Chapter 21

Originally,

Qiao Yingzi had said she would return the day after tomorrow,

so,

Song Qian was not worried at all,

and was happily preparing dinner for Qin Feng.

Now,

with Qiao Yingzi suddenly returning,

Song Qian immediately panicked.

However,

before Qiao Yingzi could speak,

Qiao Weidong, while changing his shoes, said, "It's simply because Yingzi missed you!"

"I originally planned to play with Yingzi for two more days, but Yingzi said she missed you so much she couldn't sleep, so we came back early!"

"How about it, surprised and unexpected?!"

As Qiao Weidong spoke,

he approached the dining table: "Yo, so much delicious food? Qian, did you know we were coming back early?"

"What does that have to do with you?"

Seeing Qiao Weidong,

Song Qian immediately darkened her face and said, "It's not made for you to eat!"

"I know, I know, you made it for Yingzi."

Qiao Weidong lowered his head to sniff, then couldn't help saying, "So fragrant, still the familiar taste. Yingzi, your mother's cooking skills are getting better and better!"

"Yes, Dad."

Yingzi actively ran to the kitchen, fetched three sets of bowls and chopsticks, and ran back,

then looked pitifully at Song Qian and said, "Mom, our family hasn't eaten together in so long. Just let my Dad eat with me, okay?"

"Exactly, exactly."

Qiao Weidong was not at all polite,

sat down directly, and lifted the soup pot lid: "Yingzi, look how good your mother is to you. She stewed soup for you as soon as you returned. Come, let me taste it first."

After Qiao Weidong finished speaking,

he used a ladle to serve the soup, then paused slightly in surprise: "Angelica, seahorse, goji berries..."

These should be kidney-tonifying things,

Xiao Meng stewed them for Qiao Weidong every day at home,

no,

Song Qian, why did you make these for Yingzi?!

Qiao Weidong was initially very confused,

but when he looked up and saw Song Qian's silk sleeveless pajamas, he understood: "Oh, so this soup was stewed for me. Then I must drink it all!"

Thinking this,

Qiao Weidong, ignoring the soup's heat, gulped down a large bowl.

Seeing this, Song Qian frowned tightly and shouted silently in her heart: "Qiao Weidong, shut your mouth! That soup was not stewed for you!"

On the way back to school,

Wang Yao and Hu Kun were both somewhat silent.

The Ferrari that had been roaring with passion yesterday was now silent,

driving obediently in its lane.

Rolling down the window,

Wang Yao only wanted to feel the night breeze,

but then, he saw Qin Feng's Kulinan again.

At this moment,

Qin Feng's car was slowly following behind an old man,

and that old man was pulling a trailer loaded with scrap.

After following slowly for a while,

a car behind Qin Feng impatiently honked its horn.

Then,

Qin Feng simply opened the door and got out,

spoke a few words to the old man, and tried to load the old man's scrap onto his car.

Seeing this, the old man hurriedly stopped Qin Feng,

then said, "Young man, I appreciate your kindness, but your car is quite expensive; it would be bad to get it dirty."

Quite expensive?

Does the old man recognize this car?

Qingbei University,

even the security guards are university graduates,

and those old men and women walking around the school, who seem utterly ordinary,

You could pull out any random person, and they might be a leading figure in some industry.

So, even if he is just an old man who picks up scrap, you absolutely cannot underestimate him.

So Qin Feng asked tentatively, "Old man, what level of English are you at?"

The old man paused for a moment, then grinned: "What level? I only know those twenty-two English letters. What's up, young man?"

Doesn't know English?

Then that's easy to handle.

Qin Feng gave a cunning smile and pointed at the English letters on the car emblem: "Old man, this is a Haval. Read after me: H-E, 'ha', F-U, 'wo fu'..."

"This domestic car just looks good, and it's cheap and durable. Old man, just get in the car with me; the scrap station is still far from here."

Having finished speaking,

Qin Feng stuffed the old man's scrap along with the trailer into the back seat.

Then he invited the old man into the front passenger seat and fastened his seatbelt.

Wang Yao, who had witnessed the entire scene,

suddenly changed expression.

Scrap?!...

Qin Feng, don't you have a germ phobia?

Now even scrap can get into your car,

but I can't, is that it?!

In your eyes, am I, Wang Yao, not even as good as that pile of scrap?!

Clenching her lips tightly,

Wang Yao's gaze gradually turned venomous.

Then she said softly, "Qin Feng, I have never suffered such an insult. I, Wang Yao, will remember this debt!"