Well, his performance must have completely shocked Jing's father, who had a staring expression on his face.
Ximen Longting is already very good at being able to work in the kitchen, but he actually has to wash dishes?
Jing Jiaren curled her lips, knowing that Ximen Longting was looking for a chance to show off now.
If he were asked to wash the dishes on Ximen's property, he would smash them all.
Even Ximen’s servants don’t have to wash dishes…
Because, there is a dishwasher.
Jing Jiaren held the little Jiaren in her arms and fed her milk for a while. Jing's father walked around beside her, wanting to hold the baby but being too embarrassed to ask.
Jing Jiaren could understand her father's thoughts and carefully handed the little Jiaren over: "She is very attentive when eating and won't cry. You can give her a hug."
Jing's father hurriedly sat down and carefully hugged the little beauty. His whole face was melted and he looked very satisfied.
Sun was playing with the toy gun, feeling a little disappointed. Why does everyone like his sister!?
The king is like this, the queen is like this, even grandpa...
It seems that only the old stubborn grandpa is the most dedicated to him.
Just as I was thinking about it, Sun's children's phone rang.
Mr. Simon, who is far away in France, calls every day, no matter how busy he is.
Sun took out his mobile phone and put it to his ears. The lonely little figure walked to the balcony to listen to the call.
Jing Jiaren also knew that it must be Mr. Ximen at this time. She stood up and wanted to go into the kitchen to see if there was anyone she could help with.
Ximen Longting frowned and stared at the pile of greasy plates in the sink.
Damn it, it's one thing to ask him to cook, but it's another thing to wash the dishes.
There is no man in this world who loves washing dishes!
"How are you? Are you in trouble? Do you want me to help?"
"No need." Ximen Longting's serious expression seemed to be facing a difficult official matter in the company.
Jing Jiaren unscrewed the hot water spout: "Here is hot water, and here is dish soap. You can put on plastic gloves to wash it. Do you want me to roll up your sleeves for you, boss?"
Ximen Longting only has two words: "Get out."
"..."
"No need for you to disturb me."
Fearing that Jing Jiaren's standing here would cause Jing's father to misunderstand that she was taking credit, Ximen Longting pressed Jing Jiaren's shoulders, turned her around, and drove her out of the kitchen.
"Okay then, you can wash it alone, I won't help you."
Jing Jiaren walked outside, "You wash slowly. It doesn't matter if you break the plate. Don't cut your hand."
"What a fuss!"
…
When Sun came out of the balcony, he acted even more depressed.
Jing Jiaren had just washed a bunch of grapes and put them on a plate, and saw that he was drooping in a rare and dejected manner...
"What's wrong, son, come here to mom."
Sun's cheeks bulged: "Old stubborn grandpa said he wanted to see the little beauty."
"..."
"When little beauty was born, my stubborn grandfather called me very concerned. He asked me who I looked like!"
Jing Jiaren raised her eyebrows. She didn't know that Master Ximen actually cared about this matter. He had never asked Ximen Longting, and he had always ignored the little beauty since she was born.
"Sun said at that time that he looked like King! His eyes were as red as Sun's!"
"..."
"Sun even took the photo for him to see!"
"Then?"
"Then, there was no more."
When Mr. Ximen saw the little beauty's red eyes and her little face where the facial features were not very clear, he said nothing more.