Zhou Xilai just made a joke when he was feeling better, and Wei Xiaobao's face turned red: "Hateful..."

She has always been carefree in front of Zhou Xilai, but now she acts like a shy little girl. Zhou Xilai thinks she is even more adorable.

What should I do? He actually fell in love with this fat girl...

Qiao Jingzhen didn't sleep and was waiting for them to come back. She was relieved when she heard that Zhou Xilai was out of danger.

Xue Guixiang asked her to go and rest first. She made a chicken and planned to stew it on the stove overnight and send it to her brother-in-law early the next morning.

She was plucking the fine hairs from the chicken one by one, but was seen by Qiao Jingzhen. She pouted and walked over, "How stupid! How can you feed such greasy food to someone who just had surgery? Do you want him to have diarrhea?"

Xue Guixiang's face turned pale at the sound of the voice. Her hands trembled with fear, and she almost dropped the chicken. She smiled awkwardly, "Aunt Qiao, I thought chicken soup was very nutritious, so I wanted to make some for him. What's wrong with that?"

Qiao Jingzhen rolled his eyes almost to the sky: "He's not in confinement, why are you stewing chicken soup for him? I have never seen anyone as stupid as you. Your son and daughter-in-law are lucky that they didn't die because of you.

You salt this chicken and I'll stew it for my family tomorrow. As for the soup for Xiao Zhou, don't worry about it. I'll make it tomorrow morning and you can take him to the hospital."

Xue Guixiang didn't dare to talk back to Qiao Jingzhen, so she had to put the white-striped chicken in her hand into a porcelain basin and marinate it with salt. Qiao Jingzhen was watching her behind her, so she didn't dare to be careless at all.

She felt like a primary school student now, being scolded by the teacher at every turn. She felt that she had lived in vain for more than 40 years.

After marinating the chicken, she turned around and asked, "Is this okay?"

Qiao Jingzhen snorted: "Just barely passing."

Xue Guixiang wiped the oil off her hands with a towel: "Aunt Qiao, thank you for your hard work tomorrow."

Qiao Jingzhen didn't answer her, but stared at the towel she was using to wipe her hands. "There's oil on your hands. You should wash them first and then wipe them with a towel. You're wiping the oil all over the towel, and next time you use it, the oil will be on your hands again. Haha, you really know how to live. You've saved yourself the trouble of buying balm."

How could Xue Guixiang not hear that Qiao Jing was really mocking her? She hurried to the faucet in a very embarrassed manner to wash the towel, thinking as she washed.

Fortunately, she didn't have a mother-in-law when she married into the Zhou family. Otherwise, if she had such a picky mother-in-law, she would have been forced to hang herself.

After washing the towels, Xue Guixiang turned around and saw that there was no one behind her. She didn't know when Qiao Jingzhen had returned to the room. Only when she saw her closed door did Xue Guixiang breathe a sigh of relief.

She returned to her room, placed the soda bottle with the wire attached next to her pillow, and then fell into a deep sleep.

The next day, while she was still dreaming, she smelled a fresh fragrance. Remembering that she had to go to the hospital to bring soup to her brother-in-law, she woke up suddenly, got up from the bed in a hurry, and ran to the kitchen. She saw red dates, wolfberry and white fungus porridge stewing on the stove. The fragrance came from there.

Qiao Jingzhen's silver hair was combed very neatly, without even a stray hair. Today she wore a dark green satin blouse with a plum blossom pattern and a stand-up collar, which made her skin look even fairer. She said, "The patient just had surgery. For the first two days, he can only drink light drinks, otherwise his gastrointestinal tract will not be able to bear it. After these two days, he can eat proper nourishing food."

Xue Guixiang smiled and said, "Aunt Qiao, I'm sorry to trouble you again."