"Hahahaha!"

Jing Yan, who had just sat down on the sofa, was stunned for a moment, and suddenly burst into laughter, not only her, but Uncle Lin, who walked in after parking the car, also twitched the corners of his mouth, and his cheeks stiffened in order to hold back the laughter.

I saw Jing Zhongmin wearing a Burberry white shirt and a Louis Vuitton tie on his upper body, and Armani black slacks on his lower body, and Dolce & Gabbana casual shoes.

And then......

Wearing a light blue apron with an oversized Doraemon smile on his waist, pink KT cat heat-proof gloves on his hands, and a bowl of freshly cooked mung bean soup......

But the most powerful thing is Jing Zhongmin's next sentence:

"Baby girl, it's so hot, hurry up and drink mung bean soup to cool off."

Seeing his particularly serious appearance and extremely doting on his daughter, not only Jing Yan, but also Uncle Lin and those servants were all stunned.

There's nothing wrong with drinking mung bean soup to cool off, but this bowl of soaring 'murder weapon' can only ruin people's throats, right?

After a burst of laughter, Jing Yan's mother 'Wang Ping' came down from upstairs to accompany her daughter to eat desserts and chat for dinner, Jing Zhongmin and Uncle Lin were in the kitchen looking at the braised pork while talking about school problems.

"Oh, in that case, the headmaster is a liar." Putting the lid back on, Jing Zhongmin smiled while wiping the mist on the lenses:

"But you're really confused now, and it looks like you can trust him if you're not even twenty years old."

"Well, this is indeed my mistake, because when I saw that it was a private school, I thought he was inheriting the family's 'business', so I didn't think about it so much." Uncle Lin smiled bitterly.

"Medicine box, I'll just say why Xiaoyan suddenly asked me if I was sick, it's because of him for a long time, that liar is also quite interesting, pretending to be the principal in the first half, pretending to be a master in the second half, he is not afraid of being indecent." After listening to Uncle Lin say everything, Jing Zhongmin laughed a little.

However, when it comes to the word nondescript, Uncle Lin feels that he is wearing a ...... It's really called nondescript, right......

Of course, he only dared to mumble in his heart.

Ding-bang!

"Shhh Seeing that the braised broth water was decreasing, Jing Zhongmin was smoked by the mist as soon as he opened the lid, and he hurriedly withdrew his hand in pain!

"Me! Mr. Jing, are you alright? Rinse with cool water! I'll get it for you! Take it, take it......" Uncle Lin just wanted to say to get the scald cream, his eyes changed suddenly, and he suddenly couldn't speak......

And Jing Zhongmin, who was flushing his hands with tap water, also looked a little strange.

Like Luo Geng before, the more businessmen and richer they are, the more they will believe in these things, not to mention, they almost become real......

"No need, it's not too hot, just smear some soy sauce." Shaking his hand, Jing Zhongmin picked up the soy sauce and sprinkled it on the burn, and it was indeed not serious, it was just a red piece.

Obviously, rather than accepting that the kid who was less than twenty years old was a master, Jing Zhongmin preferred to believe that everything was just a coincidence.

The same goes for Uncle Lin.

In fact, if you think about it carefully, in the kitchen, when cooking, how many people have not been scalded or oiled?

Isn't that a normal thing?

Moreover, at their age, they think about things relatively comprehensively, such as people's subconscious problems.

For example, if you always think that you will fail the exam, when you really fail the exam, you will subconsciously feel that your premonition has come true.

In fact, otherwise, you don't listen to classes every day, don't do homework after school, and don't review before exams, except that LOL is the king of pesticides, it's really strange not to hang the subject!

They felt that they were in this kind of psychology now, and they were not seriously injured anyway, so they didn't say much.

After eating, in order to thank Uncle Lin for running away with his daughter for another day, he deliberately asked him to stay and leave after eating, and he should also try the craftsmanship of Mr. Jing, who has not cooked for ten years.

"Uh-huh! Xiao Jingjing, you make braised pork so delicious! ”

Jing Yan ate so much that Wang Ping was distressed and bitter, and tears were about to flow out:

"My good daughter, how did you get to this point......"

After speaking, she glanced at the two-month-old teddy under the table, and had just eaten a bite of the braised pork, only to hear a snap, kick on all fours, and fall down on her side......

However, it is understandable that it is not easy to eat a bite of hometown food abroad......

"Huh? A small scene? Why are your hands red? Seeing that his daughter liked to eat, Jing Zhongmin put it in her bowl piece by piece, and finally, the injury on her hand was discovered by Jing Yan.

"Uh, it's okay, I accidentally burned it just now." Withdrawing his hand, Jing Zhongmin said with some embarrassment.

In fact, he didn't want to say it, but he felt that he had 'cheated' his daughter so much, so he didn't want such a trivial matter.

"Huh? Why don't you say that? I'll help you get some burn cream. Jing Yan hurriedly put down her chopsticks and stood up, but was persuaded by Jing Zhongmin to sit down again.

Like the two of them before, burns, scald cream, these two things also reminded Jing Yan of the forgotten 'Jiang Ke', and her expression changed.

Seeing this, Jing Zhongmin hurriedly comforted his baby daughter:

"Dad is fine, good, come and drink a bowl of soup, this pot of chicken soup is also hissed by Dad himself!"

Jing Zhongmin suddenly felt like a dog in the sun! Why is it so unlucky! Scoop up the soup and burn your hands again!

It's the same place!

However, before Jing Yan and the others could react, he first stood up the pain in his hand and pretended that nothing was wrong:

"It's okay! It's okay, it's not very hot, sit down to eat, eat. ”

"Uncle Lin, didn't you tell your father about Principal Jiang just now?" Jing Yan asked Uncle Lin.

Uncle Lin glanced at Jing Zhongmin secretly, and only nodded after making sure that he could say it, Wang Ping didn't understand what was going on, and after Jing Yan recounted the events of the day, Wang Ping was a little stupid.

"Mom? Is it a half-immortal? "Don't look at Wang Ping's superstition of Jing Zhongmin, who often studies feng shui, she always worships the God of Wealth in her heart every time she plays mahjong, bless herself to win more, Jiang Ke's 'story' of the medicine box undoubtedly gave her goosebumps a little bit.

"Don't be, let's go and bring the medicine box, I remember to put it on the cupboard in the kitchen, like the little girl said, it's not troublesome."

However, Jing Zhongmin just didn't let Wang Ping take it, and he didn't know whether to compete with himself or Jiang Ke, he just felt that it was impossible to be so evil!

Shoot TV?

Even if you shoot TV, do you still have to ask for a birthday when you test the good fortune and the murderer? Or look at palmistry, face reading?

Jing Zhongmin said in his heart, Uncle Lin and Jing Yan both said, Jiang Ke didn't ask anything, and his deity was not looked at anything.

I didn't believe that there were such a god in this world!

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