Yue Qingqing originally thought there would inevitably be a big fight at home tonight.

Yet Zhang Ying, with a natural expression, hung the clothes back up.

"Is the company so hot today?"

The tone was incredibly calm, as if it were just a casual question.

Yue Jiandong didn't notice anything amiss, "Yeah, I don't know what's up, I felt hot several times and wanted to take off my clothes, maybe it's because it was too stuffy. I only felt sobered up after I just took a shower."

"Shall I get you a bowl of honey water?"

"No need, no need, you go watch TV, isn't your favorite show about to start?" Yue Jiandong asked with interest, "Yesterday, the empress said she was going to deal with the concubine, was she successful?"

Zhang Ying paused for a moment, "The show started at eight and ended long ago."

Yue Jiandong was suddenly stunned, "What time is it now?"

Zhang Ying looked at the clock hanging on the wall, "It's almost half-past eleven."

Yue Jiandong even forgot to wipe his hair, and the water droplets fell straight to the floor.

"What the heck? Half-past eleven?"

Yue Qingqing couldn't help but think, dad either genuinely didn't notice the time, or his acting skills are that good.

The look of surprise was so realistic, even an award-winning actor could do no better.

Under normal circumstances, people would sure be angry by now.

A husband can't even get the time right, who knows which vixen's embrace he's lost in.

But Zhang Ying was calm, "Yeah, didn't you check when you got back?"

"That's impossible, it was barely six when I left the company, how did it get so late after just a shower?"

This sounded more like a hard evidence of infidelity, incriminating himself.

Yue Qingqing looked at dad's astonished face and coughed lightly, "Dad, is there anything you want to confess? Shall I make you a bowl of noodles?"

Ah, get a good meal before leaving.

Yue Jiandong didn't catch his daughter's implication, touched his belly and pondered, "I am a bit hungry, cook more, and take out the new chili sauce your uncle brought, it goes well with noodles."

"Let me cook it, it's so late, let the child go to bed early."

Listening to Zhang Ying's words, Yue Jiandong was full of gratitude.

"My wife is still the best; I'm going to dry my hair." Yue Jiandong didn't forget to remind, "Crack an egg in the bowl, okay?"

Soon, the sound of a blow dryer came from the bedroom, and Yue Qingqing quietly asked Zhang Ying.

"Mom, what are you thinking?"

Zhang Ying hugged her daughter, "It's okay, mom knows what she's doing."

With that, she turned and went to the kitchen, seemingly really planning to cook noodles.

Yue Qingqing realized that since starting high school, her mom's growth had been tremendous.

Even now she couldn't really understand her.

Faced with such a situation, she didn't get angry or question, she was as calm as a spy in a movie.

She had the poise of remaining calm even if the sky were collapsing.

She even put away that handkerchief, yet didn't examine it further for clues.

Was she swallowing her pride?

But it didn't seem like that at all; Yue Qingqing didn't see any emotions of forbearance or sadness in her mom's eyes.

Zhang Ying placed the small pot of boiled water on the gas stove, then turned to see her daughter still pondering over it.

She couldn't help but smile.

"Stop overthinking, go to bed early."

"Mom, I can't sleep."

Zhang Ying sighed, "You're going to the Jiang Family tomorrow, the day after, come to the company with mom, I'll show you a good show."

A good show?

Yue Qingqing mused over it.

Soon, the water in the pot was boiling, making a bubbling sound.

Zhang Ying added the dry noodles, then took out some eggs and a small jar of dried shrimp.

After putting everything in, she added some chopped green onions as garnish just before serving.

After everything was taken out, Yue Qingqing couldn't help but swallow her saliva.

Clearly an ordinary bowl of noodles, yet mom cooked it to be so flavorful.

When the egg on top was poked with chopsticks, the yolk flowed out slowly, looking even more tempting with the green onions.

"Marriage is like cooking noodles, the heat can't be too rushed or too slow, it must be just right."

Zhang Ying placed the noodles on the table, and with a twist of her chopsticks, revealed the braised beef hidden underneath.

"This matter still has a tricky part, I know your dad's personality, if he really does those messy things, he wouldn't be at this level of intelligence."

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