully disinfected.

A muffled "bang" was heard.

Jiang Wan felt her heart skip a beat.

Hu La Hua lifted the lid of the casserole.

Steaming hot.

An extremely rich fragrance wafted up to the ceiling.

"Quickly, try it while it's hot!"

"This is mushroom soup made from our freshly killed free-range chicken!"

"I stewed it for a full three hours!"

Jiang Wan looked down.

In the casserole dish.

The yellow chicken soup was bubbling.

Large chunks of chicken and thick shiitake mushrooms are intertwined.

On top of it floats a thick layer of golden chicken fat.

For a wealthy woman who eats a diet of weight loss every year and even calculates the calories of a little bit of meat.

This pot of food is a calorie bomb!

It is also the main culprit for indigestion.

Jiang Wan's body stiffened.

She frowned deeply as she looked at the layer of golden chicken oil floating on the casserole.

"This...this is so oily, will Qingqing be able to digest it?"