Chapter 101 Picking Up Food
The child's cheerful voice caused Su Xia's heart rate to soar instantly.
She quickly tidied up her messy hair, and when she looked up again, Xu Jiqing had put down his bag and sat down beside her.
His sister was sitting opposite him, and Su Xia never expected that he would choose a seat like this.
Xu Jiaojiao didn't take it seriously. Her little mouth was full of grease, and she ate and drank as usual.
Su Xia was so panicked that she forgot what she had prepared. She just pushed the chopsticks and rice to him and asked, "...Are you hungry?"
Her tone was soft.
I felt a heartache that I didn't even realize, a bit like when I first married him in my previous life.
That year, Xu Jiqing cleaned up the mess left by Su Lijun overnight, paid off the debts, and moved Su Xiaojuan to the best cemetery.
Su Xia looked at him as if he were a god descending from heaven, and her heart was filled with gratitude.
Xu Jiqing is a workaholic. He goes on countless business trips and never sees anyone when he flies back. He sleeps in the company lounge far more often than in the master bedroom at home.
Ever since her wedding night, the big bed looked the same when she lay down and woke up. On the other side of the pillow, the delicate and cool silk material was flat and smooth, without a single wrinkle.
She thought about being a good wife and giving him some home warmth as a surprise. Even if her cooking skills were limited to instant noodles, she would still watch cooking videos and learn on the spot. She managed to make three dishes and a soup, which she happily packed into a thermos and personally delivered to the president's office.
Su Xia didn't tell him in advance that when Xu Jiqing pushed the door open, his usually cold eyes tightened for a moment, as if he was absent-minded for a moment.
"Are you hungry?"
She looked at him cautiously and smiled.
Twenty-seven-year-old Xu Jiqing is much stronger than when he was young, with broad shoulders and long legs. He looks very oppressive when wearing formal clothes. When he sits down, he is half a meter away from her side, and the pure black leather sofa feels very obvious.
Su Xia's heart was pounding, she couldn't tell whether it was fear or something else, and she moved forward, "...You haven't been home for dinner in a long time, so I looked up some recipes online and wanted to try making a couple of dishes, so I came to see you."
"I read the article in the Business Daily two days ago that combed through the inside story of Mom's company. Did you hire someone to do it? Actually, I wanted to call you that day to thank you, but I was afraid you were busy outside and I might disturb your work."
Her tone was very serious. "I, I am really grateful to you. Although I can't repay you, if you need anything, as long as it is something I can do, I will do my best."
When these words were said, Xu Jiqing did not respond.
In my peripheral vision, his expression looked much uglier than when he first entered the door.
Su Xia was even more unsure, so she shut up like a quail and handed him the chopsticks. "Try it. I tasted it when it came out of the pot. It should be... quite delicious."
The braised ones are shiny and oily, while the blanched ones are juicy and tender. For beginners, they already look very good.
Several exquisite small trays were placed on the table, but Xu Jiqing didn't even look at them.
He took the chopsticks, his eyes lingering on the back of her blistered hand for a few seconds, his lips pressed into a line, "You don't have to do this."
Su Xia looked up blankly.
"I've eaten."
"You don't need to come here anymore," Xu Jiqing said coldly, with a hint of impatience in his tone. "I'm very busy. Your coming here will only cause me trouble. Don't waste your time."
Su Xia felt very aggrieved at that time.
She sat there, her eyes red, unable to say anything, but finally stood up and went home.
It is unknown whether the food on the table was finally poured out or thrown to the secretariat by Xu Jiqing.
And now, in the stuffy underground food city, Su Xia sat next to seventeen-year-old Xu Jiqing, and couldn't help but think quietly -
Maybe, perhaps, just in case.
Xu Jiqing didn't mean to drive her away at all?
Then why is he angry?
What exactly does he want to say?
The big fan shook its head and turned back and forth.
Xu Jiqing turned his head and met Su Xia's eyes, which she had no time to dodge.
She is afraid of heat and cannot live without air conditioning as soon as summer comes. She is picked up and dropped off by car when she goes out, and it is cool and comfortable wherever she stays for a while. She has never suffered such pain.
The long hair that was hanging down on her shoulders in the morning had been casually tied up with a small rubber band, revealing a pink little face that was flushed from the heat. There were beads of sweat on the tip of her nose, and her eyes were bright, like a lotus in clear water.
She looked very happy.
But a girl like this appearing here is like a pearl covered in dust, not a good match in any way.
Xu Jiqing's thin lips tightened.
He took the pair of chopsticks she gave him and instinctively picked up two celery stalks from the mountain of meat in front of him. The next second, Su Xia had picked up a chopstick full of meat slices and put them into his bowl without saying a word.
"You should eat it. It would be a waste if you don't. The owner of this restaurant put extra meat in it because I'm pretty. Jiaojiao and I ate for quite a while and it didn't seem to be missing at all."
Emboldened by numbers, she called on the elementary school student across the table to join in, adding credibility, "Right, Jiaojiao?"
"Just now, there was even more!" Xu Jiaojiao nodded vigorously, like a trumpet, "I almost fainted from being so full."
Su Xia raised her chin slightly, revealing a sweet dimple.
Kitten-like smugness.
Xu Jiqing didn't say anything else. He lowered his thin upper eyelids slightly and paused for a few seconds before picking up the bowl and taking a few mouthfuls of rice.
Using chopsticks is a delicate job.
It looks like only three fingers are needed, but in fact, each subtle movement requires the rotation of the entire wrist, which Xu Jiqing's right hand cannot do.
He is now used to eating with his left hand.
It was like he was used to writing, and his ability to use chopsticks was almost the same as that of a natural left-handed person, except that the posture of holding the bowl with his right hand was a little weird. Because he was using too much force, the stiffness from the base of his thumb to his fingertips was visible, and it looked ugly.
He knew Su Xia was watching, and his chewing became more and more uncomfortable, and he stopped using his chopsticks.
Su Xia seemed unaware, "Did you finish eating so soon?"
She glanced into his bowl, then stretched out her arm to pick up the meat, again and again, carefully picking out the chili peppers and peppercorns, until the rice was piled up so thoroughly that the color of the rice could no longer be seen.
"It must be tiring to teach, don't worry, it's all yours."
This sentence was like taking care of Xu Jiaojiao. She only realized it after she said it. She was afraid that he would be annoyed after hearing it, so she looked at him carefully with her face sideways.
But Xu Jiqing neither looked at her nor answered. After a long while, he said "hmm" very softly and ate even faster than before.
Many more customers came into the food city.
Almost all of them are sales staff in the building. They are looking for cheap prices and convenience. They are dressed in colorful work uniforms and walk in groups of three or four. There is a hustle and bustle of people coming and going.
Xu Jiaojiao held her face on the table, her mouth opening and closing.
My brother is so obedient.
Is it too spicy?
Otherwise, why are his eyes a little red?
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