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At the same time, there was only a clang sound, and Jiang Jiayi pressed the soup cup of Buddha Jumping over the Wall on the edge of the plate. Ren Lina was startled, and immediately stood up and stretched out her hand to help, but the soup cup was too hot. , she didn’t touch it directly.

Fortunately, the servant behind him came quickly to help clean up the mess and rearrange several plates.

Ren Lina looked at Jiang Jiayi with worried eyes, Are you okay? Is it permed?

Jiang Jiayi shook her head and replied with an apologetic look: No, I'm sorry Aunt Ren and Uncle Qiao, I didn't mean it.

Qiao Dingxiang remained silent, and Ren Lina said gently: It's okay, it's okay. What's wrong with this? I shouldn't have kept you busy. Fortunately, you didn't burn it, otherwise we would have been embarrassed.

While pretending to be pitiful to Ren Lina, Jiang Jiayi glanced at Song Xi without any trace, but saw that Song Xi still seemed to have not recovered, standing blankly behind George Sheng. Just now she saw, with George Sheng's tug, Song Xi It was quite a happy collision.

Thinking about it, Jiang Jiayi walked around Song Xi and sat next to George Sheng. Then she turned around and said, Song Xi, sit down.

George Sheng didn't look back or even move. The anger in Song Xi's heart suddenly surged to the top of her head. She was almost, just a little bit close, about to go crazy.

But at the most angry moment, Song Yuanqing appeared in her mind inexplicably. She thought of Song Yuanqing holding her hand and asking her how she was doing now; she thought of his moist eyes after hearing the affirmative answer from her. with a comforting expression.

Because of George Sheng, she was able to see Song Yuanqing outside the prescribed time. Based on this, Song Xi had to swallow it in her stomach even if her teeth were broken.

Although George Sheng didn't look back, his thoughts were all on Song Xi. He was also guessing how long and to what extent she, an official lady who had never been wronged before, could endure it. If Song Xi couldn't bear to fall out, what would happen to her? As he expected, Song Xi suddenly pulled out the empty chair to the left of Jiang Jiayi and sat on it silently.

Such a move not only surprised George Sheng, but also Jiang Jiayi and Ren Lina.

Jiang Jiayi was surprised that Song Xi could sit next to her calmly; Ren Lina was surprised that no matter what, Song Xi was now George Sheng's legal wife, but there was Jiang Jiayi between her and George Sheng.

The table was completely silent for more than five seconds. Song Xi straightened his back, and there was no trace of happiness or anger on his beautiful face.

Everyone had different thoughts, so no one spoke first. In the end, Qiao Dingxiang was the first to use his chopsticks and said: Eat.

After Qiao Dingxiang spoke, everyone started to use their chopsticks. Ren Lina helped Qiao Dingxiang arrange the dishes, and Jiang Jiayi picked up the dishes for Ren Lina. The two looked at each other and smiled, and it was a happy scene.

George Sheng's peripheral vision was blocked by Jiang Jiayi. He couldn't see the expression on Song Xi's face, nor could he see her picking up the food. He thought that there were only two reasons why Song Xi could do this.

First, it is very tolerable. Second, she just doesn't care.

Because I don't care about him, I don't care at all whether there is a third person between them.

Facts have proved that George Sheng's guess was right. Song Xi was very angry at first, and her anger almost overturned the Tianling Cover. But after the anger passed, she comforted herself in her heart, what is there to be angry about? She doesn't like George Sheng, so why bother competing with Jiang Jiayi?

When I thought about it, I felt much more comfortable.

Ren Lina served several dishes to Qiao Dingxiang, looked at his face, and asked softly about the taste.

Qiao Dingxiang seemed to have no appetite today, so he moved his chopsticks for a few times before waving his hand to indicate that he should stop eating.

George Sheng turned his head to look at Qiao Dingxiang and asked, Not to your liking?

Qiao Dingxiang said 'hmm', but Jiang Jiayi couldn't lose face because most of today's dishes were cooked by her.

Ren Lina softened her voice, Your dad has not had a good appetite in the past few days, so I asked the kitchen to make him a bowl of noodles.

George Sheng looked at Qiao Dingxiang and asked, Dad, do you want to eat pimple soup?

Qiao Dingxiang thought for a moment, I haven't eaten for a long time.

Ren Lina immediately said: I'll let the kitchen do it. Do you want clear soup or original juice?

Before Qiao Dingxiang could respond, George Sheng said first: Let Song Xi go, she will do this.

Song Xi, who was originally paying no attention to what was going on outside the window, was suddenly called on her name and had to raise her head. She saw several people on the table with different expressions, but she remained silent.

George Sheng didn't even turn his head, and said in his usual instructive tone: My dad can't eat too salty food, make it a little lighter.

Song Xi didn't wait to answer, but Jiang Jiayi beside him said first, Shall I do it? I can also make pimple soup.

George Sheng said without changing his expression: Southerners can't make the taste of northerners' food.

Being slapped directly in the face, Jiang Jiayi obviously lost face and didn't know where to turn her eyes.

Song Xi put down her chopsticks, got up and walked toward the kitchen. Ren Lina was left secretly glancing at George Sheng, but she couldn't say anything blatantly, so she could only smile and talk to Jiang Jiayi.

Not long after, Song Xi came over with a medium bowl of pimple soup. George Sheng glanced at it and actually wanted to laugh in his heart, because it was still the original recipe, soybean persimmons with a poached egg on top. It could be said that it was uncreative, but it remained the same. That's her style.

Song Xi placed the bowl in front of Qiao Dingxiang, and without saying hello or saying a word of courtesy, he returned to his seat along the same route.

It was George Sheng who helped her sell it and said, Dad, try it.

Qiao Dingxiang picked up the spoon, and Ren Lina said from the side, Be careful of burning it.

Everyone seemed to be watching an anorexic patient perform a miracle, staring straight at Qiao Dingxiang eating. Song Xi didn't pay much attention to it at first, but in the end he became nervous due to this atmosphere and began to care about Qiao Dingxiang's feelings after eating.

Until Qiao Dingxiang nodded, Ren Lina asked: Is it delicious?

Qiao Dingxiang responded with practical actions. He picked up the spoon and took another bite.

Jiang Jiayi's face looked completely ugly this time. She worked very hard to prepare a large table of dishes, but in the end she lost to a bowl of pimple soup that was made in ten minutes.

Although Song Xi didn't care, she felt a little relieved at this moment. For the first time in her life, she felt complacent because she could make pimple soup.

When the servant passed by, George Sheng said in his usual tone: Help me fill a bowl of pimple soup.

The servant stood there, seemingly a little embarrassed, and then said after a pause: No, can you ask the chef to make it again for you?

George Sheng was pretending to lower his head to eat. Hearing this, he said calmly: Forget it if you don't have any.

But he couldn't help scolding Song Xi in his heart and asked her to make a bowl of pimple soup. Do you really want to make just one bowl? Are they using her white flour or her persimmons? Who is saving the ingredients?

This meal was destined to be enjoyed only by Qiao Dingxiang. He rarely ate such a large bowl of food, and this was the first time he had eaten it.