Chapter 118 (2/2)
It's only been more than a month. Is construction going to start?
Just thinking about it, Jiang Jiayi and the nanny came from the kitchen with a plate in their hands. The former said, ”it's time to have dinner. Come and have dinner.”
Full of Qiao family style.
Ren Lina immediately responded: ”Kay, please sit down and have a rest. I've been busy all afternoon. Someone's taking it.”
Jiang Jiayi replied with a smile: ”it's OK, aunt Ren. I can't stay idle. Help me.”
Georges Sheng and Ren Lina are responsible for helping Qiao Dingxiang. Song Xi stands by and can't help. She doesn't have the eyesight to see her son. She just has no status and qualification.
George Sheng didn't even look at Song Xi. As he passed her, he whispered, ”go and help.”
Song Xi goes to the kitchen. Ren Lina says to Georges Sheng, ”it's all from the official family. What's more than Jia Yi? Without raising her head or opening her eyes, do you want others to bring the food to her? ”
Ren Lina makes it clear that she has no scruples about Song Xi, and even deliberately wants her to hear it.
Song Xi's steps did not stop, but the corners of his lips evoked a touch of light mockery.
After she went away, Georges Sheng helped Qiao Dingxiang sit down, and then said with a light face, ”who asked you to call Jiang Jiayi?”
Ren Lina full of disgust and unwilling to reply: ”I just want to let her retreat, don't think a chicken feather can be used as an arrow, when our family want to enter?”
Georges Sheng is still that pair of lukewarm appearance, tone also unchanged, light said: ”you call someone to play a good wife and mother, don't blame others for her as a nanny.”
Ren Lina hears the speech, angrily stares at George Sheng, but she has nothing to do with him.
In the kitchen, song Xicai just went in. Jiang Jiayi, who was directing the chef to make a steamer for Fotiao under the wall, immediately looked at her and said, ”what are you doing here?”
Song Xi didn't even look at her, but said to a servant of Qiao's family, ”I'll serve the dishes.”
Jiang Jiayi said, ”it's just the right time. You take this one.”
The chef puts a big cup of Buddha on the wall and moves it down the steamer with heat insulation gloves. Jiang Jiayi stands beside him with an instructive attitude.
Song Xi is too lazy to pay attention to her. She goes to get two other dishes and turns to walk out.
On the dining table, Qiao Dingxiang is sitting in the main seat, Ren Lina is sitting on her lower right hand, and Georges Sheng is sitting on her lower left hand. Song Xi goes over with the plate, but before it can be put firmly, Ren Lina has already made a sound, frowned and said: ”sweet and sour meat is on Zhisheng's side, don't you know what he likes to eat?”
There is no way. Song Xi can only make a little effort to lift the plate up and put it in front of George Sheng.
She is holding Coke chicken wings in her other hand. She thinks that this is what Georges Sheng likes to eat. For a little meal, she wants to put this dish in front of Georges Sheng. As soon as the plate is put down, she hears from behind, ”Zhisheng, don't move, be careful to iron it.”
Song Xi turns her head and sees Jiang Jiayi wearing heat-insulating gloves and carrying a large soup cup. With so many places on the long table, she wants to go to the place where the dishes are set.
The soup cup is not light. Jiang Jiayi's arms are trembling all the way. Now she is about to put it down, but there are plates on the table. Song Xi is stunned for a moment, and immediately reaches out to move out. But at this time, Jiang Jiayi can't hold it, and the soup cup sinks.
Song Xi's hand is right under the soup cup. If you press it on, it will burn off a layer of her skin. Between lightning and flint, Georges Sheng pulls Song Xi hard. She stumbles and bumps her hip bone against the back of his chair.