Ji Mingxuan pushed the two of them away with a look of disgust.
Then he took a step back and looked at the two of them warily: "Why are you two here? Who is this?"
Su Jingyu didn't mind at all that Ji Mingxuan disliked them, and said, "I heard that you were back, so Qi Lian and I came over. As for her, she is Qi Lian's partner."
Qi Lian smiled sheepishly and said, "This is my partner, Yu Jiajia, who used to be an educated youth in the village."
Yu Jiajia stepped forward and greeted Ji Mingxuan: "Hello."
Ji Mingxuan was a little surprised and nodded: "Okay."
Looking at the things in their hands, he said helplessly: "Let's go inside first."
I thought I could live a two-person world here after leaving Beijing.
As a result, these two products came to me.
It is not accurate to say that one product has arrived and another one has a target, so I won’t say that.
Su Jingyu saw Zhao Jingyi and rushed over: "Little cousin."
Zhao Jing was stunned for a moment, then asked with a smile: "Why are you here? Have you had breakfast?"
Su Jingyu shook his head: "I haven't eaten yet. I came here as soon as I got off the train."
Zhao Jing asked them to sit down: "Eat that one, I just made a lot."
Ji Mingxuan specially cooked a lot of porridge in the morning so that he could have cold porridge at noon.
It's just autumn now, it's hot during the day and a little cool at night.
They came just in time.
When Zhao Jing saw the girl next to Qi Lian, she was stunned for a moment and felt that she looked familiar. She couldn't remember for a while: "What are you doing?"
Qi Lian said with some embarrassment: "Little cousin, hey, this is my partner Yu Jiajia, who used to be an educated youth in the village."
Zhao Jing suddenly realized that she was indeed an educated youth from the village.
She is very low-key and has basically no sense of presence.
But Zhao Jingyi also remembers that it was mainly because of Tan Xue.
She and Tan Xue were inseparable when they were educated youths in the village.
She is a very sensible girl.
But I didn't expect that she would be with Qilian.
"You can't tell. Your boy Jiajia is a good girl. Don't bully others, or I will beat you up."
Qi Lian chuckled and said, "How can I give it up?"
Ji Mingxuan went to the kitchen to get them dishes and chopsticks.
Zhao Jingyi suddenly turned her head and looked at Su Jingyu who was sitting next to her: "Qilian already has a partner, why haven't you already?"
Su Jingyu hadn't even finished a mouthful of porridge, and he was completely confused.
After swallowing the porridge, he asked doubtfully: "He has a partner, but it has nothing to do with me?"
Zhao Jingyi said angrily: "You are already quite old this year. My fourth sister-in-law is so worried because you don't have a partner."
Su Jingyu was helpless and anxious. He saw that each of them had their wives hugging him, but he didn't. He was also very envious, but no girl liked him.
"I want to, but no one likes me."
Zhao Jing glanced at him and saw that his expression didn't look like he was telling lies. She pondered for a moment, no one in the Su family was ugly, how could there be no one?
After thinking about it for a while, she still didn't understand. Zhao Jingyi asked uncertainly: "Are you too high-minded?"
Su Jingyu's eyes widened when he heard this, and he pointed at himself with a look of disbelief: "I have high standards? Little cousin, don't be ridiculous, I really don't have high standards."
Zhao Jing choked one by one and said with some distress: "Then how could it not be? She doesn't look ugly."
The last sentence almost choked him to death.
Even if you are not a close relative, you cannot say this.
Su Jingyu said: "If it doesn't work, can you introduce me to one?"
Zhao Jingyi: "..."
"You'd better find it yourself."
She doesn't want to be a matchmaker.
Su Jingyu: "..."
After breakfast, Zhao Jing went out to get busy.
Ji Mingxuan also went to town.
There were only three of them left at home, and they were allowed to choose their own room. After a little cleaning, they could rest.
After all, someone comes to clean it every day, so the house is not dirty, and the quilts and other items have been removed and washed.
At this time, a little girl of eight or nine years old came to the door. She was fair and tender.
Looking at the door closed, his face wrinkled slightly, as if he was debating whether to knock or not.