Pregnant After Healing the Alpha

Chapter 324: Chapter 314: Su Manhan Gets Jealous of Qiao Jing

Su Manhan stood just outside the door, watching Zhan Nanqing rush inside, and then followed her as well.

In the kitchen, Zhan Nanqing had already washed the vegetables and put them in a basket.

Qiao Jing placed the vegetables on the cutting board and was just about to start chopping when Zhan Nanqing spoke up.

“Could you teach me how to cook?”

She too held a kitchen knife in her hand, standing next to Qiao Jing, staring intently at the other’s hands.

Su Manhan’s eyes widened instantly, looking incredulously at Zhan Nanqing.

What? Her daughter actually wanted to learn to cook?

Having never cooked in over twenty years and always complaining about the kitchen smell, Zhan Nanqing was now taking the initiative to learn cooking?

Qiao Jing glanced at Zhan Nanqing indifferently and, seeing that she genuinely wanted to learn, brought over another cutting board.

“Wash another one, put it up here, and first watch me chop.”

Zhan Nanqing cheerfully washed the vegetables and stood next to Qiao Jing.

She watched intently as Qiao Jing chopped the vegetables, who deliberately slowed down his speed, allowing her to clearly see each step.

The radishes Qiao Jing chopped were almost identical in shape, and the julienne potatoes were extremely fine.

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Zhan Nanqing, looking at this incredibly neat knife work, subconsciously swallowed her saliva and looked down at the radishes and potatoes on the cutting board.

She could almost foresee the horrific condition these two vegetables would end up in under her knife.

Qiao Jing stood by, signaling Zhan Nanqing to start chopping.

With the first cut, Qiao Jing frowned slightly and stopped her.

“Your knife-holding posture is incorrect.”

Zhan Nanqing, displaying an eager-to-learn attitude, immediately stepped aside.

Su Manhan’s eyes were nearly popping out—was this really her daughter?

A demeanor so eager to learn was truly a rare sight!

What sort of potion had Qiao Jing fed her two children?

Qipei was one thing, but now even Nanqing seemed completely swayed by Qiao Jing.

Originally, Nanqing had been on her side; when had she switched to Qiao Jing’s side?

Su Manhan stood just outside the kitchen, staring at the two busying about inside.

Only after they had finished cooking did she snap back to reality, washed her hands, and sat at the dining table.

Although she disliked Qiao Jing, she had to admit, the food Qiao Jing prepared was really delicious.

Qiao Jing had noticed Su Manhan arriving and had cooked a portion for her.

Zhan Nanqing glanced at the dishes on the table and then at her own cooking, which looked rather rough.

She hesitated, holding the potato julienne and standing still, unsure whether to place it on the table.

“This dish of mine…”

Qiao Jing looked quizzically at Zhan Nanqing, who was standing rooted to the spot with a dish in her hands.

“Hmm? Put it on the table.”

Oh well, if it looks bad, it looks bad.

With that thought, Zhan Nanqing finally placed the dish on the table, which sharply contrasted with the dishes Qiao Jing had made.

Her stir-fried vegetables looked as if they had been charred in the fire, not to mention the few chunks of potatoes within the potato julienne.

She diverted her attention to something else because she really couldn’t bear to look at the vegetables any longer.

“When did my brother—”

Before she could finish her sentence, noise came from the door.

Zhan Qipei was in the foyer changing shoes, smelling the delicious food with a frown.

She didn’t know she was pregnant and was still cooking.

He quickly walked into the kitchen and, seeing Su Manhan, knitted his brows.

“Why did you cook? Didn’t I say that I would do it?”

As soon as Zhan Qipei walked in, he saw Su Manhan.

“Mom.”

Seeing Su Manhan at home reminded him of the incident when Qiao Jing fainted.

Su Manhan was still shocked by Zhan Qipei’s mention of cooking herself; it took her a moment to come back to her senses.

“You’re back, come and eat.”

She mumbled to herself, wondering if her son was now responsible for cooking.

What then was Qiao Jing doing at home?

Qiao Jing was about to go back to the kitchen to bring out the tableware when Zhan Qipei, seeing her intention, stopped her.

“I can get it; you just sit.”

Zhan Nanqing cooperated with her brother.

“Right, just leave these kinds of things to me and my brother; you just sit and wait.”

Without further ado, the two of them entered the kitchen, took bowls from the cabinet, and didn’t want to let Qiao Jing do anything.

While eating, just as Qiao Jing was about to stand up to serve herself some soup, a large hand took the bowl from her.

Zhan Qipei served her the soup and placed it in front of Qiao Jing.

Qiao Jing had no choice but to thank him and finished the soup. When she tried to stand up to serve herself some rice, her bowl was taken again.

This time, it wasn’t Zhan Qipei, but Zhan Nanqing.

Zhan Nanqing held the bowl, but she didn’t know how much Qiao Jing usually ate, looking slightly embarrassed, she quietly asked.

“Qiao Jing, how much rice do you eat?”

Before Qiao Jing could answer, Zhan Qipei took the bowl from Zhan Nanqing’s hand and scooped three spoonfuls.

When he placed the bowl in front of Qiao Jing, he added a remark.

“I’ll serve it; only I know how much she eats.”

Zhan Nanqing was speechless at her brother’s territorial remark.

Really, it’s not like she’s going to steal his wife, what’s with this declaration of sovereignty?

Su Manhan sat on the side, watching her children, feeling somewhat displeased.

Why do they both treat Qiao Jing as if she’s a revered ancestor?

Just serving some rice, and they’re both helping? It’s not like Qiao Jing doesn’t have hands.

Even she, as their mother, had never enjoyed such treatment, so why should Qiao Jing?

Su Manhan glanced at her own empty bowl, then at Zhan Qipei and Zhan Nanqing, realizing that neither of them intended to serve her soup.

Her anger grew, and unseen by others, she glared at Qiao Jing.

Having sensed this gaze, Qiao Jing looked up at her briefly before concentrating on her meal again.

In the short moment between her looking up and down, her bowl was filled with dishes.

Zhan Qipei and Zhan Nanqing seemed to be competing over who could add more dishes to her bowl, continuously piling more into it.

The rice in her bowl was already out of sight, and the dishes had piled up into a small mound.

The corners of Qiao Jing’s mouth twitched almost imperceptibly; she looked helplessly at the two of them.

“Enough, the bowl is going to overflow.”

The siblings then stopped, and Zhan Qipei gazed at Qiao Jing.

Seeing that they had stopped, Qiao Jing could finally start eating with ease, casually picking up a piece of meat and putting it into her mouth.

Zhan Qipei’s dark eyes flickered with displeasure—that piece of meat had been picked by Zhan Nanqing.

How could his wife eat something placed by someone else first?

Thinking this, Zhan Qipei’s cold gaze gave Zhan Nanqing a sidelong glance.

The air seemed filled with the sourness of an overturned vinegar jar.

Zhan Nanqing shifted her gaze away speechlessly, as Qiao Jing had merely eaten the dish she served first.

Was he even jealous of his sister?

She thought her brother must have been a vinegar jar in his past life.

Zhan Qipei’s gaze suddenly fell on a dish on the table.

The dish was too unsightly, catching his attention immediately—it definitely wasn’t made by Qiao Jing.

“Who made this dish?”

Zhan Nanqing immediately perked up.

“I did.”

She stared at Zhan Qipei, waiting for her brother’s verdict.

Zhan Qipei knit his brows, his chopsticks never touching that dish.

“It’s ugly.”

His terse critique deepened the already insecure feelings of Zhan Nanqing.

Seeing Zhan Nanqing’s disheartened expression, Qiao Jing casually picked up a strip of potato.

Zhan Nanqing’s dimming eyes suddenly brightened, her face filled with expectation, waiting for Qiao Jing’s comment.

Qiao Jing spoke.

“It’s pretty good.”

Zhan Nanqing shot a look of extreme gratitude at Qiao Jing; among those at the table, only Qiao Jing and she were willing to eat the stir-fried potato strips.

Su Manhan sat nearby, watching the trio eat, feeling like an outsider.