When the female supporting role has a beauty system

Chapter 1247 Qiao Mai of the 1970s 15
Qiao Mai felt her cooking skills hadn't deteriorated; the steamed dumplings tasted great. In Gu Jingyue's eyes, it was simply that she enjoyed this kind of intimate interaction.

Gu Jingyue held the porridge bowl, took a couple of sips of porridge, ate a steamed dumpling, and fed Qiao Mai in between. Before arriving at work, he managed to feed himself until he was about 70% full.

"I'll take the lunchbox to work to wash it; I can't let you keep busy."

Qiao Mai put away the lunchbox: "No need, I'll take it to the store. You can go in now."

Gu Jingyue was about to push the door open and leave when he suddenly turned around and looked at Qiao Mai: "I get off work at 5:30 pm."

Qiao Mai gave a half-smile, and didn't immediately agree: "I'm making hot pot tonight, and I'll leave the shop early this afternoon to go home and stew mutton soup. If I come to pick you up, we won't be able to have hot pot tonight."

Gu Jingyue's eyes were full of smiles: "Then can I ask to have plain soup? I can wash vegetables, scrub pots and clean."

Qiao Mai couldn't help but smile: "Since you've put in so much effort, I'll treat you to hot pot tonight, the clear broth kind."

“Okay,” Gu Jingyue smiled, and he reached out to ruffle Qiao Mai’s hair. “Drive carefully.”

As he was about to close the door, he bent down slightly and said, "Although I've already said it once, I still have to say it: you look beautiful today."

Qiao Mai blushed slightly. She was such a grown woman, and he was still touching her head. Did he think she was a little girl? Qiao Mai gave a haughty snort: "I know, you're so long-winded."

Watching Qiao Mai's car drive away, Gu Jingyue carried his briefcase into the office. He hadn't gone two steps when he heard hurried footsteps behind him. Gu Jingyue instinctively turned around; it was his colleagues.

"Good morning, Secretary Gu."

"Good morning, Director Zhang."

"Did Secretary Gu get a ride with someone else today?"

Gu Jingyue smiled warmly: "Yes, I came to work today in my neighbor's car."

Director Zhang glanced at Gu Jingyue's bus not far away, and then thought of the car he had just seen. Its round and cute design clearly didn't look like something a man would drive. He tentatively asked, "Female neighbor?"

Gu Jingyue smiled but remained silent. Everyone else understood, and immediately someone changed the subject. They were all shrewd people; there was no need to spell things out, but everyone was curious: who exactly was Gu Jingyue's neighbor?

Qiao Mai left the store before 3 p.m. She opened the store out of interest, and with a capable store manager, she gradually got used to being a hands-off owner. Essentially, Qiao Mai is not a career-driven person.

All she wanted was a comfortable life with modest wealth; once she had money, she wanted to enjoy life.

After browsing the market and buying various ingredients, Qiao Mai went home and started making bone broth. She prefers a sweet and sour flavor, so she also made herself a tomato broth.

With plenty of time, she also made a lot of beef balls, cuttlefish balls, and shrimp paste.

Gu Jingyue didn't go back home after returning; he went straight to the seventh floor. At that time, Qiao Mai's hot pot broth had just been cooked, and the aroma filled the hallway.

"You're back?" Qiao Mai, wearing an apron, went to open the door. Upon seeing Gu Jingyue, she took the briefcase from him and placed it in the entryway: "There are slippers in the shoe cabinet."

Gu Jingyue looked at Qiao Mai, who was standing behind the door in her home clothes. At this moment, she had shed her glamorous and sophisticated look from the daytime and looked more homely and gentle.

Smelling the delicious aroma of hot pot in the air, Gu Jing felt an overwhelming sense of unreality. This kind of down-to-earth, everyday life was something he had never experienced before.

"Yes, I'm back." His voice was a little lower. "There were oranges for sale on the way, so I bought some." "Oranges?" Qiao Mai was surprised. "Oranges are delicious at this time of year. I'll make a fruit platter. I've already prepared the hot pot. Wash your hands and get ready to eat."

Gu Jingyue followed her into the kitchen. Seeing that Qiao Mai was about to wash oranges, he stopped her hand, saying, "The water is cold on such a cold day, let me do it."

"No need, I've turned on the hot water." Qiao Mai avoided his hand: "Wen Ting installed the water heater for me, so I don't have to worry about my hands getting cold when washing vegetables on such a cold day."

Gu Jingyue stopped beside her, watching Qiao Mai wash the oranges. The oranges flipped back and forth in her hands, making her fingers appear even whiter and longer. There are some people who are just so likable in every way.

After staring at Qiao Mai's hands for a few seconds, Gu Jingyue took the bowls and chopsticks to the dining room. After he left, Qiao Mai breathed a sigh of relief, feeling that Gu Jingyue's presence was too strong; she felt a little uncomfortable with him around.

Seeing Gu Jingyue eating vegetables with the clear broth, Qiao Mai said with a hint of regret, "It's a shame to eat hot pot with only clear broth. Why don't you try my tomato broth? It's not spicy, and it's sweet and sour."

Gu Jingyue readily agreed, saying, "I've never had tomato hot pot before."

Qiao Mai was smug, thinking to herself that tomato hot pot wasn't readily available at this time of year. She brushed a strand of hair behind her ear and said, "If you like it, we'll definitely have tomato hot pot again next time. I'll also make golden fish maw hot pot, and next time we'll try different flavors."

“Okay,” Gu Jingyue chuckled, referring to the next time Qiao Mai mentioned.

Since I drove Gu Jingyue to work once and we had hot pot together, this kind of life seems to have become my daily routine.

When they saw Gu Jingyue get out of Qiao Mai's car again, the colleagues who happened to be there couldn't hold back any longer.

"Is your neighbor Mr. Qiao?"

Gu Jingyue wasn't surprised that these people knew Qiao Mai's identity, and besides, he didn't have anything to hide: "Yes, I only found out she lived in the same building as me after I was transferred here. We lived on the floor above each other."

Director Zhang exclaimed with a sigh, "What a coincidence! Has President Qiao really retired?"

Gu Jingyue nodded: "Yes, Wen Ting is very outstanding. She has worked so hard for so long, and now she just wants to live a peaceful life."

One executive clicked his tongue in amazement: "It's not something most people can do when they're at the peak of their careers. But Xiao Qiao is exceptionally outstanding. Although she's still in university, the company is in perfect order, and on the contrary, her methods have become even more ruthless."

Gu Jingyue spoke as if he were talking about his own child's success: "She was taught by Qiao Mai herself, and young people always have a certain sharpness."

Several colleagues exchanged glances and suddenly found Gu Jingyue extremely irritating. At the same time, they couldn't help but envy him. If he were really with Qiao Mai, they couldn't help but feel envious.

How could Qiao Mai resist the advances of an old fox like Gu Jingyue? Before the end of the year, she and Gu Jingyue registered their marriage. Qiao Wenting, as a member of the bride's family, attended the ceremony and prepared an extremely generous dowry for Qiao Mai.

The stacks of property certificates were dizzying to look at; it was clear they owned properties all over the country. Not to mention the dowry of cars, jewelry, and cash, Qiao Wenting was truly arranging Qiao Mai's wedding according to the standards for marrying off a daughter.

The Qiao family, who also attended the wedding banquet, felt bitter looking at the endless stream of dowry, along with a belated sense of shame. It was Qiao Mai's first marriage, and they had only given her 80 yuan as a dowry.

They also kept all the betrothal gifts given by the Guo family.

Now that Qiao Mai is getting married for the second time, her parents haven't contributed a single penny. Even though the Qiao family isn't exactly short of money, they're always harsh on their second daughter, Qiao Mai, and subconsciously neglect her.

Guo Wenshan also attended Qiao Mai's wedding banquet. As a son, watching his divorced mother remarry is an experience that no one would believe if told to others.