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His pupils suddenly lit up.

He truly hadn’t expected that a simple bowl of noodles could taste better than the dishes made by a five-star chef using the most expensive ingredients!

Zhan Qipei slurped another mouthful of noodles and took a sip of the soup.

The more he ate, the more addictive it became!

As he continued eating, Zhan Qipei thought about the dinner Qiao Jing had shared on social media yesterday.

If just a bowl of noodles was this delicious, wouldn’t that spread of dishes be even tastier?

Thinking this, Zhan Qipei couldn’t help but envy Xu Moqian.

Listening to what Xu Moqian said to Qiao Jing yesterday, it seemed he had enjoyed her cooking more than once, whereas Zhan Qipei had only ever had these noodles.

Of course, the thought of asking Qiao Jing to cook a meal for him was something he could never bring himself to say.

Zhan Qipei stared at the noodles in his bowl, his eyebrows drawing together.

If it weren’t for the special circumstances today, he probably wouldn’t have had this chance to taste the noodles made by Qiao Jing.

In the future…

It was very unlikely he would get to eat anything made by Qiao Jing again.

Hmph! As if he cared! He wasn’t the type to be tempted by food and reduced to superficial cravings.

The next morning, Zhan Qipei had barely woken up when he caught the rich aroma wafting in from the kitchen.

Drawn by the tantalizing scent, his long legs carried him uncontrollably down the stairs, toward the kitchen.

“What are you cooking?” Zhan Qipei managed to say, resisting the primal urge to swallow his saliva.

“Corn porridge. Last time at the hospital, didn’t your grandfather say he wanted some? I made a bit,” Qiao Jing said as she transferred the porridge from the pot to a thermal container.

Zhan Qipei saw that Qiao Jing was about to pour all the porridge and hastily interjected, “Don’t put so much, he won’t be able to finish it by himself; it’ll be a waste.”

At his words, Qiao Jing stopped pouring.

“That’s true, your grandfather really lacks self-control. Every time I bring him food, he forces himself to finish it even if he can’t, and then his stomach ends up feeling uncomfortable.”

Criticizing his grandfather for lacking self-control? There probably weren’t more than a handful of people in the world who dared say that about his grandfather.

Qiao Jing, holding the thermal container, left the kitchen. When she reached the kitchen door, she turned back to look at Zhan Qipei, “I remember you don’t eat porridge, so don’t waste the leftovers. Feed it to the dog for me, will you?”

Qiao Jing only realized Zhan Qipei was about to eat the porridge after she finished speaking.

Zhan Qipei’s expression turned incredibly odd; holding the porridge he was neither to drink nor to leave untouched.

“Cough cough—” Qiao Jing cleared her throat, “I didn’t mean anything by it, I just remember that you never eat porridge for breakfast, so I thought you didn’t like it.”

Zhan Qipei bit his back teeth and continued to hold the porridge. It wasn’t until Qiao Jing had left that he took a spoonful and put it in his mouth.

Though he wasn’t particularly fond of porridge, he couldn’t deny that the porridge made by Qiao Jing was truly delicious!

After drinking two small bowls, Zhan Qipei went to get more, only to find it all gone, and his face darkened instantly.

“Couldn’t you have made a little more?”

In the hospital VIP ward.

Zhan Yuanshan, having finished all the porridge in the thermal container, contentedly wiped his mouth.

“Nothing beats the food you make, Jing Girl!”

Qiao Jing looked at Zhan Yuanshan’s protruding belly, recalling what Zhan Qipei had said that morning.

Luckily she hadn’t filled the thermal container.

“Jing Girl, how are things between you and my grandson?” Zhan Yuanshan asked, peering at Qiao Jing with old, wise eyes.

“You’re going to be disappointed, but there’s no spark between us. So, it’s the same as I’ve always said, a twisted melon is never sweet.”

Hearing Qiao Jing’s response, Zhan Yuanshan’s brows furrowed deeply, pondering. It didn’t make sense. His grandson had been around Qiao Jing for a while now; the boy wasn’t blind. Before, he might not have recognized Qiao Jing’s virtues, but over a dozen days had passed, he must have seen what made her special.

He had it!

Zhan Yuanshan slapped his thigh, pulled out his phone, and immediately sent a voice message to the family group chat.

“Qipei, now that you’re married, it’s not convenient to keep living with your parents. Move out today and find a place with Jing Girl.”

Peeling an apple, Qiao Jing paused and looked up at Zhan Yuanshan.

Zhan Qipei @Zhan Yuanshan, “Grandfather, I don’t want to.”

Zhan Yuanshan, “As for where to move, that kind of thing should be up to the wife. Let Jing Girl choose the place.”

Zhan Qipei “…”

Just as Zhan Qipei was about to vent his frustration, Zhan Yuanshan sent over a photo of a window.

“This building doesn’t look very high, do you think if I jump down, I’ll land safely on the ground?”

Zhan Qipei “…”

With no other choice, Zhan Qipei had to compromise.

“Brother! This must have been Qiao Jing’s idea! Wasn’t it too coincidental that as soon as Qiao Jing went to the hospital, Grandfather asked you two to move out together? It must be Qiao Jing whispering in his ear. She thinks being alone with you will start a blazing fire! Brother, you must hold your ground,” said Zhan Nanqing, growing increasingly annoyed as she spoke.

Touching his chin, Zhan Qipei, to be honest, had an inkling that this had nothing to do with Qiao Jing, because her attitude towards him didn’t convey the slightest bit of affection.

Thoughts of this inexplicably soured his mood.

Even though the situation was what he wanted, he was still irritated.

After leaving the hospital, Qiao Jing hailed a taxi, ready to look for a house near the Angel Welfare Institute.

In truth, she had long been planning to find a place near the Angel Welfare Institute, it would be convenient for visiting Lin Xiuxiang and the children.

Qiao Jing unlocked her phone and started downloading the 85 City app to search for houses.

At that moment, the driver suddenly swerved hard, causing Qiao Jing’s phone to fly out of her hands.

Not caring about her phone, Qiao Jing grabbed the door handle and looked ahead.

A red Ferrari was losing control and heading straight for the taxi she was in.