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At the same time, with only a bang, Jiang Jiayi pressed the soup cup where the Buddha jumped over the wall onto the edge of the plate. Ren Lina was taken aback, and immediately stood up and stretched out her hand to make a gesture to help, but the soup cup was too hot , She didn't touch it directly either.

Fortunately, the servants came quickly behind him to help sort out the endgame and re-arrange a few plates.

Ren Lina looked at Jiang Jiayi worriedly, "Is it all right? Is it hot?"

Jiang Jiayi shook his head and replied with apologetic expression: "No, I'm sorry Aunt Ren and Uncle Joe, I didn't mean it."

Qiao Dingxiang said quietly, Ren Lina said gently: "It's okay, it's okay. I'm sorry. I shouldn't have kept you busy. Fortunately, you are not hot, otherwise we are embarrassed."

While pretending to be pathetic to Ren Lina, Jiang Jiayi glanced at Song Xi without a trace. But seeing that Song Xi still seemed to be unrecovered, she stood behind George Sheng in a daze. She just saw that George Sheng’s tugging, Song Xi The joy is not easy.

Thinking, Jiang Jiayi bypassed Song Xi and sat down beside George Sheng, then turned his head and said, "Song Xi, sit down."

George Sheng didn't look back, or even moved, the anger in Song Xi's heart suddenly rushed to the top of her head, and she was about to go crazy.

But at the most angry moment, the appearance of Song Yuanqing appeared in her mind inexplicably, thinking of Song Yuanqing holding her hand and asking her how she is now; thinking that after hearing the affirmative answer from her, her eyes were moist. With a comforting look.

Because of George Sheng, she was able to see Song Yuanqing outside the stipulated time. Because of this, Song Xi had to swallow into his stomach after breaking a tooth.

Although George Sheng did not look back, his thoughts were all on Song Xi. He was also guessing when and to what extent she could endure such an official lady who had never been wronged. If Song Xi could not bear to turn his face, this In his expectation, Song Xi pulled away the empty chair on Jiang Jiayi's left and sat on silently.

Such behavior not only surprised George Sheng, but even Jiang Jiayi and Ren Lina were shocked.

Jiang Jiayi was surprised that Song Xi could sit beside her quietly; Ren Lina was surprised that Song Xi is now George Sheng's legal wife, but Jiang Jiayi is separated from her.

There was more than five seconds on the table, and it was completely quiet. Song Xi straightened his back, and there was no hint of happiness or anger on his beautiful face, and it was completely invisible.

Everyone had different thoughts, so no one took the lead to speak. In the end, Qiao Dingxiang took the lead in moving his chopsticks and said, "Eat."

Qiao Dingxiang spoke, and everyone moved their chopsticks. Ren Lina helped Qiao Dingxiang prepare dishes, and Jiang Jiayi served Ren Lina with dishes. The two looked at each other and smiled.

George Sheng was blocked by Jiang Jiayi. He couldn't see the expression on Song Xi's face, nor could he see her picking up vegetables. He thought that Song Xi could do this for two reasons.

First, it is very bearable. Second, she doesn't care at all.

Because I don't care about him, I don't care if there is a third person between them.

Facts proved that George Sheng was right. Song Xi was very angry at first, and the anger almost overturned the Tianling Gai, but after getting angry, she comforted herself in her heart. What is so angry? She doesn't like George Sheng, so why bother with Jiang Jiayi?

Thinking of this, my heart feels more comfortable.

Ren Lina picked up several dishes for Qiao Dingxiang in succession, looked at his face, and asked about the taste softly.

Qiao Dingxiang seemed to have no appetite today, so he waved his hand after moving his chopsticks a few times, and motioned not to clip him again.

George Sheng turned his head to look at Qiao Dingxiang, and asked aloud: "Doesn't you like it?"

Qiao Dingxiang uttered an ‘um’, and saw that Jiang Jiayi couldn’t hold back his face, because she cooked all the dishes today.

Ren Lina said to ease, "Your dad's appetite is not very good in recent days, I will let the kitchen give him a bowl of noodles."

George Sheng looked at Qiao Dingxiang and asked, "Dad, do you want to eat pimple soup?"

Qiao Dingxiang thought for a moment, "I haven't eaten it for a long time."

Ren Lina immediately said, "I let the kitchen make it. Do you want the clear soup or the original juice?"

Before Qiao Dingxiang could respond, George Sheng said: "Let Song Xi go, she will do this."

Song Xi, who had been turning a blind eye to things outside the window, was suddenly named and had to look up. Seeing that the faces of the people on the table were different, she said nothing.

George didn't even turn his head. He used to say in a commanding tone: "My dad can't eat too salty, just a little bit lighter."

Before Song Xi waited to answer, Jiang Jiayi next to him said first, "Shall I do it? I can also make pimple soup."

George Sheng said without changing his face: "Northern people can't make things like that."

When he slapped his face straight, Jiang Jiayi's face was obviously unbearable, and he didn't know where to turn his eyes.

Song Xi put down her chopsticks, got up and walked towards the kitchen, leaving Ren Lina stealing a glance at George Sheng, but she couldn't say anything blatantly, so she could only talk to Jiang Jiayi with a smile.

Soon, Song Xi brought a bowl of pimple soup and walked over. George Sheng glanced at it, and he wanted to laugh, because it was the original recipe, persimmon hot pot with a poached egg on it. It can be said that it is uncreative, but it remains unchanged. That's her style.

Song Xi put the bowl in front of Qiao Dingxiang, did not say hello or said polite words, and returned to his seat from the same path.

It was George Sheng who helped her sell it and said, "Dad, try it."

Qiao Dingxiang picked up the spoon, Ren Lina instructed from the side, "Be careful."

The crowd looked at Qiao Dingxiang eating something as if watching anorexic patients. Song Xi didn't pay much attention to it at first. In the end, he was nervous by the atmosphere, and began to care about Qiao Dingxiang's feeling after eating.

Until Qiao Dingxiang nodded, Ren Lina asked, "Is it delicious?"

Qiao Dingxiang responded with practical actions, he picked up the spoon and took another bite.

This time Jiang Jiayi's face was completely ugly. She was exhausted and cooked a large table of dishes, and finally lost to a bowl of ten-minute quick soup.

To say that Song Xi didn't care, but at this moment she was also a little refreshed. For the first time in her life, she was complacent because she could make pimple soup.

As the servant passed by, George Sheng said as usual: "Help me serve the pimple soup."

The servant stood there, seemingly embarrassed, and said after a pause, "No, let the back cook do it for you again?"

George Sheng pretended to lower his head to eat. Hearing the words, he said calmly: "Just forget it."

But in her heart, she inevitably scolded Song Xi and asked her to make a bowl of pimple soup. She really only made one bowl? Is it using her white noodles or her persimmons? Who will save the food?

This meal is destined to be only Qiao Dingxiang eating happily. He seldom hasn't eaten such a big bowl of food anymore, and it is also unprecedented.