Qiu Jing and Qiu Hu: Who are you calling?
Listening to their conversation, Ning Yizhan finally understood: cooking skills are hereditary.
"Come on, let's go eat," the group said as they arrived at the dining table, where Ning Yizhan and Qiu Hu served them rice.
"Oh my god, this is so delicious!" Zhao Yan'er exclaimed after taking the first bite.
"Is it really that delicious? You've just not had it in a long time, that's why you think it's so good!" Anyway, Qiu Jing would never admit that Ning Yizhan's cooking was good, so he reluctantly took a bite.
...It really is delicious. Could this be how he won over his precious daughter?
"How is it? How is it?" Zhao Yan'er nudged his arm.
"Not bad," Qiu Jing said proudly.
The food on the table was devoured in no time; the "empty plate operation" was truly a success this time.
"Sigh, we're still not full!" With three more people at the table, there really wasn't enough food.
"How about I make some more?" Ning Yizhan acted very apologetic in front of his future in-laws.
"No need, it's too late to eat so much. You can cook for us again later, Xiaoning!"
Qiu Jing and Zhao Yan'er were used to going to bed early. "Ah Hu, where are we staying tonight?"
"Stay here, there are rooms upstairs."
"Okay, does Xiao Ning also live here? Is it the room next to yours?" Qiu Jing asked indirectly.
“Ah? Oh yes, Dad,” Qiu Hu didn’t dare to say that they slept together.
"What? We clearly..." Ning Yizhan was about to deny it when Qiu Hu shot him a look, shutting his mouth.
Goodness, he's going to be alone in his room tonight.
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