Back to the Past: The Rise of the False Heiress Marrying the True Tycoon Chapter 1210: I Want My Mommy

Chapter 1210: I Want My Mommy

Chen Xi eyed the suspicious-looking bowl placed before him, his brows furrowing in mild horror. “Su Bing, is this the so-called delicacy you made from the grass we yanked up earlier today? It looks… dubious at best. Black and slimy—and you’re calling this delicious? I’m not even sure it’s edible!”

Before Su Bing could retort, Su Li jumped in with solemn, almost ceremonial formality. “Uncle Chen Yu, Auntie Sun Yi, Big Brother Chen Xi—our brother told us that in your ho, we must be polite. When it cos to als, we wait for the elders to take the first bite before we start. This is sothing Brother made especially for you—it’s really good! Back ho, whenever our mom had ti, she’d make this for us. You should all try it!”

For all his mischief, Su Li did tend to listen to Su Bing—especially when it ca to rules of etiquette. And if Su Bing said they must wait for the adults to eat first, then so be it. Even if his stomach was growling like a tiger in the zoo, he wasn’t going to sneak a bite. But heavens help him if they didn’t dig in soon—he was practically drooling already.

Sun Yi looked at the three children, touched by their well-mannered restraint. She offered them a warm smile. “You’re all at ho here, sweethearts. Don’t fuss about who eats first. Chen Xi, don’t be so picky. If you don’t want to eat it, fine—but don’t go criticizing sothing Su Bing made with so much care before you’ve even tried it. Personally, I think it looks rather refreshing. Just looking at it gives a sense of cool relief—perfect for hot sumr days.”

With that, she picked up her spoon, scooped half a mouthful of the mysterious concoction, and took a bite. The mont it touched her tongue, a delicate herbal fragrance burst across her taste buds, layered with the rich, velvety creaminess of the milk. The black jelly, unassuming in appearance, was bouncy and wonderfully smooth. She swallowed and sighed, eyes lighting up. “Oh my, this is divine. Absolutely delicious.”

Chen Yu, watching his wife rave, assud she was just playing along to keep the kids happy. Still, he scooped a spoonful himself—half-distracted, expecting little. But one bite in and his eyes widened. “I’ve traveled far and wide, eaten delicacies from every corner of the country, and yet I’ve never tasted this! It’s refreshing, soothing, and utterly delightful!”

Both husband and wife dove back in with enthusiasm, spoon after spoon disappearing like magic. anwhile, Chen Xi looked between them, suspicious. Was this so coordinated act to please the kids? He eyed the black jelly again. Su Bing had gone to great lengths to make it… maybe he’d just give it a try, out of courtesy.

Tentatively, he took a bite.

To his surprise, the dessert was cold, herbaceous, sweet, and unlike anything he’d tasted before. Sohow, impossibly, it was good. Refreshing, even. Who knew eating grass could be… enjoyable?

The kids needed no further invitation. They began wolfing theirs down with glee. Only Su Le, the youngest, took her ti, nibbling with ladylike precision. Everyone else finished their first bowls in a flash. And once they learned there was more chilling in the kitchen, they each asked for seconds—stomachs full, but spirits insatiable.

Chen Xi let out a satisfied burp. He was officially converted. Su Bing’s wild culinary experint had sohow beco a alti revelation.

From that night on, every al Chen Xi ate at ho beca an event to look forward to. He began turning down invitations from friends to dine at fancy restaurants. After all, nothing they served compared to Su Bing’s down-to-earth, unexpectedly divine dishes.

Initially, chauffeuring the children back and forth had felt like an exhausting chore. But as the days passed, Chen Xi found himself growing oddly attached to the little rascals. A week in, and he couldn’t imagine the house without them. Worse yet, if Su Bing returned to the Su household… who would cook for him then?

That worry beca a reality the next day.

Su Shen arrived at the Chen residence carrying gifts from their hotown—a variety of rustic specialties, the kind of items that scread heritage with heart. His mission, however, was clear: it was ti to bring the children ho. Now that he was back, there was no longer any reason for the kids to stay at the Chen residence.

Chen Xi had just returned with the trio when he heard the news. His throat tightened, words catching like burrs. Su Bing had promised to make ice cream today, and now it looked like he’d miss out.

He couldn’t even find a respectable excuse to delay their departure. How was he supposed to say: Su Shen, would you mind letting your son stay the night just to make dessert?

Chen Xi was supposed to be the adult. The responsible one. And yet sohow, he’d been the one looked after and pampered. Su Bing had utterly spoiled him—his taste buds were ruined, his waistline expanding dangerously.

Just then, Su Le, upon seeing her father, squealed in delight. She bounded toward him, wrapping her tiny arms around his leg and scanning him head to toe like a pint-sized investigator.

“Daddy, where’s Mommy? You’re hiding her sowhere, aren’t you? Lele wants Mommy!”

That pulled both Su Bing and Su Li’s attention. They turned toward their father, expressions filled with questions they hadn’t dared voice until now. Su Bing spoke first, cautiously. “Daddy… Mom didn’t co to get us. Is she at ho resting?”

Su Li, as always, cut straight to the point. “Daddy, did you make Mommy mad? Did she dump you and send you back alone? I’m saying this now—if you two split up, I’m choosing to live with Mommy!”