A charming widow in her 70s married a factory manager and raised his children.

Who exactly is Chapter 117?

Mr. Ross was over fifty years old, a rigid and serious man, and a semi-China expert. He had no shortage of porcelain, embroidery, or antiques, but he didn't want any of these things.

Moreover, he also extremely disliked attending such banquets.

Although in his opinion, this could not be called a banquet at all.

He's already at his limit in enduring this long.

While everyone was still in a daze, Mr. Ross got up to say goodbye, saying that he had to go back and pack his luggage.

They showed absolutely no respect to anyone, especially not to Kong Yazhen from Beijing.

Kong Yazhen looked unwell.

Guan Jing had asked someone to get this embroidery so that she could slap Zhuang Qingxiang in the face, and then take the opportunity to help Lu Congyue so that Lu Congyue would remember her good deeds. In the end, she did slap Zhuang Qingxiang in the face, but she also got slapped in the face by this damned foreigner.

Feng Wenhua and the office director were also embarrassed. Mr. Ross left without warning, so one of them had to stay behind to appease everyone, while the other quickly chased after him to say something nice.

Zhuang Qingxiang knew nothing about these things. She stayed at home taking care of her child and baking bread. In the afternoon, Jiang Weihai came over to help her take the child to the cafeteria to prepare dinner for Mr. Ross.

Only after hearing Jiang Weihai's words did Zhuang Qingxiang realize that Mr. Ross had caused a scene at noon.

"Mr. Ross didn't accept any gifts from anyone," Jiang Weihai reminded her. "Are you still going to give him that? If you do, I'm afraid he won't want it either."

Zhuang Qingxiang hesitated for a moment, then nodded.

She thought Mr. Ross would probably want it.

While I was busy, Kong Yazhen came over after hearing the news.

She was blocked by security personnel and couldn't enter Lu Congyue's house, but Zhuang Qingxiang came out!

Seeing Zhuang Qingxiang and Jiang Weihai together, Kong Yazhen raised an eyebrow.

The relationship between these two is definitely not simple, but she doesn't believe that Zhuang Qingxiang would choose Jiang Weihai over Lu Congyue.

"The cafeteria's closed, what are you two doing here?" Kong Yazhen said bluntly, as if Zhuang Qingxiang and Jiang Weihai were having a secret rendezvous while no one was in the cafeteria kitchen.

Jiang Weihai bowed and smiled obsequiously: "Comrade Kong, we are preparing dinner for Mr. Ross."

"Ha..." Kong Yazhen almost died laughing. "What kind of rubbish could you possibly make to prepare dinner for Mr. Ross..."

She glanced at Zhuang Qingxiang: "You're not asking her to prepare, are you? What would a country bumpkin like her know?"

Jiang Weihai continued with a forced smile: "Zhuang Qingxiang is a very good cook and very skillful. She has prepared most of Mr. Ross's meals these days, and Mr. Ross is very satisfied."

Kong Yazhen didn't believe it.

Mr. Ross is a foreigner, so what can Zhuang Qingxiang prepare for him? Pickles that country people eat?

"Do you know what foreigners eat? They eat steak and drink red wine, while you..."

Before she could finish speaking, she watched as Zhuang Qingxiang placed a piece of meat on the hot plate, followed by the sound of the meat being seared on the hot plate.

Kong Yazhen walked over quickly in disbelief and saw that Zhuang Qingxiang was indeed making steak, with bread next to it.

She had eaten at a Western restaurant twice in Beijing, and it was clear that Zhuang Qingxiang had prepared Western food.

"This is impossible!" she exclaimed in disbelief. "How could someone from the countryside like you know how to cook Western food? Who are you anyway?"

Zhuang Qingxiang frowned slightly. She didn't want to pay attention to Kong Yazhen, but now she had to explain: "I saw someone do it before, and I tried to do it these past few days and it worked. It's not difficult at all."

Compared to Chinese cuisine, this is too simple.

Jiang Weihai wanted to make Zhuang Qingxiang proud, so he said with a smile, "Not only the steak, but even the bread was made by Zhuang Qingxiang. She's really amazing."

Kong Yazhen's face was grim, and her gaze towards Zhuang Qingxiang was filled with doubt.

Pan-fried steak and toasted bread—these are not things a native country widow would make.

She studied and worked in Beijing, and all her relatives and friends were in Beijing. None of them knew how to do these things, so why did Zhuang Qingxiang know how?

An idea suddenly popped into her head, and Kong Yazhen's heart started racing.

"Are you... are you really from a nearby village?" she asked tentatively.

"Of course, she's from Dongya Village." Jiang Weihai saw that her expression was off and took the initiative to answer for Zhuang Qingxiang.

"I don't think so!" Kong Yazhen sneered. "Zhuang Qingxiang, you better not let me catch you red-handed!"

A strong sense of threat washed over her, and Zhuang Qingxiang felt a tightness in her chest. She could only pretend not to hear it and quickly put the fried steak into a plate.

After placing the dinner prepared for Mr. Ross into the basket, Zhuang Qingxiang said to Jiang Weihai, "Could you please watch the children for me... and make sure no outsiders touch them? I'm going to deliver something to Mr. Ross, I'll be right back."

Jiang Weihai was very excited after hearing this.

Don't let outsiders touch him... that means she considers him one of her own!

"Don't worry, I'll take good care of the two children," Jiang Weihai said hurriedly.

Feeling ignored, Kong Yazhen was furious and tried to grab Zhuang Qingxiang, but Zhuang Qingxiang dodged her.

"Comrade Kong, I'm still carrying things. You don't want to waste food and anger Mr. Ross, do you?" Zhuang Qingxiang warned.

After saying that, ignoring Kong Yazhen's unpleasant expression, she picked up the embroidered ornaments she had prepared beforehand, intending to send them over together.

Kong Yazhen spotted the ornament immediately; the white cat on it was the one she had seen before, embroidered by Zhuang Qingxiang herself.

She immediately sneered, "You still want to give your embroidery to Mr. Ross? You're really persistent... Mr. Ross wouldn't even look at this rubbish. I advise you not to humiliate yourself. You'll be too ashamed if someone throws it out."

Zhuang Qingxiang glanced at her indifferently, then turned and walked away.

Kong Yazhen felt looked down upon by her and was so angry that she immediately chased after her.

Jiang Weihai was extremely worried. He wanted to stop Kong Yazhen, but he couldn't abandon the child. So he could only follow behind her for a couple of steps, shouting for Zhuang Qingxiang to be careful.

Zhuang Qingxiang turned back and smiled at him: "I'll be careful, don't worry. I'll leave the child with you for now."

Jiang Weihai nodded vigorously.

Zhuang Qingxiang then left, while Kong Yazhen followed behind her, mocking her for overestimating herself.

After hearing it so many times, Zhuang Qingxiang became annoyed and quickened her pace.

But she couldn't shake off Kong Yazhen at all. When she arrived at Mr. Ross's residence and knocked on the door to go in, Kong Yazhen followed her in directly.

Zhuang Qingxiang could only suppress her anger and smile at Mr. Ross: "Mr. Ross, I've brought you dinner."

Mr. Ross nodded, a smile on his face. "I can smell the bread. Freshly baked today, right?"

"Yes," Zhuang Qingxiang said, setting out the dinner.

I saw my usual steak, bread, vegetable salad, and a bowl of soup.

"This soup is..."

"It's beef soup," Zhuang Qingxiang said with a smile, "with onions, carrots..."

Zhuang Qingxiang gave a brief introduction and then helped Mr. Ross set out the tableware.

Mr. Ross was very satisfied with the food Zhuang Qingxiang had prepared, as well as her attitude. The cutlery she had provided was the kind of knife and fork he was used to.

Just as he was about to sit down at the dining table, he realized there was another person in the room.