Chapter 170
Although Zhong Siqi was confused and couldn't understand how Zhong Qiao had discovered him when he had hidden himself so well, Fang He, who was smart and shy, held back his hand as he was about to step forward to ask more questions, and he stopped moving.
When we walked in, Mr. Zhong and the others had been waiting for a long time. Everyone was dressed neatly. Even Mrs. Zhong, who usually didn't wear makeup, took out her favorite lipstick and put it on her lips, making her look particularly distinctive.
When they saw Fang He, they were all stunned, but soon their faces were replaced by ecstasy.
Oh my god, it turns out to be Fang He.
This girl is nice. Although she doesn't like to talk much, she is shy and a student from a prestigious university. She is well-educated and well-mannered. They like girls like this. She is thin and small, and it makes people feel distressed just by looking at her, especially because she looks very similar to Zhong Qiao when she was a child.
She was actually coaxed into getting the girl by this little brat of theirs.
Fang He followed behind nervously. She was very worried before she came, worried that she would not be liked because of her shy personality. Although she had met Mr. and Mrs. Zhong, who were both easy to get along with, and Mr. Zhong had saved her life, she was still worried.
"Don't be nervous." Zhong Siqi noticed that she was a little nervous behind her and squeezed her hand. "My parents are very good people. They must like you very much."
Finally, he turned his head and smiled at Fang He, adding: "You are also a very good person."
The courtyard was still a little dark, with only a dim light hanging under the eaves. Fang He held his hand tightly and led the way. She felt the warmth in his palm, as if her heart was about to melt.
She was led all the way to the front. Before Fang He could speak with a blushing face, Zhong's mother took the initiative and took Fang He's hand. "Are you cold? It's still a bit cold tonight. Why are you wearing so little?"
"Come in quickly, don't let the wind blow you cold." She rubbed Fang He's hands, her tone so gentle that it seemed to be dripping with water, "Auntie made you a carrot and pork ribs soup. White radish and pork ribs are both very nutritious. In Anhui, they are called wild ginseng. They are very delicious. I'll give you a bowl to warm you up."
He took Fang He's hand and walked home, completely ignoring Zhong Siqi.
Zhong Siqi muttered quietly behind him: "Mom always favors girls over boys."
Upon hearing this, Mr. Zhong twisted his arm.
"You're such a tactless boy! Don't you know how to put a coat on her? Look how frozen she is! She's nothing like me. When I was young, I was more capable than you."
Zhong Siqi covered her arms and wanted to cry: "I didn't know she was wearing a skirt today. I can't take off what I'm wearing. If she wears it, what should I wear?"
Mr. Zhong was so disappointed that he said, "You are such a blockhead! I really don't want to talk to you."
While the father and son were bickering, Zhong Qiao had already taken his clean clothes from the room and put them on Fang He.
"Xiao He, can I call you that?" Zhong Qiao smiled gently. "This is my own clothes. I've washed them and they're very clean. You can put them on first."
Fang He blushed: "Okay."
Zhong Qiao stuffed a hot water bottle into her arms and said, "Don't get cold."
Fang He's face turned even redder: "Thank you, Sister Zhong Qiao."
Surrounded by her family, who kept asking if she was cold or hot, if she wanted some soup, or if she wanted a chicken drumstick, or if she was too thin and needed to eat more, Fang He blushed, but her heart was warm.
She had never felt so much care from so many people in her life.
very nice.
While eating, Zhong Qiao did not forget to look at Zhong Siqi who was stuffing ribs into his mouth. He ate as if no one was around, and was so engrossed in eating that he almost indulged himself in it. Seeing that he picked up a chicken leg with his chopsticks and was about to put it in his own bowl, Zhong Qiao could no longer sit still.
She kicked Zhong Siqi so hard that she almost sent him flying.
Zhong Siqi shuddered and looked at her in shock: "Sister, what are you doing?"
Zhong Qiao gave him a look.
Zhong Siqi seemed to have received a signal and showed an understanding expression: "Sister, I'll go get you some water."
After saying that, his body subconsciously wanted to walk outside. When Zhong Qiao heard this, he really wanted to roll his eyes and die of anger. He could only stop him to prevent him from making a fool of himself.
Zhong Qiao had already given up hope on his emotional intelligence, so he simply said, "Brother, are you going to give the chicken leg to Fang He?"
She narrowed her eyes.
Even though Zhong Siqi was too slow to react, he could now understand what Zhong Qiao wanted him to do. So, he nodded woodenly, picked up the chicken leg and threw it into Fang He's bowl.
"for you."
There was a sudden silence at the dinner table. Fang He looked at the braised chicken leg in the bowl, squeezed her chopsticks, and felt like a deer was beating in her heart.
"Okay." She responded and looked at Zhong Siqi. This look made the young boy scratch his head and couldn't help but sit up straight.
Zhong Qiao and Zhong's father looked at each other, and both smiled as if they were watching the fun.
Naturally, they got along very well afterwards. In order to prevent Fang He from feeling left out, even the usually serious father Zhong racked his brains to find topics to talk about, but the questions he asked were too official.
Sometimes he'd ask Fang He what school she went to? If studying was hard? Sometimes he'd ask her whether she liked her dad or her mom. Seeing him always asking these bizarre questions, sometimes with a stiff and weird smile, Zhong Qiao couldn't bear to watch.
Fang He answered politely at first, but when she asked him the last question, she looked at him with a little fear.
Zhong Qiao didn't want this topic to continue, so she interrupted: "Siqi, it's getting late. Go and see Xiao He off, or her family will be worried."
Mother Zhong was still a little unsatisfied: "Oh, I forgot about it while chatting. It's almost 11 o'clock."
Zhong Siqi had been dozing off at the side for a long time, but when he heard this, he immediately jumped up and said, "Okay, okay, I'll send it off right away."
Fang He also wanted to go home early, otherwise if the conversation continued, she was really worried that Mr. Zhong was possessed by some unclean thing.
The two of them said goodbye at the same time and walked out in a hurry. Mother Zhong leaned against the door reluctantly, feeling very sad in her heart.
"Hey, just tell me, is this fate? Your father saved this girl's life, and unexpectedly she became our family's future daughter-in-law."
Zhong Qiao poured cold water on her: "Mom, the fate is still unclear. They are both young. Whether they can get married in the future is another matter. They haven't become our daughter-in-law yet."
Mother Zhong was furious: "The future, isn't that the future I'm talking about?"
Zhong Qiao didn't say anything.
Fang He is such a good girl, educated, beautiful, polite and kind. If she can really become a member of their family one day, it would be a blessing for their family. It's just that her silly brother is still too young and doesn't know how to please girls. She has to teach him more when she has time.
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