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On the way home.
Ning Qiluo was about to call Jiang Yingchi to say goodnight, and his first words when he answered the phone were: "Come home for dinner soon."
"Where are you?" Ning Qiluo asked.
What do you think?
When Ning Qiluo returned home and saw Jiang Yingchi cooking in the kitchen, all her weariness vanished.
Overjoyed, she rushed over and hugged him from behind: "Good evening, Jiang Yingchi."
The commotion was a bit too loud, so much so that some soup spilled from the spoon Jiang Yingchi was holding.
He put down his soup spoon and glanced back at the table. "Good evening, Ning Qiluo."
“Whenever you call me by my full name, I always feel like things are serious,” she said, leaning forward to him.
Jiang Yingchi countered with, "Then, what if you called me by my full name?"
“I’ve always called you Jiang Yingchi, I’m used to calling you by your full name.” She said matter-of-factly.
However, she had indeed gotten used to calling him by his full name. Except for the occasional flirtatious "Uncle Jiang," she mostly addressed him by his full name.
"How about we change the way we address you?" he suggested, his tone suggesting a rational approach.
Ning Qiluo hummed in response, and then pretended to think for a moment: "Mr. Jiang?"
He didn't speak.
Ning Qiluo concluded: "I don't like calling you Mr. Jiang."
“I don’t like it either,” he said.
Ning Qiluo's eyes lit up with a smile: "It's rare that we've reached a consensus, so let's call you by your full name then. After all, there aren't many people who can call you by your full name."
Amused by the little girl, he pulled her hand away and said, "Go wash your hands, I'll cook another dish."
"good."
Ning Qiluo was overjoyed by Jiang Yingchi's arrival, and even hummed a tune while washing her hands.
When we returned, a simple dinner of three dishes and a soup was already laid out on the table, a dinner for just the two of us.
"The men of your Jiang family are indeed excellent cooks," she praised.
Jiang Yingchi glanced at her, then served her food, asking casually, "So, do you think my cooking suits your taste?"
"combine."
Ning Qiluo ate the dishes he had laid out, her smile unchanged, and deftly smoothed things over: "I'm not picky about food; most of it suits my taste."
After saying that, she secretly rejoiced, thinking to herself that she had almost given herself away.
Jiang Yingchi pursed her lips, the curve of which was very slight: "What do you like to eat? I'll make it for you next time."
"Either is fine," she replied.
Jiang Yingchi stopped probing her and brought up another matter: "Have you packed your luggage?"
"There's nothing to pack, the organizers will arrange everything. Besides, my home is in Country Y, so I don't need to bring any daily necessities or clothes," she said while eating.
He seems to have a good appetite.
He ate almost all the food he served.
Jiang Yingchi gave her some more food and instructed her, "Chewing slowly will help with digestion."
"I know, but you made dinner tonight, and it was so delicious, I couldn't resist."
The young girl spoke with exceptional grace, making the old man's heart flutter with delight.
Being sweet-talking has its advantages. Before regaining her memories, she wasn't sure which of Jiang Yingchi's tricks she would pull, but now that she's regained her memories, Ning Qiluo knows best which of Jiang Yingchi's tricks she will pull.
He couldn't stand her adoring gaze, her coquettish behavior, or her innocent and adorable side...
When Ning Qiluo thought about how her IQ was exceptionally high during the six months she lost her memory, and how he was able to accept everything and completely control her, she realized that Uncle Jiang was actually a lolicon.
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