Zhang Qingqing took Xiaoji upstairs and went to bed directly.
If you decide to leave, there will definitely be a fierce battle to be fought later.
But she slept until she woke up naturally, and it was getting late, so she didn't hear them calling her to get up.
Zhang Qingqing glanced at the chick sleeping sweetly on the carpet, and went downstairs without calling it.
After going downstairs, he unexpectedly found Sang Qi sitting on the sofa and continuing to watch that kind of mindless TV series.
Sang Jin was standing alone in the kitchen cooking.
"Qingming, you're awake, come and watch TV."
Sang Qi looked back at her, her eyes fixed on the TV again.
"good!"
Zhang Qingqing sat down next to Sang Qi and asked her again in a low voice.
"Didn't the big kitchen deliver food today? Why is Sang Jin cooking!?"
"Huh? Ajin said I would cook for you!"
Sang Qi said, looking at Zhang Qingying with a meaningful look.
“…”
Zhang Qingying rolled his eyes at her, pretending to be watching TV, but in his heart, it was as sweet as honey.
"But, can he cook?"
When Zhang Qingying just came downstairs, he saw Sang Jin reading a book, as if he was studying while reading.
Obviously, it was the first time for him to get into the sedan chair as a grown-up girl!
"No way!"
Sanchi took an apple and bit it.
"Won't… "
As expected, Zhang Qingqing secretly looked in Sang Jin's direction.
He is still reading a book.
"So what if he doesn't? Isn't he studying now? Don't worry, you will eat better than those famous chefs later. My brother's mind is different from ordinary people."
Sang Qi said, holding another apple and handing it to Zhang Qingying.
It indicated to her that she could feel very at ease.
"Oh fine!"
Now that Sang Qi had said that, Zhang Qingqing had nothing to say, so he gnawed on an apple and started watching soap operas.
After watching more than one episode of the TV series, the two heard Sang Jin shouting that dinner was ready.
Sang Qi couldn't wait any longer and ran over.
"Oh, Ajin, you are really a born chef. I could smell the aroma just now."
Sang Qi sat down, took a roasted leg of lamb and started to chew on it.
“Not bad, not bad, crispy on the outside and tender on the inside!”
As soon as I took a bite, I couldn't help but praise it.
Before Zhang Qingqing could walk over, he saw Little Chicken rushing downstairs as if there was a fire.
Could it be that it also smelled the fragrance? It really was a dog's nose.
Zhang Qingying couldn't help but feel funny for a while.
She was just about to get some for the chicken, but who knows, Sang Jin brought out another plate, which was packed tightly.
“Woof woof woof—”
The little chicken squawked happily twice, then put its head on Sang Jin's leg and rubbed it hard a few times.
Then he started eating.
"Come sit down and eat."
Sang Jin found that Zhang Qingqing was still standing there in a daze and waved to her.
"Uh... ok."
Zhang Qingying nodded and walked over.
When she walked to the dining table, Sang Jin pulled out a chair for her, very gentlemanly.
Sang Qi had a mouthful of food, and at this moment, she looked at Zhang Qingying and winked.
Zhang Qingqing also smiled slightly.
After sitting down, I found a steak with love in front of me.
"I don't know whether you like Chinese or Western food, so I made a little bit of both."