After suffering the wrath of Qiao Zijin, Ding Jiayi was full of grievances. "You don't like spicy food, but Qiao Nan loves it."
"…" Qiao Zijin widened her eyes. The plate of small yellow croakers covered with chilies was cooked according to Qiao Nan's taste? "I don't eat spicy food. How am I going to eat this?"
"If you can't eat spicy food, then don't eat it." Ding Jiayi sat down and handed Qiao Zijin her bowl of rice. "I can't eat spicy food, yet I didn't say anything."
Ding Jiayi made it clear to Qiao Zijin that she could not eat spicy food as well. The small yellow croakers were covered with chilies. She could not have a single bite as well.
Qiao Zijin was so angry that she almost broke the chopsticks in her hand. In the past, her mother would consider her preferences when she prepared the meals. Now, in order to please her father, her mother had disregarded her daughter totally.
Ding Jiayi had rarely treated her in this way.
