Pregnant After Healing the Alpha

Chapter 330: Chapter 320: Teaching Zhan Qipei How to Make Buns Hands-On
 

This caused the passersby’s looks at Qiao Licheng and his group to be incredibly strange, mixed with disdain.

“So the truth of the matter is like this, look at their faces, they even dared to pretend to be pitiful just now.”

“We really wronged that poor girl, the truly vile people were these individuals.”

“They even dared to accuse first! They made us misunderstand, having such parents is really unlucky. If it were me, I would have arrested them and taken them to court already!”

“How can they still have the face to stand here? They think I have no temper, right? I’m going to take a picture now and expose you…”

Qiao Mengtong, upon hearing the word ‘expose,’ was frightened, clutching Qiao Licheng’s arm.

She was a big star now, she couldn’t be exposed, as that would cause her to lose fans!

“Dad, Grandma, let’s leave quickly, they’re going to take photos soon, and I will be recognized online!”

Qiao Licheng and Jhiang Cuifeng gritted their teeth and dejectedly followed Qiao Mengtong away.

Qiao Jing watched Zhou Fu’s indignant demeanor somewhat helplessly, she hadn’t taken those earlier comments to heart and was ready to directly enter the store, ignoring them further.

“I came to get some ingredients to make a nourishing soup.”

Zhou Fu acknowledged with a sound, quickly picked out a few medicinal herbs, packed them, and handed them to Qiao Jing.

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“Master, are you feeling unwell? I will find some more for you.”

Qiao Jing shook her head, stopping Zhou Fu.

“No need, this is for cooking for the director to drink. Today is the thirtieth anniversary of the Angel Welfare Institute, so I’m making some soup for them to drink.”

Zhou Fu suddenly comprehended and nodded his head, seeing Qiao Jing off from Wonderful Hall.

Qiao Jing took a taxi directly to the welfare institute and when she arrived at the entrance, she saw the high-hanging celebration banner.

“Wishing Angel Welfare Institute a Happy Thirtieth Anniversary! May the children grow up safely!”

Usually expressionless, a hint of a smile appeared on her face.

As she walked into the welfare institute, several tiny figures ran towards her.

And soon, there were a few ‘little sandbags’ hanging on Qiao Jing’s legs.

“Sister Qiao, we missed you so much.”

“Sister Qiao, Sister Qiao, I missed you too! This is a flower I picked for you.”

The little girl who said this was holding several wildflowers she had picked from somewhere, holding them up high, wanting Qiao Jing to accept her gift.

Qiao Jing smiled and accepted the little girl’s flowers.

“Thank you, I missed you all too.”

The little girls immediately giggled, surrounding and unwilling to leave Sister Qiao.

A few boys who were a bit farther away, shyly walked over.

“Sister Qiao, I… we missed you too.”

In their hands, they each held several letters, which they handed to Qiao Jing.

The envelopes bore their childish, adorable handwriting, although a bit slanted and twisted, it was still clear what they had written.

“Thank you all.”

Qiao Jing accepted them all, tousled their little heads, and walked into the welfare institute’s kitchen.

Lin Xiuxiang and Tang Yan were already busy inside, she placed the medicinal ingredients on the table, and the received gifts were carefully stored in a drawer, planning to take them home when leaving.

The moment Lin Xiuxiang turned around and saw Qiao Jing, her eyes immediately lit up, and she instinctively ran over to her, opening her arms for a hug.

Suddenly remembering her hands were covered in flour, she promptly halted, laughing as she said.

“Qiao Qiao, you’re here!”

Tang Yan also greeted Qiao Jing.

“Miss Qiao.”

Qiao Jing smiled and lightly hummed a response, then expertly started unpacking the medicinal ingredients.

The pot held the chopped ribs as she poured in the herbs and adjusted the fire before moving to Lin Xiuxiang’s side.

Without waiting for the other to react, Qiao Jing opened her arms and gave Lin Xiuxiang a hug.

She did this to ensure Lin Xiuxiang’s embrace wasn’t left empty.

Fearing she might dirty Qiao Jing’s clothes, Lin Xiuxiang immediately backed her flour-covered hands away, chuckling softly.

“I knew Qiao Qiao would hug me.”

Qiao Jing let go of Lin Xiuxiang and burst into laughter upon seeing the flour on her face.

After wiping the flour off her face, she made a teasing remark.

“What’s with the little ‘flower cat’ look?”

Hearing Qiao Jing’s words, Lin Xiuxiang displayed a troubled expression.

“I’m not a little flower cat at all, it just got on me accidentally. I’m trying to make buns, but they all turn out looking quite bad.”

The kitchen door opened again as Zhan Qipei’s figure appeared at the doorway.

Qiao Jing was surprised, she had told him about her participation in the anniversary celebration, but he had not mentioned coming along.

Why did he suddenly show up today?

Zhan Qipei, his hands carrying two bags of minced meat, showed a tender look in his eyes upon seeing Qiao Jing.

“I didn’t tell you because I wanted to surprise you,” he said.

He placed the minced meat on the table, rolled up his shirt sleeves, and prepared to make buns with Lin Xiuxiang and the others.

Qiao Jing acknowledged with a word as all four of them stood at the table, starting to knead the dough.

Five minutes later, there were already fifteen buns in front of Qiao Jing, not only stuffed full of meat but also quite dainty.

In the corner of her eye, she caught sight of the buns in front of Zhan Qipei; the man had only made four.

And they looked particularly… odd.

Qiao Jing sighed in resignation.

“Zhan Qipei, watch me make one,” she said.

The man called out immediately looked up, his eyes sparkling as he watched Qiao Jing.

Hearing this, Lin Xiuxiang too wanted to learn, and stared intently at Qiao Jing’s hands as she made the buns.

Qiao Jing slowed her hands, making one in front of everyone.

Lin Xiuxiang, as if enlightened, made some buns that looked quite similar to Qiao Jing’s.

Although not as good as Qiao Jing’s, they were certainly much better looking than her previous attempts.

Seeing his wife had learned, Tang Yan immediately moved next to her, asking Lin Xiuxiang to teach him one-on-one.

Zhan Qipei also tried making one following Qiao Jing’s method, but it still turned out the same as before, quite unrecognizable.

Such buns, if steamed, would surely expose the filling.

He furrowed his long brows, feigning confusion, and moved next to Qiao Jing, holding her hand.

“I’ll try making one with your hand guiding me, let’s see where I went wrong,” he suggested.

This request made it impossible for Qiao Jing to refuse; she let him lead her hand as they began to make the bun.

While she was concentrating on the bun, she was distracted by watching his large hand cradle hers, moving it rhythmically.

Qiao Jing’s face remained calm as usual, but beneath her phoenix eyes, a hint of emotion stirred.

She could feel the calluses on Zhan Qipei’s fingertips occasionally grazing her knuckles, stirring a strange feeling within her.

Just as she thought about pulling her hand back, Zhan Qipei let go.

He arched his brows, wispy as mist.

“I still haven’t got it,” he said.