Song Song felt her heart grow heavy at these words and could only awkwardly say, "...Since you made it, it shouldn’t taste much worse than before, right!"
"No, you’re mistaken." Qiao Yu suddenly beca serious, "I actually have no confidence in this dish. The taste before was a fluke, and making it again might not be as good, so... we can only leave it to fate."
Song Song began to worry, "Is that project really important to him? Is that why he and Grandpa Xiao take it so seriously?"
At this mont, Qiao Yu had already started chopping the ingredients, "Of course it’s important. Otherwise, Brother Jinghuai wouldn’t be so nervous..."
"However, you don’t need to worry too much. Brother Jinghuai cherishes you so much. Even if Mr. Di is dissatisfied, he won’t bla you."
Song Song’s lips twitched violently a few tis. Does Xiao Jinghuai cherish her?
Where did Qiao Yu see that Xiao Jinghuai cherished her?
Since that phone call, he basically treated her like air. Unless she actively sought him out to talk, he couldn’t be bothered to pay attention to her—
If this is what cherishing ans, then it’s really too "cherishing".
Speak of the devil, and he shall appear.
At this mont, Xiao Jinghuai suddenly walked into the kitchen. He was wearing a pure black formal suit, carrying a briefcase, making his face appear even more sharp and his aura even more striking.
Song Song looked at him, only to feel her breath quicken, like she had suddenly moved from the plains to the highlands.
Qiao Yu also realized he had co in and smiled, "Brother Jinghuai, just wait for a bit, it will be ready soon."
Xiao Jinghuai looked at the sowhat ssy kitchen and the girl standing next to Qiao Yu, who appeared anxious and avoided eye contact, and his brows slightly furrowed...
Even now, seeing him made her react this way.
They were already legitimately married. Was there still a need for her to be afraid of him?
Seeing Xiao Jinghuai’s gaze resting on Song Song, Qiao Yu imdiately said, "Brother Jinghuai, you should leave! The kitchen isn’t a place for you n to be. Wait for in the living room. I’ll have Song Song help, and it’ll be ready soon."
"Alright."
Xiao Jinghuai imdiately withdrew his gaze and turned to leave the kitchen.
Seeing him leave, Song Song finally let out a sigh of relief. She looked at Qiao Yu, "Thank you for not telling him just now..."
Qiao Yu smiled innocently, "I certainly wouldn’t tell him! Don’t worry!"
—Because telling him it was your responsibility wouldn’t work, it has to be said in front of Mr. Xiao.
"So what can I help with?"
Song Song rolled up her sleeves, ready to make ands.
But Qiao Yu said, "Forget it, you better stand aside, I can handle it myself."
Song Song wondered why she changed her mind so quickly but didn’t think much of it. Maybe she was afraid Song Song would ss things up again, so she changed her mind!
In less than an hour, Qiao Yu redid a portion, carefully packed it into a food box, and left with Xiao Jinghuai to deliver it to Mr. Di—
Though Song Song stayed in the old house, her heart flew with them.
She was really worried things wouldn’t go smoothly and Mr. Di would think the taste was off...
Waiting in her room, Song Song wanted to call Xiao Jinghuai to ask about the situation but was discouraged by the thought of his cold tone, ultimately choosing to wait quietly.
Until evening, when there were three successive knocks on the door!
Startled, Song Song jumped off the bed to open the door...
Upon opening the door, she saw Sister-in-law Zhou standing outside with a sowhat stern expression, "Young Madam, Mr. Xiao wants you to go down."
Song Song asked in confusion, "Grandpa Xiao wants to go down? Does he have sothing to discuss?"
Sister-in-law Zhou hesitated a bit, "You better go down first and we’ll talk then!"
From Sister-in-law Zhou’s expression, Song Song guessed it was definitely not good news!
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