An hour later, Qiao Weiyi drove to the door of Rong's house after finally packing up for get off work.
Rong Heng probably informed Mrs. Rong, and Mrs. Rong greeted the guard box again. When her car arrived, the guard box looked at the license plate and let her pass directly.
Qiao Weiwei hadn't set foot in this place for a long time, and he couldn't recover for a moment. The car sped forward and stopped at the front door of Rong's house.
Xu Tingrong happened to be standing at the gate and looked out. As soon as she saw her car, Xu Tingrong immediately stepped forward. When she saw Qiao Weiwei, she immediately laughed and said, "Youyi, you are here."
Facing Xu Tingrong, Qiao Weiwei was always a little embarrassed. After all, she was the person who once called her "Mom" so affectionately, but now she really didn't know how to call her.
Calling "aunt" was too unfamiliar, and she couldn't open her mouth to call "mom".
So Qiao Weiwei just got out of the car in a hurry and whispered: "I just got off work and happened to have a phone call with Rong Heng..."
Xu Tingrong just held her hand with one hand and said: "Of course it's business, but Rong Juan, a brat like him, doesn't know what's going on. I have no choice but to ask Rong Heng to find you."
"What happened to him?" Qiao Weiwei couldn't help but ask.
Xu Tingrong pulled her through the door and said: "Go to the kitchen and see for yourself. I have been tormenting the chef at home for two days, and everyone is afraid of being tormented by him. If he comes to complain to me, it will be fine if I can control him...
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As Xu Tingrong said this, she pushed Qiao Weiwei towards the kitchen.
Over the years, the layout of the Rong family has not changed at all. Qiao Weiyi followed the direction and path he was once familiar with, walked slowly to the door of the kitchen, and saw the familiar figure in the kitchen at a glance.
Rong Juan was standing in front of the fire, holding a pot in one hand and a spatula in the other, frying something with a frown on his face.
And Li Xingwen, the old chef who had served the Rong family for many years, was sitting on a stool next to the cooking table, his eyes closed and his head dozing off little by little.
Soon, Rong Juan turned off the fire and directly placed the plate of freshly cooked dishes in front of Li Xingwen, "Uncle Li, try the dishes."
Li Xingwen suddenly woke up, picked up his chopsticks with a look of despair, and after taking a bite of the dish in front of him, he immediately gave a thumbs up, "It's delicious! Great progress! Great progress! Success!"
Rong Juan just looked at him. When Li Xingwen finished his performance, he picked up his chopsticks and took a bite. Then he looked directly at Li Xingwen and said, "Is this called success? It's completely different from what you did!
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"Master!" Li Xingwen was really helpless, "How many times have I told you, how many years have I been cooking, and how long have you been cooking, can it compare?"
"I can't compete but I still have to compete!" Rong Juan said, "I don't believe it. I can't even do such a crab race."
"Master, you are a man of great talent. You must save your ability and energy to do big things!" Li Xingwen said sincerely, "Where are you doing all these things in the kitchen? Stop working so hard, please?"
"No." Rong Juan had turned around and stood in front of the fire again, "I said that if I can't cook this dish, I won't leave this kitchen."
"Why are you so stubborn?" Li Xingwen said, "Your wife doesn't necessarily point to you as a stammer - she wants to eat at any time, can't I just go and cook it for her at any time?"
Rong Juan didn't answer him anymore, but turned around and cracked the eggs seriously.
Li Xingwen sighed helplessly, sat back on the chair and dozed off.
Rong Juan beat the eggs again, lit the fire again, and when he put the washed pot back on the fire, he suddenly accidentally touched the hot edge of the pot.
He instantly took two steps away and stretched out his hand to see that there was already another burn on his arm.
However, in just two days, he already had numerous burns of varying degrees and shapes on his palms, backs of hands, and arms, so he was already immune.
Turning on the cold water faucet, Rong Juan casually put his hand under the cold water and rinsed it, then continued to study his crab racing.
Qiao Weiwei stood quietly at the door of the kitchen, looking at his busy figure at the cooking table, and suddenly his eyes filled with tears without warning.
She never thought she would see such a scene.
Watching him work so hard to learn how to cook, watching him desperately want to be the best, watching him get hurt without taking it seriously...
But, is it more than that?
In fact, she had never seen many things about him.
Just like how angry he was when she suddenly filed for divorce, she closed her eyes and ears and pretended not to hear or see;
After the divorce, she turned around and boarded the plane to Paris, putting an ocean of distance between herself and him, not wanting to see his reaction and state after the divorce;
He ran to France again and again, and she avoided him most of the time. When she couldn't avoid it, she turned a blind eye;
He knew how she looked when the child in her belly was aborted, but she didn't pay attention;
When he decided to disappear from her life to achieve her freedom and happiness, she accepted it calmly as if he no longer existed in this city;
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She thought that as long as she couldn't see it, she wouldn't care, she wouldn't be disturbed by her emotions, and she wouldn't hesitate, regret or feel bad;
So she kept trying her best to keep the distance between the two people away, allowing her eyes and ears to be blocked.
But at this moment, she looked at his figure standing in the kitchen, and finally could no longer pretend not to see him.
He will also be injured.
He will also be in pain.
Even if she couldn't see it, even if he pretended that nothing happened——
However, if it hurts, it hurts, if it hurts, it hurts...
She spent so long trying to be the most sober and rational one, desperately planning the best and most peaceful ending for the two of them, but she always subconsciously ignored how sad he would be.
How proud he was, she knew;
How conceited he was, she knew;
She knows how stubborn he is;
She also knows how sincere and passionate he is;
But she clearly knew how much it hurt, but she pretended that she didn't know...
There is no one more outrageous than her;
There is no one more cruel than she;
There is no one more heartless than her;
How could a person like her be treated like this by him?
Tears blurred his vision, and his figure became trance-like. The only thing that Qiao could not control was sobbing.
Rong Juan, who was struggling with the spatula in front of the fire, suddenly looked back as if he noticed something.
At this glance, he only saw a figure that he was very familiar with, flashing past the kitchen door.
Rong Juan suddenly threw the pot and shovel in his hand. The movement shocked Li Xingwen, who was dozing next to him, to jump up. But Rong Juan had already turned around and rushed out of the kitchen without looking back.