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Chapter 160 True and False Golden Cannon Fodder 7

Receiving Qiao Chu's provocative look, Song Zhenzhen still didn't realize the seriousness of the problem.

No matter how much Qiao Chu tries to please the Song family, she is just the daughter of a nanny. Does she think that by helping an adopted daughter come to power, she can compete with her for the Song family's property?

Song Zhenzhen and Song Zhaoyue have had a long-standing grudge. Even if today's incident hadn't happened, she would have found a way to drive Song Zhaoyue and Qiao Chu out of the Song family.

But not now. Song's father and mother are already too biased, and she can't continue to be unreasonable and ruin their good impression.

Thinking of this, Song Zhenzhen sat down calmly and decided to see what other tricks Song Zhaoyue had up her sleeve.

Isn't it just acting generous, considerate and filial? She doesn't think she is inferior to Song Zhaoyue.

But as soon as she sat down, she felt the gap between wealthy families and ordinary families.

On the table were all kinds of delicacies from land and sea, chicken, duck, fish and meat. The tableware in front was varied. There were several pairs of chopsticks alone, and the spoons, knives and forks were classified by length and size.

She didn't dare to act rashly and make a fool of herself, so she observed Song Zhaoyue and Qiao Chu calmly.

In fact, if Song Zhenzhen was more sensitive, she would find that all the dishes on the table were of Song Zhaoyue's favorite flavors.

However, she had been used to a poor life in the Liu family and had always eaten leftovers. Seeing this delicious meal, she was shocked and terrified.

Qiao Chu understood her psychology very well and reminded Song Zhaoyue in a low voice.

"Zhaoyue, why don't you eat? These are all your favorite dishes. Madam and Mr. are reluctant to let you go, and I'm sure Zhenzhen won't mind either."

How could Song Zhenzhen not mind? She cared so much that she wanted to skin Song Zhaoyue, the bitch who had robbed her of her wealth and life for more than 20 years!

But at the moment he could only suppress his anger and follow Song Zhaoyue's example to pick up food and eat.

Two minutes later, Qiao Chu started again, "Zhao Yue, don't just focus on eating by yourself, pick up some food for the gentleman and the lady."

Song Zhaoyue immediately obediently picked up a piece of stewed beef brisket with potatoes for her father.

Song's father likes to eat beef, which is what Qiao Chu told Song Zhaoyue. She specifically instructed that beef must be served to Song's father at the dinner table.

Sure enough, after Song Zhaoyue did this, Song's father praised her for growing up and knowing how to care for her father, which was worthy of his more than 20 years of teaching and raising.

Song Zhaoyue smiled shyly and tried to recite the lines Qiao Chu had given her. "It's all thanks to my parents' good teaching. I've benefited from it."

Seeing this, Song Zhenzhen also picked up the chopsticks and picked up a piece of beef for Song's mother beside her.

"Mom, you eat meat too."

Song Zhenzhen nervously observed her mother's reaction. This was the first time she called her mother "Mom" after being adopted into the Song family.

However, a crack appeared in Song's mother's dignified and elegant smile, and she only greeted her reluctantly: "Zhenzhen is so thin, eat more, Mom had breakfast late, she is not hungry."

As she spoke, she put down her chopsticks, picked up the cup and took two sips of tea.

Song Zhenzhen was dumbfounded. She had clearly followed Song Zhaoyue step by step, so why did she get a completely different reaction?

Not only Song's mother, the atmosphere at the table suddenly became cold. Everyone looked at her with indescribable expressions as if the computer had crashed.

She...what did she do wrong?

After a strange silence, at Qiao Chu's signal, Song Zhaoyue stood up, took Mother Song's bowl, and said obediently, "Mom, I'll go to the kitchen to get you some chicken soup. You have stomach problems, so eat a little to nourish your stomach."

Mother Song smiled gratefully and pleased, "Then I'd better eat a little, so as not to make you worry."

Song Zhenzhen: “???”

What do you mean? Is the food she picked up poisonous?

This old witch helps Song Zhaoyue openly and secretly. If that's the case, why bring her back?

The resentment and viciousness that flashed across her eyes did not escape the eyes of Song's father opposite her.

Qiao Chu was watching the show leisurely, but Song Zhenzhen was not willing to be outdone. She picked up Song's father's bowl and said, "Dad, I'll get you some soup too."

Oh my! So exciting! The fish is hooked!

There were chicken soup, meatball soup, vegetable soup... several kinds of soup on the table, but Song Zhenzhen didn't even look at them and followed Song Zhaoyue's back to the kitchen.

Song Zhenzhen walked into the kitchen and just saw Song Zhaoyue throwing away the piece of beef she had picked up.

She thought she had caught Song Zhaoyue's weakness and sneered disdainfully.

"It's fake, it's fake. How scared are you that I'll kick you out? You even secretly threw away the meat I picked up for Mom."

Song Zhaoyue really wanted to retort, but remembering Qiao Chu's instructions, she said nothing, silently changed to a clean bowl, and filled it with a bowl of chicken soup.

Song Zhenzhen felt that her reaction was a sign of guilt, and decided to expose her when she got out.

Isn't it just pretending to be a novice to gain sympathy? Do you really think others can't act?

At the dinner table, some are happy and some are sad.

Song's mother didn't deliberately refuse to eat the meat that Song Zhenzhen picked up, but she was a Buddhist and eating beef was a taboo.

She had actually been hungry for a long time, but was afraid that it would be embarrassing to refuse Zhenzhen directly. Unexpectedly, Zhaoyue was so sensible and directly helped her out of the predicament by serving her some soup.

Mother Song felt deeply moved that her love for Zhaoyue was not in vain.

Before she could catch her breath, Song Zhenzhen said she would help Song's father serve soup, and her movements were so fast that she couldn't stop.

Song's father can't drink chicken soup! Aunt Zhao reminded him that there are several kinds of nourishing herbs in the chicken soup today, which conflict with the Chinese medicine that Song's father has been taking recently.

Qiao Chu took the initiative to ease the atmosphere: "Sir, Madam, the young ladies are all so filial, you two must have accumulated blessings in your previous lives. I will talk to Zhenzhen about the dietary restrictions later."

Song's father and mother nodded repeatedly. They didn't want to say it directly because they were afraid of hurting Zhenzhen's feelings.

It would be most appropriate for Qiao Chu to speak up, and it would also allow Zhenzhen to feel their efforts in cooperating with her, and maybe she would let down her guard sooner.

After a while, Song Zhenzhen came out with chicken soup and carefully placed it in front of Song's father, "Dad, drink the soup."

Father Song picked up the bowl and took a sip. "Thank you, Zhenzhen. The soup is delicious."

It's a pity that he spent tens of thousands of dollars on the Chinese medicine. I guess the effects of the medicine will offset each other after he drinks it, and he will have to see an old Chinese doctor for a while.

Song Zhenzhen didn't notice anything unusual and sat back in her seat, but she looked at her mother several times with a hesitant look as if she wanted to say something.

"Zhenzhen, what's wrong? Is the food not to your taste?"

Song Zhenzhen bit her lip and blinked in grievance, "Mom, I just saw Zhaoyue throw away the beef I picked up for you. Will she dislike me?"

In her imagination, she should look pitiful when she made this expression, because Song Zhaoyue had done that before and successfully diverted her parents' attention.

But she had been working hard for many years, her skin was dark, her lips were a little chapped, and her expression was stiff. She did not look delicate and lovable at all, but instead seemed pretentious.

Qiao Chu secretly complained, "Tsk tsk tsk, in this age where looks matter, if you don't have good looks, pretending to be pitiful will backfire."

She pinched Song Zhaoyue under the table and signaled her to hurry up and follow the process.

Song Zhaoyue tried hard to squeeze out two tears, her beautiful face full of hurt, "Zhenzhen, things are not what you think, I really want to be good sisters with you..."

Things have developed to this point, and Song's mother has to say it even if she doesn't want to.

She sighed, her tone unable to conceal her disappointment, "Zhenzhen, you've wronged Zhaoyue. Mom is a Buddhist and can't eat beef. She's doing this for your own good."

Song's father knew what was going on. How much did Zhaoyue care about Zhenzhen? Afraid of embarrassing her, he didn't say it to her face, hoping to get rid of the piece of beef quietly.

However, when Song Zhenzhen saw Zhaoyue pouring beef, she ran up to them and put on an act of defiance, and it was obvious that she had ulterior motives.

Song's father was a proud man. When he thought about his own daughter being so petty, he felt so angry that his chest ached. In the end, he didn't even eat lunch properly and just hurriedly finished it.

Song's mother accompanied Song's father upstairs for a nap. Worried that her two daughters would quarrel again, she asked the reliable Qiao Chu to take Song Zhenzhen to see the room and buy daily necessities.

When most of the people had left, Qiao Chu gave a playful yet provocative smile.

"Second round, Song Zhenzhen, you lost again."