Xu Hongzu snorted coldly and turned his head away without speaking.
In the kitchen.
"You're back?" Qiao Jing was stirring the fish in the pot and was a little surprised to see someone coming.
"Well, what kind of fish are you going to make?" Zhan Qipei glanced at the other vegetables in the bag, took them in his hands and started cleaning them.
Qiao Jing turned back and stared at the fish in the pot, "Grandpa Xu likes to eat pickled vegetables."
Zhan Qipei thought of Xu Hongzu and Xu Moqian, his grandfather and grandson, and his face darkened, but he had to help Qiao Jing cut the sauerkraut.
I don’t know since when, Zhan Qipei and Qiao Jing have a certain tacit understanding of cooking. They cook much faster when there is a man helping them.
Five dishes and one soup were served on the table, and the three people in the living room quickly sat down at the dining table.
The position of the five people sitting was very clever. Zhan Qi Pei sat on the left side of Qiao Jing, and Xu Moqian was on her right side.
The two old men sat next to their grandsons, as if they were in separate gangs.
"This is called, couples work together so they don't get tired of work." Zhan Yuanshan said with satisfaction, stroking his beard and looking at Xu Hongzu.
"You are such a reckless man, why are you changing your sentences randomly?" Xu Hongzu said angrily.
Zhan Yuanshan and Xu Hongzu were about to quarrel, but Qiao Jing stopped them and said, "Eat."
Zhan Qipei stood up and personally filled a bowl of soup for Qiao Jing and placed it in front of her.
"Thank you." Qiao Jing said thank you.
Seeing such a harmonious scene between the couple, Zhan Yuanshan was very satisfied. He was worthy of being his grandson.
Xu Moqian was not to be outdone. When he saw Qiao Jing finishing my meal, he immediately took the bowl from her hand and said, "Sister Jing, let me help you serve the rice."
"..." Qiao Jing twitched the corner of her mouth speechlessly.
This time it was Xu Hongzu's turn to smile with satisfaction and glanced at Zhan Yuanshan provocatively.
Did you see that your grandson can do it and so can my grandson?
Qiao Jing took the bowl from Xu Moqian and thanked her as usual. When she was about to grab a piece of sweet and sour pork ribs, a pair of familiar hands stretched out.
Zhan Qi Pei gave Qiao Jing a piece of sweet and sour pork ribs, "I know you like this, so you don't need to say thank you to me."
Qiao Jing blinked, hummed, and planned to eat.
Xu Hongzu, who had witnessed the whole process, began to wink at his grandson, which clearly meant that you would also pick up the food.
Xu Moqian quickly understood what he meant and took a piece of fish for Qiao Jing, "Sister Jing, the meat here is the softest and most delicious. Try it."
Zhan Qi Pei, who was sitting on Qiao Jing's left hand side, glanced at Xu Moqian with a face as cold as the wind.
The latter didn't care about Zhan Qi Pei's eyes, and even gave Qiao Jing some food.
Zhan Yuanshan glanced at Zhan Qi Pei, then looked at Qiao Jing.
Then a scene like this occurred.
The bowl of rice in front of Qiao Jing began to pile up into a small mountain. After Zhan Qi Pei pinched a little bit, Xu Moqian followed closely and pinched a bit more.
Finally, when there was no room for it in the bowl, the two of them found a clean bowl respectively. Zhan Qi Pei peeled the shrimps for Qiao Jing, and Xu Moqian picked the fish bones for Qiao Jing.
Qiao Jing looked at the two of them expressionlessly, put down her chopsticks, "Stop picking, eat what you have."
Then he put back the untouched vegetables in the bowl one by one and said, "I haven't eaten any of them. Grandpa Zhan and Grandpa Xu, don't dislike them."
Zhan Qipei and Xu Moqian looked at each other, seeing the same emotion in each other's eyes, and finally put down their chopsticks.
Seeing that the two of them had finally settled down, Qiao Jing started to use his chopsticks.
After the meal, Qiao Jing personally escorted the three of them to the door, "Grandpa Zhan, shall I take you back? Fourth child, you take Grandpa Xu back."
"No, no, no, the driver is waiting for me downstairs. I'll leave first." Zhan Yuanshan said cheerfully, quickly closing the door without giving Xu Hong and his grandson a chance to talk.
How could they disturb the world between his grandson and his granddaughter-in-law?
Xu Hongzu took a few deep breaths and calmed down his mood, "You bastard! What a good opportunity, is it gone?! I will let you fail!"
Peace returned to the house, and when Qiao Jing was about to clear away the dishes, Zhan Qi Pei followed.
"I'll wash it, you just put it in the disinfection cabinet."
After washing the dishes, Qiao Jing left the kitchen and planned to go back to the room to read for a while.
After Zhan Qipei washed his hands, he quickly followed Qiao Jing and reached out to grab Qiao Jing's hand.
But the reason why Qiao Jin walked so fast was that he only grabbed her sleeve, and Zhan Qi Pei couldn't control his strength well.
What followed was a snapping sound.
Qiao Jing's collar was pulled off and slid down to her right arm.
"I just want to ask... why is Xu Moqian here?" Zhan Qipei stared at his exposed shoulders and swallowed.
"Grandpa Xu called him here." Qiao Jing reached out and pulled back her collar, frowning at the clothes that had come off.
You can't throw it away, you can sew it back and still wear it.
The neckline became very loose due to the loose thread, and dropped more than one degree.
"Shall I sew it back for you? Or I can help you buy a new one." Zhan Qipei tried hard not to imagine other things, and turned around to find needle and thread.
Qiao Jing raised her eyebrows slightly, feeling a little surprised. Zhan Qi Pei knew how to sew clothes?
She went back to the room and changed into another one. When she came out, she found Zhan Qi Pei standing at the door with a needle and thread waiting for her, "Can you sew?"
"Yes." Zhan Qipei opened his eyes and said nonsense.
Zhan Qi Pei said it was easy, but in fact, he just secretly watched the video tutorial.
Qiao Jing hesitated for a moment and took out the clothes she had changed.
Zhan Qipei picked up the needle with a solemn expression, sat down on the sofa, and began threading.
The man raised his long eyebrows, pursed his thin lips tightly without his knowledge, and kept trying to thread the needle.
"Hiss." After Zhan Qi Pei was pricked again, he decisively wiped off the blood beads and continued to thread the needle with the thread.
Qiao Jing saw the action of wiping blood and saw the fact that Zhan Qi Pei couldn't sew clothes.
She frowned slightly, an invisible wave appeared in her eyes, and a strange feeling passed through her heart.
There was a rare hint of distress on that cold face.
"I'll do it." Qiao Jing took the needle and thread from Zhan Qi Pei's hand, pressed the thread with his fingertips a few times, saw the gap and threaded it through, quickly tying a knot.
She picked up her blouse and started sewing, every movement very skillful.
Seeing Qiao Jing's dexterity, Zhan Qipei realized how clumsy his movements had been, and he couldn't help but feel a little embarrassed.
"The band-aid is in the medicine box." Qiao Jing said while sewing the collar.
Is she caring about herself? It proves that she still has him in her heart.
"No, it's just a little bit of a needle. I'm not that squeamish."
Qiao Jing was about to sew the top. Zhan Qi Pei immediately thought of something. He hurried back to his room and took out a pair of suit pants.
When faced with these custom-made black trousers, Zhan Qi Pei did not hesitate at all. He cut off the stitching near the zipper and took the trousers back to the living room.
"Qiao Jing, my pants are also broken, can you help me sew them?"
Qiao Jing's eyes were a little subtle when she saw the damaged area of Zhan Qipei's pants.
But she didn't say anything. She took the pair of trousers from Zhan Qipei and sewed them in front of him.
When Zhan Qipei looked at Qiao Jing's skillful threading action, his dark eyes darkened. He remembered the first time they met, the day she performed the same operation on herself.