Meanwhile in the kitchen.
Qiao Shiyu felt a cold air coming out of her spine, and her whole body felt cold. After a while, she realized that she started to stir-fry her egg fried rice again.
Later, she realized that it was her baby son who was plotted against, and he was very ruthless.
When Qiao Shiyu prepared the fried rice with eggs, Jiang Qinqin was already asleep, with a smile floating on the corner of her mouth. Although Jiang Qinqin was asleep, it was said that this smile was nothing, but Qiao Shiyu felt that the smile was very bad.
“Qinqin, Qinqin, Qinqin” Qiao Shiyu put the fried rice on the table and called it several times, but Jiang Qinqin didn’t react at all.
Qiao Shiyu had a headache. What’s going on with this girl?
Later, Qiao Shiyu leaned into Jiang Qinqin’s ear and shouted “The fried rice is ready.” She didn’t think of any reaction at all, but Jiang Qinqin suddenly sat up straight and widened her eyes and asked, “What, what, is the fried rice really good? Is my godson here?”
Qiao Shiyu heard this and suddenly felt dark clouds on her head. What’s all about, it’s messy, and she’s so worried.
“Qinqin, it’s me, what kind of godson? Dudu is in Lijing Villa.”
“Oh, he is the godson now, but he will not be the future. He will be me in the future.” My son-in-law, la la la, life is so beautiful.
“Qinqin, why are you crazy again? Is there any problem with your head?” Qiao Shiyu is really worried about Jiang Qinqin now. Judging from her current situation, Jiang Qinqin is really sick. “Get out, you have a problem with your head. Go and bring the delicious fried rice for Ai’s family. Ai’s family is going to have a meal.”
Jiang Qinqin raised her hand and pointed to the fragrant fried rice on the table. In fact, it was not her hungry, but the little guy in her stomach was hungry.
“Okay, okay, okay, I understand, I really convinced you.” Qiao Shiyu got up and walked to the dining table, picked up the fried rice, and handed the plate to Jiang Qinqin.