"Oh." Qin Jingchen didn't come closer but turned around, "I'll go to the Pharmaceutical Research Institute first."
"Hey, aren't you eating? We have sweet and sour ribs, vinegar shredded cabbage, sour fish..." The Qin matriarch continued to call out.
Qin Jingchen's ears were practically sour from hearing it.
Tiao Chun brought over meals and said, "Young Master, it couldn't be that you're missing Miss Jiang just after returning, could it?"
"Not at all. He's just jealous."
The Qin matriarch understood, knowing that Jiang Zhe, not being much of a talker, likely didn't converse much with Qin Jingchen either.
It was also for her insomnia that she always had long chats with her using voice messages.
Qin Jingchen naturally couldn't stand these comparisons; it was frustrating.
The Qin matriarch picked up a piece of salty roast white, smiling as she said, "Finally, someone has gotten a firm grip on him."
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