Uh—
The living room suddenly became awkward.
Qiao Jing glanced downward toward Zhan Qipei, then calmly looked away.
Zhan Qipei raised his hand to rub his temple, stifling a pain.
"We're having dumplings for dinner, handmade," Qiao Jing said.
She knew how to make dumplings?
Just as Zhan Qipei was thinking this, the doorbell rang.
"It must be him," Qiao Jing said as she walked toward the door.
Zhan Qipei's gaze followed intently, wondering who it was.
As soon as Qiao Jing opened the door, Xu Moqian's loud voice instantly filled the air.
"Sister Jing, I bought celery, shepherd's purse, and chives, along with black pork."
"Mmh, thank you, come in," Qiao Jing said as she handed a pair of slippers to Xu Moqian.
"No trouble at all, being able to eat the dumplings you make, Sister Jing, this little effort is nothing," Xu Moqian said as he carried the groceries toward the kitchen, smirking as he passed by Zhan Qipei.