This ruby looks familiar. It is very similar to the eyeball that fell off after Su Qingyu's statue melted in the Wax Town.
"Auntie, your ring is beautiful."
"It's sterling silver, just an ordinary style." Mother Zhuang scooped up a spoonful of soup with a spoon and was about to put it in her mouth to taste it herself. Zhuang Xiaodie quickly stopped her mother to prevent her from being poisoned by the dark cuisine.
Su Qingyu held her chin with one hand and stared at the ring: "The gemstone on it is also very unique."
"This is a small gift your mother brought back when she first went to work at the company before you were born." Mother Zhuang raised her hand and looked at the ring in the light, "I have worn it for many years and I still like it very much.
It’s a pity that your mother had a car accident not long after she left the company.
You are also a poor child. You have been alone all these years. You must have had a hard time. If you have nothing to do in the future, come to your aunt's house for dinner. I will cook for you."
Mother Zhuang let out a long sigh.
Su Qingyu was shocked, because this was actually a gift her mother gave to Zhuang Xiaodie's mother.
"Mom, the cookies in the oven are about to get burnt. That cooking book I bought from the Blue Shirt Organization's stall is not reliable. How can cookies need to be baked for six hours?" Zhuang Xiaodie reminded her. She took out the cookies she had baked herself from the refrigerator. "Use the ones I baked to entertain Yu Yu first. Mom, you can study your new cookie baking method another day."
"Oh no!" Mother Zhuang immediately jumped out of her sad memories and wanted to run to the kitchen, "My cookies! It's clearly not the time in the book yet!"
Su Qingyu stood up immediately and touched Zhuang's mother's arm with her hand. It was warm, like a human touch.
"Auntie, let me get it." Su Qingyu walked to the kitchen first and helped clean up.
There was a burning smell coming from the oven.
Su Qingyu immediately turned off the oven, then opened the window and the oven door at the same time.
"Where's uncle? Why isn't he at home today?" she asked casually.
Mother Zhuang simply said, "He's busy."
Where was he busy? Why didn't he show up? Why didn't Su Qingyu remember Uncle Zhuang
Su Qingyu has noticed that there is something fishy going on with Zhuang Xiaodie's parents. Although they seem harmonious and happy, the awakening of Zhuang's mother and the identity of Zhuang's father are both confusing.
Especially the ruby, which deepened Su Qingyu's thoughts.
Su Qingyu felt that at least one of his parents and Zhuang Xiaodie's parents had connections with the Venusstar Group.
Su Qingyu did not ask any more questions. She was a guest and it was very impolite to keep asking others questions.
The room was brightly lit. Su Qingyu watched Zhuang Xiaodie use chopsticks to arrange the cookies she had baked with a faint smile on her face. When she saw Su Qingyu looking at her, she waved at Su Qingyu.
Mother Zhuang reached out to take the disk from the oven and burned her fingertips. She pinched her ears to relieve the pain and rinsed them with cold water.
This scene is no different from any ordinary family before the weirdness comes.
Su Qingyu's foray into the dungeon was like a lone boat drifting on a stormy sea. The dark clouds tore through the night sky like a giant beast, shrouding the stars in endless darkness. The morning star was high above, its light as faint as a candle flame. Huge waves rolled up like towering mountains, and raindrops splashed like icy swords.