Seven years after transmigrating, he was cornered at the head of the bed by a cold and aloof empress

Chapter 74 Mother-in-law's Surprise Inspection? Level 1 Combat Readiness!

"Shameful?"

These two words were like a heavy hammer blow, slamming hard onto the expensive marble floor of the living room, their echo lingering long afterward.

Lin Zhou touched his nose and didn't dare to retort.

In this home, or rather, for the past seven years, those two words have almost become his exclusive label. Especially in front of his internationally renowned pianist mother-in-law, it seems as if even a slightly heavier breath is wrong.

"Mom, calm down."

Lin Zhou, with keen insight, bent down and took out two pairs of brand-new silk slippers from the shoe cabinet, placing them neatly beside the two elders' feet.

Their movements were so practiced it was heartbreaking.

"Don't call me Mom."

Li Yuehua, with a cold face, didn't even glance at the slippers on the floor, and walked straight to the main seat of the sofa, stepping on her high heels that she hadn't taken off yet.

With a flick of her cashmere shawl, she exudes confidence and charisma.

The manner of the visit was more like that of someone preparing to expel a student who had played the wrong note in Vienna's Golden Hall than a guest at his daughter's home.

Su Zhentian followed slowly behind, his hands behind his back.

Although the old professor didn't say a word, his eyes, hidden behind his glasses, swept around the room like two searchlights before finally settling on Lin Zhou.

His gaze was deep and thoughtful, carrying the aloofness and scrutiny characteristic of intellectuals.

"Dad, Mom, have some tea."

Lin Zhou quickly brewed two cups of Da Hong Pao tea, held them with both hands, and placed them respectfully on the coffee table.

The aroma of tea wafted through the air, but it couldn't warm the room, which had plummeted to freezing temperatures.

"I can't drink this tea."

Li Yuehua glanced at the exquisite bone china teacup, her tone indifferent:

"Lin Zhou, I know you're shameless, but I never thought you could be this shameless."

She took her phone out of her bag, and the screen showed Lin Zhou carrying Su Qingge and running wildly through the mud, as well as a video of him massaging Su Qingge's feet.

"Look at this! What kind of mess is this?"

Li Yuehua pointed at the screen, her fingers trembling slightly with anger:

"Covered in mud, completely unkempt! Bowing and scraping before the camera, cooking, washing feet, and even performing a pig-slaughtering act?"

"Although our Su family isn't a top-tier wealthy family, we're still a respectable scholarly family! Qingge is a superstar, an artist!"

"Her husband should be a partner with whom she can share a spiritual connection, a steadfast pine tree that shelters her from the storms of life!"

"Instead of a..."

Li Yuehua took a deep breath, seemingly searching for a less offensive word, but ultimately failed:

"Instead of a male nanny who only knows how to fend for himself around the stove and relies on sensationalism to grab attention!"

That's too harsh a statement.

It's like pointing at a monk and calling him a bald monk; it doesn't save him any face at all.

Lin Zhou stood by the coffee table with his eyes lowered, his face showing no sign of humiliation.

He knows it perfectly well.

The original owner was indeed a jerk for the past seven years, breaking the hearts of the two elders. Now that they've come to vent their frustrations, that's only natural.

Being able to stand at attention when being beaten is a basic quality of a son-in-law.

"Mom! You've gone too far!"

Lin Zhou could tolerate it, but Su Qingge couldn't.

She walked a few steps to Lin Zhou's side, reached out, and firmly grasped Lin Zhou's hand, which was somewhat congested from hanging down for a long time.

Palms pressed together convey silent support.

"Lin Zhou is not a nanny, he is my husband."

Su Qingge looked at her mother, and for the first time, a hint of defiance appeared in her eyes:

"Moreover, everything he did on the show was to take care of me. Without him, I probably wouldn't even be able to eat or sleep properly."

"You only saw his disheveled side, but you didn't see him carrying me on his back for five kilometers to protect me; you didn't see him competing with others in public to help me out of a predicament."

"He's very good, better than you can imagine."

"good?"

Li Yuehua laughed in exasperation, her voice rising an octave:

"Is being able to cook good enough? Is being able to wash feet good enough? Then what's the point of having a nanny? What's the point of having a caregiver?"

"Su Qingge, when did your standards become so low? Have you been living such a hard life these past few years that you've forgotten who you are?"

"Alright."

Su Zhentian, who had been silent all along, finally spoke.

He pushed up his glasses, his voice not loud, but carrying an undeniable air of authority.

"What kind of behavior is this, making such a racket so late at night?"

Su Zhentian looked at Lin Zhou, his eyes not showing the same blatant disdain as Li Yuehua's, but his indifference and detachment were even more unsettling.

"Lin Zhou, since Qingge is protecting you, we won't say anything more."

"But as a person, one must have integrity and value."

"Now that you've married into the Su family...now that you've entered our Su family, you should think about how to improve yourself, instead of spending your days scheming about underhanded methods."

The old professor's words were like daggers to the heart.

Lin Zhou gave a bitter smile to himself.

These two old people, one playing the good cop and the other the bad cop, worked together seamlessly.

It seems this hurdle won't be easy to overcome today.

If it were the old Lin Zhou, he would probably have run out the door in shame by now.

But Lin Zhou now has a cheat code that he controls.

He gently squeezed Su Qingge's hand, signaling her to calm down.

Then, he raised his head, a gentle and humble smile on his face, and said neither servilely nor arrogantly:

"Dad, Mom, you're right to scold me."

"I was immature before and caused you all worry. But... I'm trying to change."

"As the saying goes, food is the most important thing for people. Taking good care of Qingge and Nuonuo's stomachs is also a kind of value, right?"

"That's just sophistry!"

Li Yuehua snorted coldly, about to continue her attack.

Sudden.

Her nose twitched.

An extremely domineering, extremely delicious, and seemingly soul-stirring aroma, like an invisible little snake, drifted into her nostrils along the air.

That taste...

Rich and flavorful, with the unique sweetness of seafood and the rich aroma of broth.

For someone who eats only vegetables to maintain their figure and hasn't had dinner yet tonight because they're rushing to get somewhere, this is practically a biological weapon-level attack.

"Gurgle—"

A very faint sound, yet remarkably clear at this moment, came from Li Yuehua's well-maintained stomach.

The air froze instantly.

Li Yuehua's face, which had been as cold as ice, froze at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Immediately afterwards, an embarrassed blush quickly crept up to her ears.

Su Zhentian was also stunned for a moment, his Adam's apple bobbing uncontrollably, and he swallowed back the sermon that was about to come out of his mouth.

"this……"

To cover her embarrassment, Li Yuehua frowned and waved her hand dismissively.

"What does it taste like? It's so pungent!"

Lin Zhou's eyes lit up.

The opportunity is coming!

A barely perceptible smile played at the corners of his lips as he pointed towards the kitchen, his tone sincere yet tinged with just the right amount of apprehension.

"Oh dear, I almost forgot!"

"Mom, you've come at the perfect time. I just made Qingge a bowl of 'Supreme Seafood Noodles,' but I haven't had a chance to serve it yet."

"These noodles won't taste good if they get soggy. Perhaps... you two could do me the honor of tasting them and checking the saltiness?"