Chapter 138
Old Mrs. Zhong's face changed. She looked at her usually gentle daughter, who seemed like a different person, and was suddenly at a loss.
She touched her nose and smiled awkwardly: "A Shao, Mom is just kidding you, you are always welcome in this home."
Tears welled up in Zhong's mother's eyes. Although she looked pretty and gentle on the surface, she was actually a person who refused to admit defeat. She would never allow herself to bow her head in front of others, and she would show toughness even in front of her biological parents.
"Mom, don't worry." She smiled as if nothing had happened, and even patted her chest, just like when she married Mr. Zhong without hesitation, "I will definitely live a better life than everyone else."
Old Mrs. Zhong stopped talking.
Because of the division of the family, the goals of several aunts were achieved, especially Zhong Hua. She was the most complacent and thought that Zhong Qiao was forced by her these days, or that she could not stand the rumors outside and chose to leave. So she looked down on the people in her family even more.
Now that Zhong Qiao offered to move out, she was very happy and wanted to help Zhong Qiao move. She had no time to make things difficult for him.
The next day, the Zhong Qiao family packed up their things smoothly and in one go. They also asked Luo Xiu to help them call a tricycle to take away all the household items that could be taken away, leaving nothing for them. They even sealed the doors and windows.
The meaning is self-evident.
They have moved away, but the house is still theirs. All the doors and windows are sealed. If anyone is so shameless as to try to pick the door lock, come on!
This action made the women who had their eyes on this old house very angry.
Of course, Zhong Qiao and the others could no longer be seen.
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"Yingying, come, eat this."
Ji's mother's eyes were full of tenderness. She picked up a dish of braised pork liver with a serving chopstick and put it into the other person's bowl. The more she looked at Zhou Yingying, the more she liked her.
Zhou Yingying lowered her eyes to look at the piece of pig liver, a fleeting look of disgust on her face, but she quickly suppressed it and replaced it with an extremely happy look.
"Thank you, Aunt Ji. Yingying loves this the most."
Mother Ji covered her mouth with her hands and laughed. Then, she placed her other hand on the back of Zhou Yingying's hand and said something with a hint of meaning: "This is a special dish made by Grandma Ji herself. You rarely get to eat it normally. The fact that you like it shows that you have a connection with our family."
Under Ji's mother's burning gaze and hints, Zhou Yingying forced a bitter smile.
She has been a very picky eater since she was a child. She doesn't like to eat animal offal, such as chicken hearts, duck livers, pork livers, and cow lungs. After one bite, a strange rusty taste comes from the tip of her tongue. After two bites, she will vomit, so the family never cooks such dishes.
But today is different.
Ji Hebai is here today too.
Zhou Yingying glanced at Ji Hebai who was sitting next to her, and her face turned slightly hot.
Ever since her parents told her that Ji Hebai had joined the army, she had been very sad and had made a big fuss at home several times. Finally, she saw Ji Hebai again.
But the strange thing was that Ji Hebai didn't move his chopsticks from beginning to end, and his face was terribly cold.
But Zhou Yingying, who is obsessed with looks, doesn't care about all this. In her eyes and heart, there is only Ji Hebai's face. He is always so handsome, much better than those smelly boys in their school who are as good-looking as buffaloes.
After class, those boys loved to lean against the window and whistle to attract her attention, or they would just walk on the street and throw the guy next to them over their shoulders, just like a peacock spreading its tail.
Disgusting!
But Ji Hebai is not like that. He always looks cold and indifferent as if he doesn't take anyone seriously.
Zhou Yingying pursed her lips, let out a long breath, and met Ji's mother's burning eyes for a long time. Then she picked up the piece of pork liver with chopsticks and swallowed it whole. Before she could even taste it, she started to praise it exaggeratedly.
"Delicious." Zhou Yingying covered her mouth, pretending to chew the food politely, but in reality she was hiding the nausea in her stomach. Tears were almost coming out. "Grandma Ji's cooking skills are really good."
Grandma Ji glanced at her out of the corner of her eye, sneered lightly, and did not reply.
Zhou Yingying froze, her face looked a little embarrassed, and she couldn't help frowning.
These days, in order to pester Ji Hebai, she often went to Ji's house under the pretext of homework, and coaxed Ji's mother to like her very much. However, Ji Hebai was indifferent, as if he couldn't see her. Also, Ji's father and this old man never gave her a good face.
Ji Tangchun picked at the fish in his bowl with his chopsticks and suddenly asked in confusion, "Yingying, don't you dislike pig's liver? I don't think I've ever seen you eat it. Every time you see the liver in the school cafeteria, you spend a lot of time picking it out."
"Ah?" Ji's mother looked at Zhou Yingying embarrassedly, "Is that so?"
Zhou Yingying cursed inwardly and quickly waved her hands in denial, "No, no, no, it's delicious. I don't like the food in the cafeteria... because the fried pig liver in the cafeteria smells bloody. This one made by Grandma Ji is just right for me."
Ji Tangchun recalled and nodded in agreement: "That's right, there are not many delicious dishes in the big pots in our cafeteria. I really don't know where all our food coupons went."
Mother Ji smiled brightly: "Since you like it, then eat some more."
She winked in Ji Hebai's direction and said, "Hebai, hurry up and serve the guests some food."
Ji Hebai was stunned and looked up at Zhou Yingying, whose face was blushing. For some reason, he suddenly thought of Zhong Qiao. He didn't know if she had eaten at this time.
After a while, he shook his head and said, "No." The rejection was so straightforward.
Zhou Yingying's face froze, she came to her senses, bit her lower lip, and her eyes turned red.
"Brother." Glancing at Ji's mother who was a little angry, Ji Tangchun pulled Ji Hebai's sleeve and tried to smooth things over. "The dish is far from Yingying, but you're closer. It won't kill you if you take a bite!"
Ji Hebai looked at her, causing Ji Tangchun to lower her head guiltily.
Everyone always likes to make excuses just to match him with the woman in front of him.
But he clearly said many times that he didn't like Zhou Yingying.
Suddenly, I remembered again what Zhong Qiao had said to me.
Those words seemed to have been spoken just yesterday, like a bullet hitting him right between the eyebrows. Coupled with the seemingly "warm" scene in front of him, which was actually full of selfish motives, he felt nauseous.
Ji Hebai's knuckles turned pale.
After a long time, he stood up and placed the bowl of food directly in front of Zhou Yingying with hope rekindled in her eyes.
"Yes." This was the biggest concession he had made.
Everyone at the table felt a little awkward.
Zhou Yingying looked embarrassed, but she forced a smile: "Thank you, Brother Hebai."
Ji Hebai glanced at her and suddenly said, "Miss Zhou, when are you leaving?"
Zhou Yingying was stunned for a moment: "Huh?"
Ji Hebai's eyes, as cold as frost, were always fixed on her. It seemed that in order to prevent her from not hearing clearly, he simply tore off the fig leaf.
"Miss Zhou, I've told you many times that you should have some dignity. Please don't come to my house again and again. Of course, if you come as a friend of Tangchun, I welcome you. But if you have any other inappropriate thoughts, I guarantee that the door of the Ji family will never be opened to you again."
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