Xue Guixiang had just arrived home. Qiao Jingzhen had already prepared dinner. There was a goose stewing in the pot, bubbling and bubbling, and the aroma was overwhelming.
Xue Guixiang washed her hands and wanted to help her cook, but Qiao Jingzhen drove her out: "The food you cook is worse than pig food, stay away!"
Xue Guixiang stared, wanting to say something but unable to, so she had no choice but to come out dejectedly and go to sweep the yard.
This was the nth time she had been disliked.
Lin Qingqing and Zhou Zhuo arrived home after a while. They saw that Xue Guixiang was not busy in the kitchen, but was sweeping the yard. The key point was that the yard was not dirty. She was just holding the broom and making a fuss. This was not normal at all.
Just as I was wondering, I saw an old lady with silver hair walking out of the kitchen. The old lady looked dignified, and although she was holding a spoon in her hand, she still couldn't hide her outstanding temperament.
"Everyone is back? Let's eat!" The old lady glanced at Lin Qingqing and Zhou Zhuo.
Xue Guixiang put down the broom and told them that this was Grandma Qiao, the person Wei Dabao invited to help with cooking.
Zhou Zhuo may have forgotten and did not react, but Lin Qingqing felt that the old lady was very familiar. Suddenly she remembered that this was the mentally ill old woman she met when she first went to Shijiazhuang. At that time, she insisted on holding Zhou Zhuo and kept calling him Zhilian. If the people from the Women's Federation had not appeared in time, she didn't know how to get rid of her.
Although her current mental state was completely different from that time, Lin Qingqing still recognized her.
Seeing Lin Qingqing staring at him, Qiao Jingzhen asked, "Do you know me?"
Lin Qingqing nodded. "Grandma Qiao, a few months ago, Zhou Zhuo and I met you when we went to Shijiazhuang. At that time, you even pulled Zhou Zhuo to call him Zhilian. Have you forgotten this?"
When Qiao Jingzhen heard the word Zhilian, his heart skipped a beat and his face looked unhappy.
Xue Guixiang was a little confused. She had no idea what her daughter-in-law was talking about, but she noticed that Qiao Jingzhen's face had changed, so she smiled and said, "Let's eat first. I'll go get the rice!"
Lin Qingqing and Zhou Zhuo went to wash their hands. Zhou Zhuo rubbed his wife's hands with soap several times before reluctantly letting go.
Qiao Jingzhen fried two dishes, one with vermicelli and spinach, and the other with braised eggplant, with a stewed goose in the middle pot.
The ingredients she used were the same as Xue Guixiang's, but the taste was several levels higher. Just smelling the flavor was enough to make people drool.
Qiao Jingzhen sat at the dining table, took a sip of porridge with a silver spoon, and then said lightly: "Xiao Lin is right, we have indeed met before, and I was sick here at that time..." She pointed to her head, "That's why I mistook Xiao Zhou for Zhilian.
Zhilian is my son, he passed away many years ago. Whenever I get sick I think of him. If I scared you, I apologize to you as an old woman.
Qiao Jingzhen's tone was very calm, as if he was talking about someone else's business, but Lin Qingqing knew that losing a loved one is a lifelong pain. If she hadn't been injured so badly, how could she have suffered such a serious blow?
"Grandma Qiao, we weren't scared, but you were. It's been so long since the incident happened, just let it go." Lin Qingqing couldn't find the right words and could only say a few simple words of comfort.
In fact, no amount of words can comfort an old man who has lost his son. These are just understatements of pain, and all consolation is bullshit.
Qiao Jing really knows everything.
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