Just when Zhan Qipei was thinking this, the doorbell rang.
"He should be here." Qiao Jing walked towards the door.
Zhan Qipei followed closely, thinking who is coming?
As soon as Qiao Jing opened the door, Xu Moqian's loud voice sounded instantly.
"Sister Jing, I bought celery, shepherd's purse, leeks, and black pig pork."
"Well, thank you for your hard work, come in." Qiao Jing took a pair of shoes and slippers and handed them to Xu Moqian.
"It's not hard work. If I can eat the dumplings made by you, Sister Jing, the hard work is nothing." Xu Moqian said as he walked to the kitchen carrying the vegetables. When he passed by Zhan Qi Pei, he curled his lips.
Zhan Qipei's face darkened and he looked at Qiao Jing, "Why did you call him here?"
"Because the dough is made by hand, the dough is rolled out, and the stuffing is chopped. It's too busy for one person." Qiao Jing replied disapprovingly.
"Don't you know that I don't like eating with outsiders?" Zhan Qipei said with an unhappy face.
"Well, then you can go out to eat at night. If there are less people, I can pack less food."
As soon as Qiao Jing said these words, Zhan Qi Pei's face instantly turned black.
"Pfft -" Xu Moqian suppressed a laugh, "Yes, President Zhan has a rich and noble status. You are not used to the simple food cooked by Sister Jing. You should go to a five-star hotel to eat."
"This is my home!" Zhan Qipei emphasized with half-squinted eyes.
"This is Sister Jing's home." Xu Moqian didn't show any weakness at all.
Who is to be afraid of! He was a thorn in the side from elementary school to university, and there was no teacher who could control him. That is to say, later on, he took Qiao Jing's class in college, and from then on he was controlled by Qiao Jing.
dead.
Just when the tension was about to break out, the doorbell rang again.
Who is here again?
Qiao Jing went to open the door again. As soon as the door opened, she was surprised by the sudden appearance of a large bouquet of red roses.
Then, Zhan Ruiting showed his head.
"Dr. Qiao, I'm here to thank you for your life-saving grace!"
Zhan Ruiting wore a rose-red suit today, her hair was combed back, and her big leather shoes were polished.
"Oh." Qiao Jing took the rose from Zhan Ruiting and found a pair of shoes to drag to him.
"Cousin, why are you here?" Zhan Ruiting frowned and looked at Zhan Qipei and asked.
Zhan Qipei took a deep breath, his tense face almost splitting.
"This is my home! Are you asking the wrong question?"
"That's right." After Zhan Ruiting responded perfunctorily, he ignored Zhan Qi Pei and looked at Qiao Jing with a smile, "This flower is very heavy, let me help you put it up."
Before Qiao Jing could say anything, Zhan Qi Pei came over and took a quick step towards Zhan Ruiting. He took the flowers from Qiao Jing's hand and threw them to the ground in a corner.
Xu Moqian heard the noise and came out of the kitchen.
"Sister Jing, was he the one you called over to help make dumplings?"
"Xu Moqian? Why are you here?" Zhan Ruiting looked at Xu Moqian with the eyes of a love rival.
"Why am I here? Sister Jing and I have known each other since we were in college, so is it my turn to ask this?" When Xu Moqian said this, he noticed the large bouquet of roses placed in the corner of the wall and thought
Myself when I was in college.
The first time I met Qiao Jing, I fell in love with her beauty. Holding a large bouquet of roses and a band, I confessed my love to Qiao Jing boldly and passionately, but Qiao Jing turned him away with just one word.
She said: She likes to have better grades than her.
Are you kidding? Qiao Jing was only 18 at the time and was already a professor at their university. Not only that, he already had his own research institute at that time and had made significant achievements in the field of agriculture.
"Are you college classmates?" Zhan Ruiting asked.
"How could I be classmates with Sister Jing? She was my university professor at the time." After Xu Moqian finished speaking, he noticed the warning look Qiao Jing looked towards him.
Zhan Qipei looked at Qiao Jing and Xu Moqian with half-sent eyes, keeping secret. His intuition told him that the possibility of Xu Moqian lying was not very high.
If Xu Moqian really did not lie, it means that Qiao Jing became a university professor before he was twenty years old.
Would such a genius be willing to work as a cleaner in a research institute?
Also, after he knew that Qiao Jing was a temporary doctor at Luzijin Hospital, he began to figure out that the possibility of Qiao Jing being a cleaning professional was very low.
"What? She is your professor? Who are you fooling? How is it possible? You have graduated many years ago. How old was Dr. Qiao when you were in college? How could she be your university professor?" Zhan Ruiting said he didn't believe it.
Xu Moqian curled his lips and did not answer. He turned to look at Qiao Jing and said, "I've washed all the dishes. Let's get started."
"Do you want to cook? I'll help too." Zhan Ruiting took off his suit jacket, rolled up his sleeves and walked towards Qiao Jing.
"Go, go, what can you, a young man with no fingers in the world, do to help? Go aside and don't cause trouble." Xu Moqian stood in front of Qiao Jing, waving his hand at Xu Moqian.
"Why can't I help? Besides, you are not the second generation of the eldest young master?"
"We are going to make dumplings, can you do it?" Xu Moqian asked with raised eyebrows.
"I, I don't know how, but I can learn!" Zhan Ruiting, because of his thick skin, did not fall behind.
"Who has time to teach you, hurry up and leave!" Xu Moqian issued an eviction order.
Zhan Ruiting refused to leave. Not only did he not leave, he also dug in.
Qiao Jing glanced at the two of them with a headache, "Fourth, don't stop him. If he wants to come in, just let him in."
"Sister Jing, how could you?"
"Dr. Qiao, you are so hospitable!" Zhan Ruiting happily pushed Xu Moqian away and followed Qiao Jing into the kitchen.
Xu Moqian twitched the corner of his mouth speechlessly, straightened out the wrinkled clothes that were pushed by Zhan Ruiting just now, and walked in.
The living room suddenly became quiet, and Zhan Qi Pei was the only one left.
The cold air slowly rose from the man's body and spread out.
Zhan Qipei's tense face was covered with frost that had lasted for thousands of years.
Compared with the silence in the living room, the man's voice that sounded from time to time in the kitchen was particularly harsh.