Pampered By All In Different Planes

At this moment, Su Mingzhu was clutching her phone tightly, her eyes brimming with malice.

She had never imagined that Su Zhiruan could be living so well.

Su Mingzhu had planned to show the chat history on her phone to her parents to gain their sympathy and turn them against Su Zhiruan, but then she thought that if her parents, who couldn't go out now, saw how well Su Zhiruan was doing, they might shift their favor towards her. Realizing it might backfire, she silently put down her phone and suppressed her anger.

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On Su Zhiruan's side,

the jerky in the oven was still turning. She had just brushed a layer of maltose water on it and needed to keep baking. Su Zhiruan and Wen Qingyu decided to curl up on the couch and wait.

"Just now... the person you were chatting with, was that your friend?" the young man asked cautiously, before quickly adding, "Sorry, this is your personal matter. I shouldn't have asked."

"It's okay, it's not a secret. She's my blood-related sister," Su Zhiruan explained casually, her head tilted against the couch. "I talk to her less in a whole year than I've talked to you today."

"In our family, there are three children, her, me, and a younger brother. As the middle daughter, our relationship is even worse than enemies," Su Zhiruan said casually, outlining the background. "I should actually be continuing my studies this year, but instead, my family had me drop out early to work. They live in a newly bought villa, while I live in an old, leaky, freezing in winter, and scorching in summer pigeonhole."

The young man's eyes widened, wanting to comfort her, "Don't be sad, I am your friend. They don't care about you, and even make you do such things, they'll regret it later."

"That's what you said, so from now on we're friends!" Su Zhiruan, not being the original person despite having the original's memories, wouldn't tirelessly work like a horse just because of a blood relation like the original did. Her explanation to Wen Qingyu was short, but their relationship could develop slowly.

The young man's lips curved into a smile, using his stunningly beautiful face to look at Su Zhiruan and softly said, "Okay."

His gesture was too enticing; Su Zhiruan immediately averted her gaze. The current Son of the Plane was a hundred percent pure-hearted young man. The longer she watched, the more she felt like an old aunt obsessing over a young man's peerless beauty.

She cleared her throat and twisted open a bottle of jasmine tea from the coffee table, taking two sips to change the subject, "Have you remembered anything these past few days? About your family, friends, and your identity?"

Wen Qingyu shook his head, a bit dejected, "No, I only remember my name."

"But having spent these few days with you, I feel like we are very familiar," he looked up at Su Zhiruan, who seemed a bit distracted upon hearing his words. He promptly stopped the conversation and took the bottle from her hands, which was about to overflow due to her absentmindedness, and put the cap back on.

"Why familiar? In what ways familiar?" Su Zhiruan suddenly looked at him intently, moving forward unconsciously.

Wen Qingyu pondered, then frowned slightly, "I can't tell, but I always feel like I know you. I have no idea about my family or my identity, but with you, I feel like we've known each other for a long time."

Su Zhiruan let out a deep sigh and concluded, "Let's take it slow."

Accompanied by the "ding" of the timer, the period set for the oven elapsed.

The jerky was now officially done.

Just opening the oven door, the rich beef aroma instantly spread throughout the entire ground floor.

"It smells so good!" Su Zhiruan was making jerky for the first time, and although the freshly cooked jerky was a bit hot, it was fully dried, "Let's try adding some pepper salt and chili pepper."

Wen Qingyu immediately fetched these two condiments from beside the spices.

She took a piece of the unseasoned jerky and tasted it.

The freshly baked jerky offered a chewy bite, the seasoning prepared during marination neither too salty nor bland, the meaty flavor laced with sinew, firm in texture with a slight char on the edges, delicious beyond words.

Pointing at the jerky, she looked at Wen Qingyu, "Quick, try some. It's really good!"

Wen Qingyu also picked up a piece of the jerky and savored it slowly.

The striations in the meat were distinct, a bit dry, but it retained the full flavor of the beef, chewy and tasty, virtually indistinguishable from handcrafted fresh jerky sold outside.

"I didn't expect to succeed on the first try!" Exclaimed Su Zhiruan, pleased. She took out several jars. They had made a lot of jerky, so she divided them accordingly: cumin, spicy, pepper salt, and the original flavor. Filling the jars with jerky, she stored them all away.