Qiao Chengfan also has some memories of what happened when he was a child. He remembered that when he was about three years old, Old Qiao took him alone in London. He was usually worried that the servants would feed him, and sometimes he would feed him personally.

He remembered that Lao Qiao also fed him dumplings.

At that time, he was quite naughty. Sometimes he would sprinkle dumpling soup on him, and he just scolded him a few times and never beat him.

Actually, Lao Qiao is not bad to him.

Thinking of this, it is not easy for Lao Qiao to live alone. It is not easy for a single old man to spend those years alone.

"What are you thinking?" Qiao Sinian frowned and stared at him.

“…”

Qiao Sinian looked at him a few more times, feeling sad, "Why did I give birth to a stupid son?"

"I'm full." Qiao Chengfan was very satisfied.

"Wash the dishes." Qiao Sinian also finished eating.

Qiao Chengfan:???

"Go quickly." Qiao Sinian ordered.

"I don't need to wash it." Qiao Chengfan whispered that there were servants at home.

"If you ask you to wash, just wash it. Don't want to be the eldest master if you don't do anything all day long."

"No, when we went to the summer camp, we did everything ourselves." Qiao Chengfan was dissatisfied.

"You can do it when you go to a summer camp, but you can't do it at home? Go and wash dishes!"

Qiao Chengfan was unwilling to accept it. He would have stopped eating if he had known...

Really dictatorial.

Qiao Sinian went upstairs with satisfaction. It was late at night, Ye Jiaqi was already asleep, and outside the curtains was an endless night sky.

...

The more than ten-day financial summit has finally come to an end.

Ye Jiaqi was so tired that Qiao Sinian had a few days of leisure.

He learned to cook more dishes, also learned to cook bird's nest and nutritious soup, and served Ye Jiaqi so fat.

He also found some maintenance recipes from Aunt Mei. After his troubles, Ye Jiaqi became much fatter and looked better. His hands and feet were not so cold in winter.

Finally got some leisure time. Ye Jiaqi slept in a lazy sleep, and after getting up, he flipped through magazines and drank tea on the balcony.

Qiao Sinian sat opposite her, studying Southeast Asian recipes. She looked even more serious than working, just because she casually said yesterday, "I miss the dishes in Southeast Asian restaurants."

It was obvious that he could go out to eat, but Qiao Sinian decided to do it himself.

The ingredients outside are not as fresh as at home, and the taste is not as good as you can.

The two sat face to face, and the sun shone in. Qiao Sinian wore a gray-white sweater, which looked a little more gentle and home-like than usual.

Seeing that he was watching seriously, Ye Jiaqi walked over quietly and threw himself into his arms to watch with him.

"Dry pot curry seafood big shot?" Ye Jiaqi said softly, pointing his finger at the picture.

"Um."

"Have you learned it? You've been watching it for a long time."

“…”

"Little fool."

Qiao Sinian:???

Qiao Sinian lowered her head and bit her earlobe: "Who are you talking about? Little thing."

"Tell me, little fool." Ye Jiaqi said angrily and smiled.

Qiao Sinian freed up a hand to scratch her crunching nest: "Little thing, you have grown your skills."

"I won't say it anymore, I won't say it anymore, husband, I won't say it anymore." Ye Jiaqi was begging for mercy by him.

Qiao Sinian then stopped.

Ye Jiaqi stayed in his arms and watched for a while, and sometimes she would peel an orange and eat it with him, but she couldn't learn it anyway.
Chapter completed!