He refused to believe it; he was a grown man and he couldn't even cook dumplings...
"Ciyuan, that's not how you cook dumplings."
Jiang Yao put the lid on the pot. "You can only put the dumplings in when the water boils. If you leave them like this, they'll definitely burn."
Is it open yet?
"Not that fast."
"Go change your clothes, I'll watch you."
Is that okay?
"Why not? Do you think you can?"
Jiang Yao: ...
"Oh well."
"Wait, what does it look like when the water boils?"
When Xiang Ciyuan asked this question, he looked very serious. Jiang Yao thought, "That makes sense. He usually doesn't even need to pour his own water; he's used to having people hand it to him."
He probably thought Ciyuan had never boiled water before.
"It's just bubbles coming out of the pot."
"There are some bubbles now."
Jiang Yao: ...
"Fine, just go if I tell you to. I'll take care of it."
After Jiang Yao left, Xiang Ciyuan looked at his phone again: What does it look like when the water boils?
After taking a look and getting a rough idea, I put all the dumplings in after a while and finally breathed a sigh of relief.
He put the lid on the pot, but the soup spilled all over the floor, so Xiang Ciyuan had no choice but to open the lid again.
The place was a complete mess.
I had no choice but to call out to her, "Jiang Yao, come here..."
Jiang Yao was just getting dressed when she felt terrible, but she forced a smile and said, "Oh, it's okay, I'll just wipe it off."
Is it cooked?
Is it still cooked? It's all stuck to the pan.
Jiang Yao took a spoon and went over to remove the dumplings from the bottom of the pot, where they immediately crumbled.
The pot of dumplings was cooked in a way that defies description.
It's such a waste to use imported shrimp dumplings.
Jiang Yao didn't throw it away either; she chopped up some garlic and made some dipping sauce.
Xiang Ciyuan had originally planned to cook for her this morning, but he didn't expect that cooking dumplings would be so troublesome, as it completely involved areas he was unfamiliar with.
Xiang Ciyuan was unhappy and didn't want to stay in the kitchen, so he sat in the living room waiting to eat dumplings.
Jiang Yao brought out two bowls, one for each person with dipping sauce, and said, "Eat up."
"Um."
"By the way, I ran into Zhai Ying at the teahouse last time?"
"Zhai Ying?" Xiang Ciyuan's gaze became intriguing.
"What I mean is, I overheard some things I shouldn't have heard. I happened to be passing by, the door wasn't closed, and I heard her talking about Song Ze."
"Still can't get over your ex?"
Jiang Yao was speechless. "No, it's just that she seemed to have had some kind of conflict with Song Ze. They were both planning something. I didn't hear the specifics very clearly at the time, I only heard the gist of it."
"There are so many people in the teahouse every day. You don't listen to anything else, but you overheard your ex-wife's conversation. You're quite sentimental."
"That's not what I meant, I just..."
Xiang Ciyuan said unhappily, "Mind your own business."
“You and Zhang Yandong had a project that has ended, but I heard that you two seem to be planning to work together again. You know Zhang Yandong and Zhai Ying’s relationship better than I do, so I will be a little more cautious.”
"My business is none of your concern."
Jiang Yao didn't say anything more. Although it wasn't a problem, Xiang Ciyuan's account had been frozen by Xiang Zhengyi, and he was relying on her to handle the transactions.
After a while, Xiang Ciyuan said again, "You care so much about me, do you like me a lot?"
"I can't help it if that's what you think. Zhai Ying and Zhang Yandong have a special relationship. Although she is Song Ze's wife, I've heard that they are only husband and wife in name only. I don't know what Zhai Ying's plans are yet, but it's always good for you to be careful."
"Just live your own life and don't worry about so much."
"If I didn't worry about so much, I would have died long ago."
Observing people's expressions and being vigilant yet adaptable are her natural instincts...
The plane landed in the ancient city, and Xiang Nanzhi took Shen Shixun and drove straight to the old house.
When Dou Wei entered the office to report the news, Xiang Jing got up to follow him. Just as she reached the underground parking lot, the driver opened the car door, and Xiang Jing hesitated.
He was never one to watch his sister suffer or bow down to a man. Dou Wei was somewhat taken aback when he saw that he hadn't moved.
"Mr. Xiang."
I'm not going back.
Xiang Jingyi really wanted to go back to the old house, but she said she refused.
After speaking, Xiang Jingyi turned and went back to his office.
Dou Wei and the driver were both a little confused.
He was the one who called the car, and he was also the one who suddenly said he wouldn't leave. It's getting harder and harder to figure out what Mr. Xiang's intentions are.
When they arrived at the office, Xiang Jingyi didn't attend the meeting or sign any documents; instead, he sat down and drank tea.
Dou Wei: ...
"Want some?"
"No, no, Mr. Xiang, you drink it."
At the old house, Ma Xiaorong was also extremely busy. When she saw the car approaching from afar, she turned around and called Xiang Jingyi, "Young Master, have you not arrived yet?"
"I'm not going back today."
"Huh? Didn't you say you were coming back?"
"Has the sub-source arrived yet?"
Ma Xiaorong was completely confused. "Young Master, ever since the Master discovered the gambling incident, the Second Young Master... the Master has never allowed him to come back."
Did Dad ever tell me to go back and take charge?
"It seems not..."
"Then what would I do if I went back?"
There's a limit to caring for your sister. He couldn't bear to see Xiang Nanzhi swallow her anger, couldn't bear to see her bow down to a man, and couldn't bear to see her spoiling a man too much...
But she was, after all, someone's wife.
I told Ciyuan that his condition was pathological and unacceptable.
"Young Master, are you really not coming back?"
No, he should try to let go. She's not a child anymore; she should live a life she chooses herself, instead of giving her superficial freedom while secretly making decisions for her.
The old house was quiet, with Lao Li and Lao Ma standing on either side of Xiang Zhengyi.
The aroma of tea filled the air, and the whole room was filled with the scent of tea.
Xiang Nanzhi moved out a long time ago, but the old house hasn't changed much; it's still just as she remembers it.
"Dad, Tangyuan is back."
Xiang Nanzhi acted as if nothing had happened, pulling Tangyuan to show Xiang Zhengyi, who held his tea but did not respond.
After a while, Old Ma called out to him, "Master..."
He looked up at the two people in front of him, then looked at the person in front of him.
Yes, he thought Shen Shixun was not good enough for her daughter, so he drove her away. As a result, he took the initiative and left with the child.
This caused Xiang Nanzhi to weep bitterly and be heartbroken. He went alone to the depths of the grassland to search for someone, and almost lost his life.
They even had to move away from their old house because of this.
"Dad, don't you want the glutinous rice balls anymore?"
When Xiang Nan asked him, Tangyuan looked at the old man in front of him with his big, dark eyes.
Xiang Yun grew up on the grasslands, but he can speak Chinese, which Shen Shixun often taught him.
With just one glance from the man, Xiang Yun released Xiang Nanzhi's hand and knelt before Xiang Zhengyi, "Grandfather..."
Xiang Nanzhi: ...
"Dad, I brought the child back to apologize to you. Please let me be with Zhizhi. All the mistakes in the past were my fault. Please forgive me."
He was very sincere and suddenly took her hand.
"Since it's your fault..."
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