A Joyful Boy: From Meeting the Drunk Song Qian

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"This Jiang Tianhao is really funny; he actually dared to call Teacher Li."

"It's really lucky he didn't stay in Class 3, otherwise he would definitely have had to make a home visit after that phone call."

Su Chen smiled and nodded.

He also found Jiang Tianhao quite amusing.

"Was the food good today?"

"what?"

... ..... .......

Song Qian looked at Su Chen earnestly and asked, "Was lunch made by your Aunt Pei today delicious?"

"Is it good... or bad?"

Su Chen tried to find the answer in her face.

But he failed.

Song Qian's expression remained unchanged.

She was simply resting her chin on her hand while looking at him.

An ordinary person would definitely feel that they must say no at this time.

But Su Chen knew.

If he says something wrong at this point, it will definitely make him seem very guilty.

Su Chen quickly found the answer.

"Actually, it's just average. They certainly don't do as well as I do, but they've definitely improved compared to before, since I taught them."

Song Qian spat lightly.

This little rascal is getting harder and harder to deal with.

"Su Chen, this won't do," Qiao Yingzi said earnestly, looking at Su Chen. "We're all neighbors, and we've eaten together so many times. How can you forget us when taking on a disciple?"

Su Chen looked at her in surprise.

"You want to learn to cook too?"

"Of course... it's not me." Qiao Yangzi chuckled and hugged Song Qian's arm. "It's my mom. We're neighbors, after all. You've already taught Aunt Pei Yin, so it's not too much to ask you to teach my mom too."

"He's a teacher, so he must learn really fast."

Qiao Yingzi finished speaking with a smile.

His eyes were fixed on Su Chen.

[Brother, please help me out. You don't want to have to swallow a sea cucumber raw again, do you?]

I almost forgot about that.

Su Chen nodded and said seriously, "Sister Song, leave your cooking skills to me. I guarantee you'll have a qualitative leap in your skills."

Song Qian tapped Qiao Yingzi's head open with her index finger.

"Is there something wrong with the exchange between the two of you that I can't see?"

"Are you referring to the sea cucumber incident from last time?"

Qiao Yingzi was shocked.

Mom has learned to read people's eyes too.

Will we still be able to talk about people behind their backs happily after this?

Although it was all explained to me.

But Qiao Yingzi displayed a shameless and persistent spirit.

Song Qian eventually agreed.

She definitely wouldn't have dared to do something like this in the past.

But ever since she was invited to participate in Nanjing University's winter camp, her relationship with Song Qian has improved significantly.

This kind of playful interaction between mother and daughter is a frequent occurrence.

After laughing.

Song Qian suddenly said.

"Your dad called me today and said he'd like to invite you out to dinner."

Qiao Yingzi froze.

He asked in a low voice.

"Then what did you say?"

"What else can I say? As long as he tells me the location of the restaurant, I won't care where you guys eat."

"But I remember..."

"Don't eat too much fried food, thank you Mom!!!" Qiao Yingzi shouted loudly.

184: Following Yang Tao to buy clothes, the designer fawned over her.

Qiao Yingzi turned to look at Su Chen.

"Then the task of having dinner with my mom tomorrow night is yours!"

"Oh, and Miaomiao too."

Song Qian tapped her on the head.

"How old is your mother? Does she still need someone to accompany her to meals?"

“No, that won’t do. My beloved mother, adults must have someone accompany them when they eat, preferably someone who serves them, just like the Empress Dowager.” Qiao Yingzi rubbed against her.

He completely disregarded Su Chen, who was watching from the side.

He looked genuinely envious.

Song Qian stroked Qiao Yingzi's head and met Su Chen's gaze.

A light chuckle.

In the blink of an eye, Su Chen's phone rang.

[Yang Tao: Don't forget to come to my house for dinner tomorrow.]

[Su Chen: OK.]

"Who is it? Sending messages so late at night." Song Qian gently pushed Qiao Yingzi away and asked meaningfully.

"It's Sister Peach. She asked me for help last time, and said she wanted me to go over tomorrow."

Qiao Yingzi: "Then tomorrow night..."

"Don't worry, I should be able to get back tonight."

"Hopefully."