Reborn As the School Hunk’s Dearest Daughter

Fu Qingji's apparent indifference to Fu Pei made the air around him freeze for a moment.

The smile on Mingzhi's face froze at the corner of his mouth for a moment, and he staggered a step subconsciously.

Fu Qingji's attitude was obvious, that he didn't want to recognize Fu Pei's younger brother at all.

She was a little uncomfortable, glanced at Fu Pei, and thought that Fu Pei had finally come back, how could he get such an attitude from her own brother, and wanted to go forward and remind Fu Qingji.

Fu Pei patted Mingzhi on the shoulder from behind, with no emotion on his face, and said in a low voice, "Forget it."

He could actually understand Fu Qingji's mood. To Fu Qingji, he was just a little brother who had been lost for more than ten years and had not seen each other since they were young.

Why do you ask the other party to recognize his brother when they meet for the first time?

Fu Pei didn't have feelings for Fu Qingji either, and he didn't feel anything at all.

Fu Pei is no longer a child, so how can he compare this.

On the contrary, if Mingzhi insisted that Fu Qingji recognize Fu Pei, it would make the scene even more embarrassing.

Mingzhi bit her lip, understood what Fu Pei meant, sighed in her heart, and said nothing after all.

Jiang Yan calmed down the atmosphere and said with a smile, "My third brother and I came in time, just in time for dinner, do you need my help?"

Mingzhi was feeling uncomfortable, and when she heard the words, she poured her anger on Jiang Yan, and said lukewarmly, "Our family is going to have a reunion dinner, why don't you come over to worship another day?"

Jiang Yan pursed his lips, but before he could say anything, Fu Qingji's cold voice came over, "Didn't Yan Yan have passed to the uncle's house, isn't he a family?"

He raised his peach eyes slightly, his inside was cold, and his voice was light and did not fluctuate, "Mom, it's been so many years, why do you still like to favor one over the other."

Mingzhi's eyelids trembled slightly, and his eyes suddenly turned red.

Fu Zong frowned, "Qing Ji, why are you talking so ugly?"

"All the ugly things have been done." Fu Qingji lowered his eyes and rolled up his cuffs, looking a little careless, "Why, do you still think it's ugly?"

"Okay, stop arguing, I'll come over another day." Jiang Yan lowered her head and looked very disappointed, and turned to leave.

"If it wasn't for Yan Yan to persuade me, I wouldn't come at all." Fu Qingji stood up, his eyes were cold, "But it seems that I'm not here, you will get along better, then I'd better go."

"Qingji, don't go." Mingzhi grabbed Fu Qingji's arm, her voice sounded a little humble and eager, "This is your home, we are all your family, you...don't be so indifferent, okay? it is good."

Fu Qingji's jaw tightened, and the emotions in his eyes were a little thick.

He didn't speak.

Jiang Yan walked beside him and said softly, "Third brother, just have a meal, don't hurt the hearts of the third uncle and aunt."

Fu Qingji did not speak, but did not leave.

Mingzhi and Fu Zong had felt guilty about him, so when he saw this, he acquiesced to Jiang Yan to stay and said nothing more.

Fu Ting looked at this scene and felt a little worried.

She didn't expect it to be so bloody.

After her father died in her previous life, when she was in the most difficult time, Fu Qingji's charitable foundation once supported her.

She owed Fu Qingji a favor, and always wanted to help Fu Qingji heal her leg, but Fu Qingji was complaining about her father in her heart.

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Mingzhi adjusted her mood and happily prepared to cook.

She assigned work to everyone, and the men couldn't cook, so they were responsible for washing, chopping, and fighting.

She and Fu Ting are responsible for cooking according to everyone's taste.

Jiang Yan said to Fu Heard, "Xiao Ting, I think your hands are well maintained. You probably haven't cooked before."

She looked like a confidant and a big sister, looking very gentle, "I'm different from you, I grew up in my uncle's house and did all the housework, I also learned to cook, and it was delicious, you Just sit and rest and let me show my hands."

"No." Fu Ting flatly refused.

What more Jiang Yan wanted to say, Mingzhi said dissatisfiedly, "Xiao Ting rarely comes to cook for us at home, no matter if she can cook or not, we will like it very much."

Jiang Yan bit her lip and said nothing more.

Mingzhi prepared a large table, on which she and Fu Ting each had one head.

Jiang Yan went to the small kitchen next to her to prepare her ingredients.

"Dad, what kind of food do you want to eat, I'll cook it for you." Fu Ting was the first to ask Fu Pei, smiling sweetly, saying that he hadn't cooked for Fu Pei for a long time.

"It's fine." Fu Pei didn't choose, as long as it was made by Fu Ting, he liked it.

Fu Ting asked Cen Juan, Fu Sixing and Fu Nanyan again. They were all casual, as long as they had something to eat.

Finally, Fu Ting cooked three dishes, braised chicken with porcini mushrooms, catfish in scallion oil, and prawns and chicken feet.

Mingzhi made five dishes, chicken wings with cola, pork with plum vegetables, roasted chicken with potatoes, shredded pork with green peppers, and spicy fried squid.

Jiang Yan didn't have many ingredients, so he made two vegetarian dishes, cucumbers and eggplant peppers, which looked a bit shabby.

When these dishes are placed on the table together, they are really rich.

Jiang Yan smiled and said, "Xiao Ting's craftsmanship is really good. I underestimated you. It smells so good."

"It goes without saying that my granddaughter's recipes are definitely the best." Mingzhi was very enthusiastic. He was the first to pick out Fu Ting's dishes, and a bunch of rainbow farts popped up after taking a bite.

"Then I'll try it too!" Jiang Yan also wanted to pinch, and just stretched out her chopsticks.

Fu Nanyan blocked it on purpose, and took away the piece of meat that Jiang Yan wanted, eating with relish.

"Listen, it's delicious!"

Jiang Yan, "..."

She then went to pick something else, and was cut off again.

Fu Sixing and Fu Nanyan seem to be targeting, not giving Jiang Yan a chance to attack.

Jiang Yan slowly put down his chopsticks.

The dishes made by Fu Ting became delicious, and most of them were eaten quickly.

Fu Pei was afraid that Fu Sixing and Fu Nanyan would finish eating what Fu Ting had cooked, so they would also join in the grabbing.

However, when Cen Juan wanted to clip, he was blocked by Fu Ting.

The little girl was serious, "You eat this!"

She gave Cen Juan a piece of... onion.

Cen Wan, "..."

He supported his chin, pulled his lips, and smiled lightly, "My sister is so stingy, she won't let my brother eat a piece of meat."

"You can't eat meat." Fu Ting frowned, "You didn't eat much in the morning. If you eat meat as soon as you come, it will be bad for your stomach."

Cen Wan has always had a bad appetite and needs to be protected.

Fu Ting didn't want him to end up with a terminal illness like Fu Pei had in his previous life.

"Okay, listen to you." Cen Yan's thin lips lifted lightly, and for the first time, he felt that eating green onions was the best delicacy in the world.

Fu Qingji didn't move his chopsticks from beginning to end, Mingzhi took a piece of shrimp made by Fu Ting and gave it to him, "Qingji, try your little niece's craftsmanship."

Fu Qingji moved his fingertips, holding the shrimp aside, extremely indifferent, "Allergic."

He stretched out his hand, grabbed the vegetarian dishes made by Jiang Yan that no one cared about from beginning to end, and ate them slowly.

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