Ning Qiluo wondered why Jiang Yingchi was trying to comfort her.
She's perfectly fine.
"Oh, I can't sleep."
She is currently in a state of extreme excitement.
Jiang Yingchi knew what was going on. He knew that his grandmother had made him cook until she was satisfied, which put her in a difficult position.
In fact, he hadn't fully resolved the issues at hand, so he rushed back.
Yu Hualing looked up at the young couple, who were holding hands as soon as they returned, a heartwarming and peaceful scene. But thinking of her plans and arrangements, she looked away and remained silent.
Ning Qiluo asked him, "Jiang Yingchi, are you hungry? I can make borscht, and it tastes really good."
Upon hearing this, Jiang Yingchi's gaze fell upon the stew pot on his coffee table.
His gaze returned to her face, and he said softly, "I'm not very hungry."
After saying that, he walked towards the coffee table.
They took the stew pot from the coffee table.
When Yu Hualing saw her borscht being taken away by her eldest grandson, she couldn't sit still and quickly reminded him, "That's my borscht."
Jiang Yingchi glanced at the old lady: "Didn't you already have dinner when you arrived?"
Yu Hualing choked.
Jiang Yingchi had already picked up the stew pot and said, "I haven't eaten tonight."
Yu Hualing fell silent.
It was Jiang Yingchi's words that reminded Ning Qiluo.
Tonight, she and Su Muyu went out for hot pot. Jiang Yingchi picked her up and took her directly back to Green Valley Cloud Creek. The two of them had been together all along, and he hadn't eaten before he left.
I was so busy with other things that I didn't even eat.
Before Ning Qiluo could speak, Jiang Yingchi said, "I'm not very hungry, this is enough for me."
"Then I'll make you something else, so we can eat together? My cooking skills have improved, you know." Ning Qiluo thought that he hadn't eaten, and it was already so late.
They don't even know how to take care of their own bodies.
Jiang Yingchi agreed, saying, "Okay."
Ning Qiluo was overjoyed.
At this moment, Uncle Cao, who had just returned with the bowls and chopsticks, greeted the young master upon seeing him.
Jiang Yingchi nodded and said in a cool voice, "Bring the bowls and chopsticks over."
Uncle Cao glanced in the direction of the old lady and saw that she was looking down and not participating, so he took the bowl and chopsticks away.
Jiang Yingchi pulled out a chair, pulled Ning Qiluo over to sit down, and said to Uncle Cao, "Didn't we pan-fry some flounder? Bring that up. What else is there... Oh right, steamed shad, bring that up too."
Uncle Cao was surprised.
Yu Hualing, who was sitting on the sofa, heard these words from afar and thought to herself, "My eldest grandson is really well-informed."
Right now, he probably thinks she made things difficult for the little girl and is quite unhappy about it.
Ning Qiluo asked curiously, "Jiang Yingchi, how did you know I made three dishes tonight?"
Jiang Yingchi: "I guessed."
"Are you kidding me? You can guess the numbers for three dishes, but you even guessed the names of the dishes perfectly." Ning Qiluo didn't believe her.
Suddenly, Jiang Yingchi chuckled softly.
The somber atmosphere was broken by Jiang Yingchi's soft chuckle.
She's truly his precious treasure.
He was terribly worried.
She has such a big heart.
She didn't care at all that her grandmother was targeting her. He was worried that she was feeling wronged at home, so he rushed back. Little did he know that she wasn't holding anything in her heart and was even thinking about cooking for him.
It saved him some trouble, but it also broke his heart.
His precious child, whom he doted on so much, was being ordered around to cook and prepare dishes until he was satisfied. Just thinking about it made his heart ache.
Uncle Cao went back to the kitchen and, together with his mother, heated up the remaining two dishes and brought them out.
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