Marrying My Bestie's Ferocious Brother - He Calls Me His Baby! Chapter 249 - 248: Want to Ruin My Banquet? Then Taste Boili

General Zhang’s powerful voice carried weight with every word, echoing in the hearts of everyone in the living room.

Gu Xiuzhen’s ingratiating smile froze completely on her face.

She stood motionless, like a wooden sculpture struck by lightning.

With General Zhang’s arrival, the atmosphere in the room imdiately beca lively.

Political Commissioner Zhou was the first to react, smiling as he spoke to Lin Wan Yi.

"Wanyi, you really hide your talents well."

"Even General Zhang’s old leg ailnt could be cured; the experts at our military hospital will have nowhere to hide their faces."

Dean Li also expressed his admiration.

"Not just in dicine, I think Wanyi is a genius in agriculture too."

"Those mung beans, those vegetables, are no ordinary products!"

Zhao Tiezhu loudly exclaid while holding a bowl.

"Sister-in-law is truly our treasure! Whoever marries her must have their ancestors smiling down!"

Words of praise, sounds of admiration.

All directed at Lin Wan Yi.

No one glanced again at Gu Xiuzhen in the corner of the sofa.

She was thoroughly and completely ignored.

The heavy golden lock she brought to show off now sat on the coffee table, like a joke.

Gu Xiuzhen felt her face burn, more painful than being slapped ten tis in public.

She clenched her fists, the palms digging in painfully.

No.

This can’t just be let go.

She took a deep breath and forced a smile that was uglier than crying.

"Everyone continue chatting."

She stood up, straightened her clothes, and acted graciously as she walked into the kitchen.

"The soup’s still on the boil in the kitchen. I’ll check the heat, lest Wanyi gets overwheld."

No one responded to her.

Everyone was eagerly chatting around Lin Wan Yi and General Zhang.

Gu Xiuzhen’s silhouette in the bustling living room seed so lonely, and so ridiculous.

She lowered her head and quickly walked into the kitchen.

As soon as the door closed, the smile on her face vanished instantly.

Replaced by malice and distortion.

On the stove, a pot was simring with chicken soup.

The milky soup rolled over, with a rich aroma wafting.

This was the one-year-old soup Lin Wan Yi deliberately made using spiritual spring water and free-range chicken raised in her space for two children.

Gu Xiuzhen’s eyes were fixed on that pot of soup.

A wicked idea was growing wildly in her heart.

Aren’t you capable?

Aren’t you praised by everyone?

Today, I’ll let you trip in front of everyone!

She glanced outside cautiously to ensure no one was paying attention.

Then, she carefully took out a small package wrapped in oil paper from her pocket.

Inside was castor powder she had brought from her hotown.

She opened the package, pinched a bit of the yellow powder, aiming at the boiling soup pot.

As long as it was sprinkled.

Everyone who ate the soup today would spend the night in the bathroom!

Then, let’s see who praises you, Lin Wan Yi!

She smiled coldly.

Just as she was about to let go.

"Sister-in-law! Is there anything delicious left in the kitchen!"

Zhao Tiezhu’s booming voice suddenly sounded at the door, bursting in like a bear.

Gu Xiuzhen was so startled that her hand shook.

The castor powder almost scattered on the ground.

She quickly pulled her hand back, tightly clutching the paper package.

"What... what are you doing! Why don’t you make any noise while walking!"

She scolded in a guilty manner.

Zhao Tiezhu didn’t even glance at her, his eyes fixated on the leftover beef jerky on the chopping board.

"Oh, you’re here too."

He casually greeted and reached for the beef jerky.

"This soup slls amazing! Sister-in-law is incredible, everything she makes is delicious!"

As he ate, he mumbled praises indistinctly.

Gu Xiuzhen felt another stab in her heart hearing those words.

She suppressed her anger and impatiently waved her hand.

"Go, go, eat outside, don’t get in the way here."

"Alright, I’ll take it out and share it with the brothers."

Zhao Tiezhu happily grabbed the plate and left.

Once again, Gu Xiuzhen was left alone in the kitchen.

She patted her chest to calm her nerves and refocused her gaze on the pot of soup.

This ti, she couldn’t afford a mistake.

She took out the oil paper packet again.

However, she didn’t notice.

In the half-light and shadow behind the kitchen door.

Half-year-old Gu An was quietly sitting on the carpet.

Not crying, not fussing.

In his small hands, he was holding a pair of tweezers from the precision tool set Professor Wang had given him, trying to pick up a fallen screw.

His large, grape-like eyes were not looking at the toy in his hand.

But through the door crack, watching every move of Gu Xiuzhen in the kitchen clearly and intently.

Gu Xiuzhen reopened the paper packet.

The malice in her eyes was so thick it couldn’t be dissolved.

But what if directly adding the powder was discovered?

An even more sinister plan ford in her mind.

She glanced at her feet.

Then, she quietly poured a ladle of cold water around her feet.

The cent floor beca slippery imdiately.

She adjusted her position, calculating the distance between herself and the soup pot.

Her face instantly switched to an expression of panic.

"Oh no!"

She scread, intentionally slipped her foot.

The whole person, in an exaggerated posture, lunged towards the stove where the boiling chicken soup was.

Her hand did not reach towards the ground for support.

But aid directly at the handle of the pot!

She had it all planned out.

Once the pot overturned, hot soup would splash everywhere.

She might get a slight burn at most, but the whole feast would be ruined!

Lin Wan Yi’s hard work would go to waste!

Just when she was about to "succeed."

A slender but strong hand reached over from behind her.

Stably holding the soup pot that was about to fall!

It was Lin Wan Yi!

Gu Xiuzhen’s plot fell through.

She was startled inside, just about to say sothing.

But Lin Wan Yi seed equally frightened.

As she held the soup pot, the other hand carrying a freshly filled, steaming bowl wobbled as if bumped.

"A quiver of the hand."

The entire bowl of steaming chicken soup arced precisely.

Without missing a drop.

Poured completely on Gu Xiuzhen’s nylon-stocking clad right foot!

"Ah!"

A shrill scream echoed throughout the yard.

Gu Xiuzhen hugged her foot, jumping up in pain on the spot.

Lin Wan Yi’s face was full of "panic" and "innocence."

"Oh no!"

Her voice carried just the right amount of self-bla and concern.

"Aunt, how could you be so careless!"

Everyone from the living room rushed over, crowding the small kitchen door.

Zhao Tiezhu’s booming voice was the first to sound.

"What’s happening here?!"

"Oh my God, the foot... it’s scalded!"

Political Commissioner Zhou’s face changed, stepping forward quickly.

"Hurry! Take her to the clinic!"