Xu Hongzu snorted coldly and turned his head away without speaking.
Inside the kitchen.
"You're back?" Qiao Jing was stir-frying fish in the pan and was somewhat surprised to see the person arriving.
"Yeah, what kind of fish are you making?" Zhan Qipei glanced at the other vegetables in the bag and took the initiative to start washing them.
Qiao Jing turned her head back to focus on the fish in the pan, "Pickled vegetable fish, Grandpa Xu loves it."
Zhan Qipei remembered Xu Hongzu and Xu Moqian, the grandfather-grandson duo, and his expression darkened slightly, but he couldn't help but assist Qiao Jing in chopping the pickled vegetables.
It was hard to pinpoint when exactly, but Zhan Qipei and Qiao Jing had developed a certain tacit understanding when cooking together, and with a man helping, the cooking speed increased a lot.
