Su Manhan just stood outside the door. After watching Zhan Nanqing walk in hurriedly, she also followed.
In the kitchen, Zhan Nanqing has finished washing the vegetables and put them in the basket.
Qiao Jing put the vegetables on the chopping board, and when she was about to cut them, Zhan Nanqing spoke.
"Can you teach me how to cook?"
She also held a kitchen knife in her hand and stood next to Qiao Jing, staring at his hand.
Su Manhan's eyes widened immediately, and she looked at Zhan Nanqing in disbelief.
What? Her daughter actually wants to learn to cook?
Zhan Nanqing, who has not cooked for more than 20 years and still dislikes the strong smell of kitchen fumes, is now taking the initiative to learn to cook?
Qiao Jing raised her eyes and glanced at Zhan Nanqing. After seeing that Zhan Nanqing really wanted to learn, she brought another chopping board.
"Wash it again, put it on, and watch me cut it first."
Zhan Nanqing happily washed the dishes and stood next to Qiao Jing.
She stared at Qiao Jing's chopping technique carefully, and the other party deliberately slowed down so that she could see each step clearly.
The shapes of the radishes cut by Qiao Jin were almost exactly the same, and the shredded potatoes were also cut very finely.
Zhan Nanqing looked at this extremely beautiful knife technique, swallowed subconsciously, and looked down at the radishes and potatoes lying on the chopping board.
She seemed to have seen the two vegetables in advance, how miserable they were under her knife.
Qiao Jing stood aside and signaled Zhan Nanqing to start cutting.
When he made the first cut, Qiao Jing frowned and stopped.
"The posture of holding the knife is wrong."
Zhan Nanqing looked like she was humbly asking the teacher for advice and immediately gave up her seat.
Su Manhan's eyes almost fell off when she saw it. Is this really her daughter?
Such humility in learning is really something I’ve never seen before!
What kind of ecstasy soup did Qiao Jing pour into these two children?
Qi Pei let it go, even Nan Qing now looks like she completely listens to Qiao Jing.
Nan Qing was originally in the same camp as her, but when did she end up joining Qiao Jing?
Su Manhan just stood outside the kitchen, staring at the two people busy inside.
It wasn't until they both finished cooking that she came back to her senses, washed her hands and sat at the dining table.
Although she hates Qiao Jing, she has to admit that the food Qiao Jing cooks is really delicious.
Qiao Jing had already noticed Su Manhan's arrival and cooked her share of the meal.
Zhan Nanqing glanced at the food on the table and then at her cooking. She looked very miserable.
She hesitated a little and stood there holding the shredded potatoes, wondering whether she should put them on.
"This is mine..."
Qiao Jing looked doubtfully at Zhan Nanqing, who was standing there holding a plate of dishes.
"Huh? Put it on."
Forget it, if it’s ugly, it’s ugly.
Thinking of this, Zhan Nanqing put the dishes on the table. After they were put on the table, the dishes she cooked were in sharp contrast with the dishes Qiao Jing made.
The vegetables she stir-fried looked like they had been roasted in the fire, even if they were burnt, there were still a few potato chunks in the shredded potatoes.
She diverted her attention to other things. She really couldn't stand this dish.
"When did my brother-"
Before she finished speaking, there was a movement at the door.
Zhan Qi Pei was changing his shoes at the entrance and frowned when he smelled the aroma of rice.
She didn't know she was pregnant and still cooked.
He quickly walked into the kitchen and raised his eyebrows when he saw Su Manhan coming.
"Why are you cooking? Didn't you say I would do it?"
As soon as Zhan Qi Pei walked in, he saw Su Manhan.
"mom."
When you see Su Manhan appear at home, you will think of Qiao Jing's fainting.
Su Manhan was still shocked by Zhan Qi Pei's words that he was here to cook, but now she came back to her senses.
"I'm back, let's have dinner."
She murmured in her heart, is it her son who is responsible for cooking now?
So what is Qiao Jing doing at home?
Qiao Jing was about to go back to the kitchen to take out the tableware, but Zhan Qipei saw her intention and stopped her.
"I'll just go and get it. You go and sit down."
Zhan Nanqing also cooperated with her brother.
"Yes, just leave this kind of thing to me and my brother. You are responsible for sitting back and waiting."
The two of them walked into the kitchen without any explanation and took the bowls from the cupboard, unwilling to let Qiao Jing cook anything.
While eating, Qiao Jing was just about to stand up and serve herself a bowl of soup when the bowl in her hand was taken away by a big hand.
Zhan Qipei helped her fill the soup and placed it in front of Qiao Jing.
Qiao Jing had no choice but to thank her and finish the bowl of soup. When she wanted to get up and serve herself some rice, the bowl in her hand was taken away again.
But this time it was not Qi Pei, but Nan Qing.
Zhan Nanqing had a bowl in her hand, but she didn't know how much Qiao Jing ate, so she looked a little embarrassed and asked in a low voice.
"Qiao Jing, how much do you eat?"
Without waiting for Qiao Jing to answer, Zhan Qipei took the bowl away from Zhan Nanqing's hand and took three spoonfuls.
When he put the bowl in front of Qiao Jing, he didn't forget to add something.
"I can serve it. Only I know how much she eats."
Zhan Nanqing was speechless at her brother's declaration of sovereignty.
Really, she couldn't steal his wife, why would she declare sovereignty to her?
Su Manhan sat aside and stared at the children she had given birth to, feeling a little unhappy.
Why do these two people treat Qiao Jing like an ancestor?
It’s just a meal, and they all have to help? It’s not like Qiao Jing has no skills.
Even she, a mother, has never enjoyed such good treatment. Why should Qiao Jing enjoy it?
Su Manhan glanced at her empty bowl, then at Zhan Qipei and Zhan Nanqing, and found that they had no intention of helping her fill the soup.
She became even more angry and glared at Qiao Jing when no one else could see it.
After feeling the gaze, Qiao Jing raised her eyes to look at the other person, and then concentrated on eating.
When she raised her eyes and lowered her eyes again, the bowl was already filled with vegetables.
Zhan Qipei and Zhan Nanqing seemed to be competing to see who could take more vegetables, and kept adding vegetables to her bowl.
She could no longer see the rice in the bowl, and the vegetables were piled into a hill.
The corners of Qiao Jing's mouth twitched imperceptibly, and she looked at the two of them helplessly.
"That's enough, the bowl won't fit anymore."
The brother and sister then stopped, and Zhan Qi Pei stared at Qiao Jing.
When Qiao Jing saw that the two of them were no longer going on, he could start eating with peace of mind. He picked up a piece of meat at random and put it into his mouth.
Zhan Qi Pei's dark eyes flashed with a hint of displeasure, that piece of meat was pinched by Zhan Nanqing.
How could his wife eat someone else’s food first?
Thinking of this, Zhan Qipei glanced at Zhan Nanqing coldly.
The air seemed to be filled with the sour smell of an overturned vinegar jar.
Zhan Nanqing looked away speechlessly, Qiao Jing just ate her food first.
Why are you even jealous of your sister?
She felt that her brother must have been reincarnated by a jealous man in his last life.
Zhan Qi Pei's peripheral vision suddenly caught a glimpse of a dish on the table.
The appearance of this dish was so ugly that he noticed at a glance that this dish was definitely not made by Qiao Jing.
"Who made this dish?"
Zhan Nanqing immediately became energetic.
"I did it."
She stared at Zhan Qi Pei, waiting for her brother's comment.
Zhan Qi Pei raised his long eyebrows without even touching the dish with his chopsticks.
"So ugly."
His evaluation made Zhan Nanqing's already unconfident mood even worse.
Qiao Jing saw Zhan Nanqing's shocked look and took a chopstick of shredded potatoes as if nothing had happened.
Zhan Nanqing's dim eyes suddenly lit up, her face full of anticipation, waiting for Qiao Jing's evaluation.
Qiao Jing opened his mouth.
“It’s delicious.”
Zhan Nanqing cast a very moved look at Qiao Jing. Only Qiao Jing and herself were willing to eat the fried shredded potatoes at the dinner table.
Su Manhan sat aside and watched the three people eating, which made her feel like she was an outsider.