“Really? I don’t know. Maybe you two are unlucky.”
Jiang Qin took a bite of noodles calmly.
“Jiang Qin, there are three eggs in my noodles.”
Feng Nanshu used a fork to peel off the top noodles, revealing three braised eggs inside, his eyes bright.
“Don’t you like eating braised eggs? You are so lucky.”
Jiang Qin picked up his braised eggs and took a bite without blushing or gasping for breath.
Guo Zihang: “God damn luck…”
Yang Shuan: “Artificial luck…”
After eating instant noodles, Jiang Qin handed the roasted chicken to Yang Shuan and the lamb chops to Guo Zihang, and began to issue orders to exclude guests.
It’s time for Ms. Yuan Youqin to get off work. If she doesn’t leave, she might be stuck at home.
At that time, I will have to explain it hard. Mom, don’t get excited, I don’t have a daughter-in-law!
With my mother’s temper, I probably still don’t believe it.
So, the four of them came downstairs and discussed going to the nearby water bar to sit for a while, chatting and playing poker. After all, during the Chinese New Year, entertainment is more important than the sky.
But just as he was about to leave, Feng Nanshu suddenly became confused and said, “Jiang Qin, I forgot my bag.”
She brought a pink backpack with her, which could hold her mobile phone and lipstick. She probably left it in the living room.
Jiang Qin asked them to wait below and ran upstairs to get it.
But there are always various coincidences in this world.
As soon as he ran upstairs, Ms. Yuan Youqin, who had left work early, arrived at the community, carrying rice, grain and oil distributed by her work unit in her hands. She was stunned when she passed the door of the building.
She knew Guo Zihang, so she quickly judged that the three people were here to see Jiang Qin.
“Why don’t you go home?”
“We just came out of home, and Jiang Qin went up to get something.”
Yuan Youqin nodded and turned his attention to Feng Nanshu.
The little rich woman put on the hat of her down jacket as soon as she got downstairs. Her pretty little face was not very clear, but it still made her feel familiar, as if she had seen it somewhere.
The little rich woman was a little panicked. She knew she was Jiang Ma, so she raised her hand that was hidden in her sleeves and waved it, but she didn’t know what to call her.