Qiao an didn't dare to see Lu Jinnian at all. He just hung his head and let his long hair cover his face.
Her eyes were a little hot several times, several times she was pressed down, until the hair dried, she took a deep breath, tied her hair at will, and said in the usual tone: "I'll go to see if the dinner is ready for Chen ma."
Then he walked out of the bedroom.
When Qiao an came to the kitchen, Chen Ma had already cooked the dishes. The fire was burning in the fire. There was a gurgling sound coming from inside. Chen Ma Ren was squatting in front of the garbage can and peeling garlic. Seeing Qiao an coming, she immediately said, "madam, dinner will be ready soon. You can let Mr. Lu wash his hands."
JoAnn nodded his head, went to the gas stove, put out his head, looked at the boiling hot inside, clearly saw the ribs and corn, or opened his mouth and asked, "what kind of soup is it?"
"Corn spareribs soup," Chen said
"It smells good." JoAnn praised a little, but I didn't know if it was affected by the heat of the soup. Two tears fell and smashed into the casserole.
Qiao Anxiao quickly raised her hand and touched away her tears. Without her noticing, she left a sentence "I'll call him to have dinner" and walked out of the kitchen.
Instead of going upstairs, Joann called out "have dinner" to the open door of the bedroom on the second floor and went into the public bathroom on the first floor. She locked the door and stood in front of the washing table. She saw that her eyes were red in the mirror.
In fact, she didn't want to cry, but the tears just couldn't help but flow down. Until the door of the bathroom was knocked twice, Lu Jinnian's voice came: "Qiao Qiao?"
Joanne took a deep breath with his eyes closed, and called out "right away" to the door. He turned on the tap, took a handful of water, threw himself down on his face, and stayed quiet for a minute. When his mood stabilized, he turned off the tap, picked up a towel, wiped his face and walked out.
In the dining room, Lu Jinnian was sitting in his usual seat. When Chen Ma was serving soup, she came in and pulled her chair out.
Qiao an sat opposite Lu Jinnian, took the soup from Chen Ma, said "thank you" softly, then lowered his head and drank the soup.
She and Lu Jinnian had many meals together. During the meal, there was not much communication, so the table was quiet. JoAnn had a bad appetite, but she forced herself to eat something. Later, she could not bear to put down her chopsticks.
Lu Jinnian, who was sitting on the opposite side, took a look at the rice that had hardly moved in her bowl, and frowned: "do you have a bad appetite? Or is the meal inappropriate? "
Mrs. Chen, who was standing on the side, said, "what would you like to eat, madam? I'll cook it again for you."
JoAnn's eyes were sour, and her tears almost came out. She drooped her eyes, and after ten seconds, she raised her head and gave Lu Jinnian a miserable smile. Her voice was calm and peaceful: "I ate a little more at noon, but I'm not hungry now. I'll eat later."
Lu Jinnian nodded her head, but she didn't have to. Qiao an got up and walked out of the restaurant when she heard Lu Jinnian say to Chen's mother: "my wife likes oatmeal porridge. Now go make some porridge. When she's hungry, don't let her eat hot leftovers."
JoAnn's pleasant fingertips trembled and left at a rapid pace.
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