Ji Mingxuan stood up to wash the pot and said calmly: "You can go out and take a look."
Su Jingyang was stunned. Oh, he was confused.
I was about to turn around, but then I thought about whether it would be too obvious to go out by myself.
After thinking about it, I gave up and said, "Forget it, I'd better make fish."
Ji Mingxuan: "..."
Gu Beichuan: "..."
Outside.
As soon as Zhao Jing saw Su Jingshen coming out, she glanced at Su Jingyu and Jiang Lin.
It's over, forget about him.
When Su Jingyu saw her third brother, her whole body froze.
She forgot about her third brother.
Subconsciously looking at Zhao Jingyi for help, he also moved towards her.
Zhao Jingyi: "..." She also feels a little guilty.
Su Jingshen came over with braised pork, his expression didn't change much.
The system reminded: "It's better for the host not to speak at this time."
Zhao Jingyi felt the same, but looked at the frightened Su Jingyu beside her and sighed slightly.
Forget it, just improvise.
Su Jingshen put the dishes away and found a stool to sit down.
He looked at Jiang Lin with an imperceptible look.
Jiang Lin sat up straight and looked very calm, but the hand on his knee, index finger and thumb rubbing back and forth betrayed his mood.
Nan Yunyu didn't speak this time, intending to let him deal with it on his own.
Su Jingshen asked: "Who is this?"
He just pretended that he didn't know and tested him.
When Zhao Jing saw that no one was talking, she said, "This is my godmother's nephew."
Su Jingshen asked in confusion: "Mrs. Nan's nephew? Why is he here?"
Su Jingyan whispered: "Third brother, he is an educated youth like us."
Su Jingshen nodded and said with a hint of meaning: "I see, it's fate."
Jiang Lin hesitated for a moment and politely shouted: "Mr. Su."
Su Jingshen nodded.
The atmosphere became quiet again.
Su Jingshen spoke again: "What did you say just now? Why did I stop talking as soon as I came out? I couldn't listen?"
When Zhao Jing heard what he said, the corner of her mouth twitched: "No, you are overthinking."
Su Jingshen smiled, and suddenly looked at Su Jingyu who was hiding behind Zhao Jingyi, and said deliberately: "Little girl, why are you standing behind your little cousin? Are you scared?"
Su Jingyu's whole body froze, and her face instantly turned pale.
The fingers holding the corner of Zhao Jing's clothes used a little more strength.
I was so nervous that I stuttered and said, "No, no."
The smile on Su Jingshen's face faded slightly, and his eyes narrowed a bit, giving him a sense of oppression.
"I'm terrible? Huh? You stutter when you speak. Did you do something wrong?"
Su Jingyu was so frightened by what he was doing that her face turned a little pale. She shook her head and said, "No."
Su Jingshen said calmly: "Without you, what are you afraid of?"
Jiang Lin saw that Su Jingyu was about to cry, and subconsciously shouted: "Mr. Su."
Su Jingshen raised his eyes and looked over: "Jiang Zhiqing, what's the matter?"
Jiang Lin rubbed his fingers and asked with a smile: "I heard that the braised pork made by Mr. Su is very delicious. I would like to ask if Mr. Su can teach me. My mother likes braised pork very much. I want to wait until I go back.
It’s time to cook a meal for my mother.”
Jiang Juner and Nan Yunyu, mother and daughter, looked at each other.
It seems that they underestimated Jiang Lin's feelings for Su Jingyu.
I'm afraid these words were made up on the fly.
He has never cooked at home. His parents or several older sisters have been doing it since he was a child.
Not to mention cooking, it would be good if he could distinguish between sugar and salt.