To Qiao Nan, cooking shredded chicken porridge was a piece of cake.
At noontime, Shi Qing had a bright expression on her face when she finally got to have the same shredded chicken porridge that Zhai Sheng had. "It's indeed good. No wonder Brother Zhai loves it. I love delicious food as well. Qiao Nan, don't be stingy. I am your guest. I should have a few more bowls."
"Sure, I won't fight with you. I will keep a bowl for my dad and you can have the rest, okay?" Qiao Nan shook her head. When it came to fighting, Shi Qing was even more ruthless than Zhu Baoguo, and she was as good as her mother when it came to scolding people. But at times, she seemed like a child. There were so many sides to her personality.
Looking at Shi Qing, Qiao Nan suddenly thought of someone—Zhu Baoguo.
