The neighbors mentioned in the rules are Zhuang Xiaodie's family.
The son who died early was most likely Du Yu.
Zhuang Nanke was wearing a simple blue sweater on the top and a brown-blue woolen plaid skirt on the bottom. Her slightly curly hair exuded a faint fragrance. She greeted Su Qingyu with a smile and called her in: "It's Xiaoyu, come in quickly. Auntie has developed a new dish today, called rainbow chicken wings. You can try it first later.
Xiaodie has been ill recently and has been lying in her room, so she can only eat light meals. This time, you are the only one who will enjoy the feast."
Hearing the word "Xiaodie", Su Qingyu's heart was touched.
She walked in. The living room was brightly lit, but the bedroom was dark and the half-open door blocked out all light from the outside.
In the original rules, Zhuang Xiaodie had already informed her of her death, so the person in the room was not the Zhuang Xiaodie that Su Qingyu knew.
"Xiaodie is sick, aren't you going to the hospital?" Su Qingyu walked into the living room and sat down on a chair next to the dining table.
Zhuang Nanke went back to the kitchen to work. She said naturally, "Her father prescribed some medicine from outside and brought it back for her. She will be fine after she sweats after taking the medicine. She doesn't need to go to the hospital for the time being."
Then, Zhuang Nanke brought out a plate of colorful chicken wings from the kitchen. She had fair skin and bright eyes. She pointed at the chicken wings with her chopsticks and said kindly, "Let's try the new dish I invented first.
This dish was inspired by cola chicken wings. Traditional cola chicken wings only use cola and the color is too dull.
I switched to orange soda, apple soda, grape soda, and made the wings in rainbow colors.
Come and try it, how does it taste?"
[Daystar Group]House Rules (Part 1) Rule 10.
[Don't eat any food prepared by your parents. If you feel hungry, you can ask the neighbor's hostess to cook for you.]
The food that Zhuang Nan Ke makes is edible.
Su Qingyu picked up the chopsticks and ate it under Zhuang Nanke's expectant gaze. The meat was tender and the taste was strange, sweet and salty, suitable for eating during famine.
"How does it feel?"
Su Qingyu put down her chopsticks and frantically searched for adjectives in her mind. As she thought of the words, she said, "It feels very special, um... unique, different from ordinary chicken wings, very tasteful."
"As long as you like it." Zhuang Nanke happily went to the kitchen to continue researching new dishes.
Mr. Zhuang was in the study, sitting with his back to Su Qingyu. From the back, he had messy black hair, a slender figure, and was wearing a refreshing white shirt and dark blue slim pants.
Youyou looked into the study room and asked, "Why did he get here?"
"Do you know each other?"
"He had been playing pretend in the real world. I don't know when he came to this dungeon." Youyou pulled Su Qingyu's clothes to prevent him from going in. He counted on his fingers, "There was originally a red-level weird in this dungeon. With me and him, there are three in this dungeon.
As the saying goes, there is no room for two tigers in one mountain, let alone three. Master, this instance is so crowded. Please finish your work quickly so that we can return to the real world."