Chapter 388: What do you think of me? (17)

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Qiao Anhao didn't dare to see Lu Jinnian at all, but he hung his head down and let his long hair cover his face.
Her eyes were a little hot for several times. She was pressed down by her several times until her hair was dried. She took a deep breath and tied her hair casually. The tone said as usual: "I'll go see Chen Has mom made dinner well?"
Then he walked out of the bedroom.
Qiao An came to the kitchen, and Chen Ma had already cooked the dishes, and the fire was burning hot, and there was a grunting sound inside. Ma Chen was squatting in front of the trash can, peeling garlic cloves, and saw that Qiao An had come over. , Immediately said aloud: "Ma'am, supper will be ready soon, and Mr. Lu can wash his hands down."
Joan nodded his head well, walked to the gas stove, stretched his head, glanced at the hot boiled inside, and clearly saw the ribs and corn, or asked: "What kind of soup is it?"
Ma said: "Corn ribs soup."
"It smells good." Joan praised it aloud, not knowing whether it was hit by the heat of the soup, and tears dropped two into the casserole.
Joan raised her hand in a hurry and touched her tears. While Mom didn't notice, she left a sentence "I'll call him to eat" and walked out of the kitchen.
Qiao Anhao didn't go upstairs, but faced the door that was open in the bedroom on the second floor, shouted "Dine", and walked into the public bathroom on the first floor. She locked the door and stood in front of the washstand. His eyes were scary in the mirror.
She didn't really want to cry, but her tears were uncontrollable and she ran down until the bathroom door was knocked twice, and Lu Jinnian's voice came: "Qiao Qiao?"
Joan took a deep breath with his eyes closed, shouted "immediately" to the door, turned on the faucet, took a handful of water, fell on his face, and stayed quiet for a minute, waiting for his emotions to stabilize When he came down, he turned off the faucet, picked up the towel on the side, wiped his face clean, and went out.
In the dining room, Lu Jinnian was sitting in his seat where he used to sit. Ma Chen was serving soup and saw her coming in, and pulled her chair out intimately.
Qiao An sat opposite Lu Jinnian, took Ma's soup, said "Thank you" softly, then lowered his head and drank the soup.
She and Lu Jinnian had eaten many times together, and there was not much communication during the meal, so the table was a little quiet, Qiao An had a bad appetite, but still forced herself to eat something, and later, still bear The chopsticks were put down if they couldn't hold it.
Lu Jinnian, who was sitting opposite, glanced at the rice in her bowl that had barely moved, and her eyebrows were wrinkled: "Is the appetite bad? Or is the food inappropriate?"
Ma, who was standing aside, also said, "What do you want to eat, my wife, I will cook it for you again."
Qiao An's eyes were sour, and tears came out. She lowered her eyes. After ten seconds, she raised her head and smiled miserably at Jinnian Landing. The tone was calm: "I eat a little too much at noon. I am not very hungry now. Wait to eat."
Lu Jinnian nodded, not reluctantly. Qiao An got up and walked out of the restaurant. He heard Lu Jinnian saying to Mom Chen: "My wife likes to drink oatmeal. You should cook some porridge now. Wait until she is hungry." , Don’t let her eat hot leftovers."
Joan's nice fingertips trembled, and he walked away quickly.