Uncle Cao chimed in, "Miss Ning is a very earnest child."
Yu Hualing tacitly agreed with Uncle Cao's words.
If it were anyone else, who would want to serve this picky old woman?
"Grandma~"
Ning Qiluo placed the stew pot containing borscht on the coffee table, then placed a small dish on the coffee table, and finally picked up the tray, putting her hands behind her back.
The stew pot contains borscht, and the small dish contains baked apples.
Yu Hualing smiled and asked her, "Did you consider apples? What's in the stew pot?"
"This time I'm making borscht, but I'm not a very good cook. Grandma, please try it first. If it doesn't taste right, I'll make it again."
Yu Hualing thought to herself, "I'll have to redo it."
After all that back and forth, it's already nine o'clock.
Even if the taste wasn't right, she couldn't keep tormenting the little girl.
Uncle Cao stepped forward to lift the lid of the stew pot.
Yu Hualing gestured, "Hey, let the little girl do it."
Uncle Cao stopped, looked at Ning Qiluo, and gestured for her to proceed.
Ning Qiluo nodded, bent down, and lifted the lid of the stew pot.
The sweet and fragrant aroma of borscht wafted over, and Yu Hualing wanted to eat it just by smelling it. She picked up a spoon, took a bite, raised an eyebrow, and then picked up a roasted apple next to her to eat with it. As she ate, her eyebrow completely relaxed.
"It's sweet and sour, smooth and refreshing, almost identical to the taste of the dishes cooked by the Ukrainian chef we hired. Not bad, not bad."
The taste was actually pretty good.
Everyone in the Jiang family is a good cook.
Even though Yu Hualing is very picky about food, she still praised him sincerely.
Ning Qiluo just wanted her grandmother to eat something that satisfied her taste.
Now that Grandma is satisfied, she feels relieved.
It turns out we made the right decision by sticking to our principles.
"You've made three dishes in a row, you must be tired. Come sit down and try the borscht you made."
Yu Hualing beckoned Ning Qiluo to sit next to her.
He gestured to Uncle Cao, "Add another set of bowls and chopsticks."
Uncle Cao nodded.
Ning Qiluo did not refuse. Just as she was about to sit down, the voice of the Filipino maid came from the other side of the hall:
Good evening, Mr. Jiang.
Jiang Yingchi is back!
Ning Qiluo's eyes lit up.
She was bursting with energy right now. Her grandmother had just praised her borscht, and she was thinking, why not make some for Jiang Yingchi too? So he could praise her as well.
At this moment, Jiang Yingchi had already bypassed the main hall and entered the side hall.
Seeing her grandmother sitting on the sofa, Ning Qiluo stood beside her.
A faint sweet and sour scent wafted in the air, and he frowned.
Bu Ruoliuxing walked over and stood next to Ning Qiluo. He looked her over carefully, and finally his gaze lingered on the band-aid on her hand. His pupils were darker than the night outside.
"grandmother."
Jiang Yingchi looked at Yu Hualing, her face cold and aloof.
"Are you done with your work?" Yu Hualing asked.
"Mm." Jiang Yingchi nodded.
Hearing this conversation, Ning Qiluo asked in surprise, "Jiang Yingchi, did you know that Grandma was coming tonight?"
Jiang Yingchi said, "I don't know."
He was telling the truth.
His grandmother's visit tonight was unexpected.
If it's as expected, he won't take her back to Green Valley Cloud Creek.
He knew everything his grandmother had asked him to do before he returned.
His eyes darkened, and displeasure arose in his heart.
He took his hand out of his pocket and touched her hand.
Ning Qiluo looked down.
Jiang Yingchi had already taken her hand in his: "Why aren't you asleep yet?"
His large hand enveloped her small hand, his fingertips gently rubbing her knuckles, as if... as if he were soothing her.
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