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"Hey, Uncle Dong!"
Qiao Weidong frantically poked at the black, unidentified object in the pot.
"I'd like to ask, is this how you stir-fry the preserved mustard greens in braised pork belly with preserved mustard greens?"
Fang Yifan glanced at the thing in the pot.
I'm a little skeptical, is this really preserved mustard greens?
As for the idea of saving this dish, Fang Yifan had absolutely no thought of it.
He felt that even if the King of Heaven himself came, he couldn't make this dish taste better.
However, seeing Qiao Weidong staring at him from the side...
After all, he's my future father-in-law, so I have to make a good impression.
So, Fang Yifan turned his head and looked at Qiao Weidong.
"Uncle Dong, how about I cook lunch today?"
Qiao Weidong's eyes lit up; that was why he had called out to Fang Yifan earlier.
Fang Yuan's cooking skills are so good, Fang Yifan's shouldn't be too bad either, right?
However, he still had to maintain his composure, so he coughed.
"That's not right. How can we let you cook when you're a guest?"
Fang Yifan got really excited after hearing this.
"Uncle Dong, what are you saying?"
“Every time I come to your house, it feels like I’m coming home. Why are you being so polite with me?”
"I'll cook lunch today!"
Although Qiao Weidong didn't know why, he just felt that Fang Yifan's words were strange.
However, I still can't figure out why.
Finally, he nodded and said, "Alright then, thank you for your hard work, Fang Yifan."
Fang Yifan shook his head with a blank expression.
"It's nothing, a small matter!"
After Qiao Weidong finished speaking, he left the kitchen and sat on the sofa.
Fang Yifan's cooking skills weren't particularly impressive.
However, compared to Qiao Weidong, he is still quite good.
As for why Fang Yifan appeared at Qiao Yingzi's house, it was mainly because of this morning.
Tong Wenjie and Fang Yuan said they had something to do at the company and left early.
Lin Leier claimed he was tutoring others, but in reality, he was going on a date. I never realized before that he valued women more than friends.
Fang Yifan was a little bored staying at home all by himself.
So, I decided to visit Qiao Yingzi's house without hesitation.
However, after knocking on the door, I found that only Qiao Weidong was home.
She said that Qiao Yingzi and Song Qian went out to buy clothes, while she stayed home to cook.
Then, he casually suggested having lunch together.
Fang Yifan had no choice but to reluctantly agree.
Although I don't know if he was poisoned, his face was a bit dark.
I just sat on the sofa for a while.
He chatted casually with his future father-in-law.
Then, the scene from before appeared.
Qiao Weidong watched Fang Yifan busy in the kitchen and stretched.
He lay down on the sofa and rested.
Since getting back together with Song Qian, I have been busy with housework.
He used to be a boss with hundreds of millions in assets, but now he's become a stay-at-home dad.
Of course, all of this was something I did voluntarily.
"Bang bang bang!"
Suddenly, at that moment, there was a knock on the door.
"Who?"
Qiao Weidong opened his eyes and touched his head.
He muttered something in confusion.
However, she still got up and walked towards the door.
I looked out through the peephole in the door.
He saw that the two people outside the door were his beloved daughter and wife.
He quickly opened the door.
With a warm smile on his face, he said, "Yingzi, wife, you two are back. Why are you ringing the doorbell?"
Song Qian was carrying several bags in her hands, which she then handed to Qiao Weidong.
"The two of us got to the door and realized we'd forgotten our keys."
Qiao Weidong took the bags from their hands and walked in.
Looking at Qiao Yingzi beside him, he asked with a smile, "How are you? Yingzi, are you tired?"
Qiao Yingzi shook her head and said with a grin, "Not tired!"
The three of them went inside, and Song Qian sat down directly on the sofa.
Because Liu Jing and Song Qian had chatted before, she now fully supports Qiao Yingzi becoming a guide at the planetarium.
Today, he even took Qiao Yingzi shopping for clothes.
However, Qiao Yingzi wasn't the type to enjoy buying clothes, and she was constantly being dragged along by her mother.
She felt incredibly sleepy and said with a look of utter despair:
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"Mom, I'm going back to my room now!"
After saying that, she planned to walk towards the bedroom.
Fang Yifan turned around and waved to Qiao Yingzi in greeting.
"Eiko!"
Qiao Yingzi's eyes widened suddenly; she had actually heard Fang Yifan's voice.
Turning around, I saw Fang Yifan wearing an apron in the kitchen.
Qiao Yingzi blinked, looking at him with a puzzled expression.
"Fang Hou, what are you doing here?"
Fang Yifan chuckled softly.
"My parents went out, so I came up to play with you."
Qiao Yingzi gave a very strange look, then pointed and said:
"I mean, why are you wearing an apron in the kitchen!"
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Fang Yifan lowered his head and glanced at it.
Then he shrugged and said very casually, "Oh, I see."
“I saw Uncle Dong cooking here, so I thought I’d help him out.”
"I'll cook lunch today so you can all try my cooking."
After hearing this, Qiao Yingzi was speechless.
She turned her head and looked at her unreliable father.
Upon hearing this, Song Qian frowned.
Although their family and Fang Yifan were very familiar with each other.
However, there was no reason for the host to be lying on the sofa.
And let Fang Yifan cook over there!
Qiao Weidong, who had been looking quite content, was initially quite pleased with himself.
Suddenly my body shuddered, and I felt a chill on my skin.
Looking up, I saw Song Qian's murderous gaze.
He swallowed hard and quietly took a step back.
He forced a smile onto his face.
"Honey, listen to my explanation."
"It's not what you think!"
Song Qian sneered and looked at Qiao Weidong.
"Then what do you think it should look like?"
Fang Yifan was happy to watch the show, but since the man was his future father-in-law, he still needed to try to improve his relationship with him.
So he quickly spoke up to explain.
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