But the dishes Qiao Jing made were so delicious that she had no time to contemplate those maybes and what-ifs.
If she ever kicked Qiao Jing out of the Zhan Family, she could consider hiring her as the Zhan Family's chef.
She had thought about it before, but it was just a thought, after all, she and Qiao Jing really didn't get along.
Besides, the daughter-in-law she had in mind was Lou Xinrou.
If Qiao Jing were to stay at home in the future, wouldn't that just add trouble for Lou Xinrou?
Taking all these into consideration, she eventually dismissed the idea.
Everyone finished the meal with their own thoughts.
The next day, when Qiao Jing got home from work, she found a red, gold-embossed invitation on the living room table.
She glanced at it and saw it was an invitation to a gathering, with Zhan Qipei's name printed on it.
Why had Zhan Qipei left the invitation here?
Without giving it much thought, she withdrew her gaze, planning to head to the kitchen to make dinner.
