Mr. Su's Love Investigation Report
Chapter 51: What Should It Be Called?

Chapter 51: Chapter 51: What Should It Be Called?

The topic was simply too much to Fan Yue’s taste, wasn’t it? In the time that followed, the two of them had a pleasantly deep conversation about how to outsmart Mr. Su. Tu Hengsha felt these two were like soulmates, destined to become best friends. Her position was threatened!

Only when Grandma Xu called them to eat noodles did they end their conversation, still reluctant to part.

Fan Yue was in high spirits and winked at Tu Hengsha, "Little Sha, did you take notes in a little notebook?"

"..." Take notes on what? The boring conversation they had? Watching Fan Yue’s silly expression, as if he had a hundred ways to make Mr. Su "wish he were dead," Tu Hengsha felt a bit worried for Fan Yue, wondering what her reaction would be if she knew the person right before her was Mr. Su...

Mr. Su strolled leisurely into the kitchen to eat noodles. Tu Hengsha shook her head, deciding not to reveal the truth to her just yet—at least not until she had enjoyed herself enough! However, she hoped not to endure awkward small talk for the entire afternoon again. Luckily, he had a sense of self-awareness; after two bowls of noodles, he claimed he was tired and went back to Grandma’s room to rest.

Grandma Xu naturally spoiled her grandson in every way, and she was quite pleased with Mr. Su’s capacity for two bowls of noodles, "Gugu, you’ve loved my homemade noodles since you were a child, always eating two big bowls each time!"

Really? Back in the disaster area, she saw him get full with just one piece of bread...

Fan Yue nodded in agreement, "Grandma, I also ate two bowls. Grandma, your noodles are so delicious. Why don’t you teach me how to make the soup and the toppings? I’ll make them for Cui Pei next time."

"Why bother learning when you two can just come eat at Grandma’s?" Grandma laughed.

"No way, how could we keep troubling you!"

"It’s not troublesome at all. A cook is happiest when someone enjoys their food and eats a lot. The worst thing is when no one eats..."

Although Grandma said this with a smile, Tu Hengsha inexplicably sensed a hint of loneliness.

In the end, Fan Yue still pestered Grandma to teach her, so Tu Hengsha joined in to learn as well.

Indeed, that evening was a grand feast. The two of them accompanied Grandma Xu in the kitchen for the entire afternoon, and by dusk, they finally prepared a twelve-dish banquet.

Grandma Xu felt quite apologetic, "It truly must have tired you out! Especially you, girl—it’s your first time here and you’re still a guest!"

Grandma always called her "girl," which she found endearing.

Su Ronggui was still in the room and hadn’t come out, so Grandma Xu asked her to call him for dinner.

She couldn’t refuse and headed toward Grandma’s room.

The door wasn’t fully closed—a five-finger-wide gap—and through it, she could vaguely see the xuan paper on the yellow pear wood table, displaying iron painting silver hook characters. A faint aroma of mugwort drifted out, somewhat similar to his scent but more pungent.

Standing in front of the door carved with magpies perched on plum blossoms, she hesitated for a moment. Mr. Su, Xu Gui, Gugu—all these names rolled around on her tongue, but none escaped her lips.

She didn’t know what to call him.

She knocked on the door, only to find that the hinge was loose. Her knock pushed it open, and she saw someone lying on the same yellow pear wood sofa. Strangely enough, a dog was sprawled on the person’s body, with his hand hugging Bangbangtang’s chubby waist... Oh well, it didn’t have a waist...

Bangbangtang was born a dog and was much more alert than a human. As soon as the door opened, it woke up, nudging its head and discovering it was her. It revealed a disinterested expression before burying its head in his arms to continue its deep sleep...

She let out a silent sigh—it was her dog, and it had betrayed her so quickly?