At this time, the door opened, and Jing's father walked in wearing sportswear after morning exercise, with a smile on his face.
"Beauty, are you awake?"
Jing Jiaren rarely sees Father Jing's smile anymore. Since she woke up, she often sees Father Jing sighing, and there seems to be a deep sadness between his eyebrows.
She thought it must be Jing's mother, because every time he asked about Jing's mother, he felt very disappointed.
And Leng Lintian's arrival did please Jing's father, and he was no longer alone.
"Don't go out in a hurry today. It's rare for Xiaotian to cook in person, and he will cook all the food you like..." Jing's father said in a considerate tone, "You haven't eaten with your father for several days."
"..."
"Does it mean that when Xiaotian stays at home for a day, you have to avoid even dad for a whole day?" Dad felt a little guilty, "Is dad too selfish and doesn't take into account your mood? But Xiaotian is also a very pitiful child..."
Jing Jiaren's throat choked: "Dad, this is your house, what are you talking about?"
"Beauty, all parents want their children to be happy."
"I know……"
She turned her eyes and glanced at Leng Lintian in the kitchen. He had already started cooking the food.
It was obviously breakfast, but he made several kinds of dishes...
Jing Jiaren, you are simply too willful.
Leng Lintian brought the last bowl of soup to the table. There was obvious gauze wrapped around his left index finger. It must have been from cutting vegetables or being burned, right?
Jing Jiaren frowned, she was actually the hard-faced and soft-hearted type.
So I put down my bag, went into the kitchen, took out the dishes and set them out.
"Beauty, this is all Xiaotian's doing." Jing's father repeated.
Jing Jiaren nodded: "Yes, I saw it all."
"Eat more...you must like this taste."
Jing Jiaren picked up a chopstick of Mapo Tofu. Although it was a home-cooked side dish, it was difficult to taste the authentic taste.
Leng Lintian stood at the table, staring at her seriously as she ate.
"How is it?" Jing's father also asked impatiently.
Jing Jiaren fanned herself: "It's hot."
Leng Lintian's eyes dimmed and he immediately turned around to pour water.
Jing Jiaren bit into it slowly. It tasted mellow and had an endless aftertaste. It was the taste she wanted, without deviation at all.
Looking at the back of the man pouring water, she felt that it wasn't so annoying.
“It tastes pretty good…”
Dad Jing's happiness seemed to be praising him: "I knew Dad's vision would not be wrong."
Jing Jiaren is willing to share the table for dinner, which is a good sign.
It's just that Jing Jiaren's attitude is cold and she still doesn't talk much...
Jing's father was afraid of being too embarrassed, so he turned on the TV.
"Xiaotian, you can press whatever program you want to watch."
The remote control fell in Leng Lintian's hand.
He smiled and asked Jing Jiaren: "What do you want to see?"
Jing Jiaren was concentrating on eating, but she was hit by the cold bench again.
Leng Lintian turned around and switched to the weather forecast station.
It will be sunny today, it will be sunny tomorrow, it will be sunny and cloudy the day after tomorrow...
Leng Lintian frowned: "The weather in U City is always so good, isn't it raining?"
"Xiaotian likes rainy days?"
Leng Lintian took a deep look at Jing Jiaren: "I hope it will rain every day."
Inexplicably, what does liking rainy days have to do with her?
…
In the western-style building next door, Wilson stood beside the young master. When he saw Jing Jiaren pushing the small battery out as usual, he breathed a sigh of relief: "Master Leng hasn't made much progress either."
"..."
"I'm just afraid that on this rainy day, Miss Jing's battery car won't be able to cover the rain..."