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When Fu Qiang heard that sentence, she also walked out of the kitchen, her gaze shifting back and forth between her brother and her son.

Fu Jinghen glanced indifferently at Qi Ming, "Accidentally deleted."

"Then add me back quickly!"

"What are you yelling for, shut up."

Fu Qiang glared at Qi Ming, who, not understanding why, begrudgingly closed his mouth.

She looked at Fu Jinghen, "Come in and help."

With that, she headed towards the kitchen.

Fu Jinghen paused for a moment, undid his suit button, casually tossed it towards the couch, and followed Fu Qiang into the kitchen.

Qi Ming, suddenly plunged into darkness on the couch, floundered for a moment, pursed his lips, and hung Fu Jinghen’s carelessly tossed suit on the coat rack.

After Fu Jinghen walked in, Fu Qiang closed the kitchen door.

Seeing this, Fu Jinghen raised an eyebrow, guessing what Fu Qiang might talk to him about next.

Just as expected, the next second, Fu Qiang got straight to the point and asked, "Did you break off your engagement with Wen Qiao because of Ah Ming?"

"It wasn’t."

Fu Jinghen gave his answer neither too quickly nor too slowly, timing it just right. Fu Qiang stared intently at him for a whole minute, seeing his calm demeanor without a hint of panic, yet she still asked, "Really?"

"Really."

Fu Jinghen rolled up his sleeves to his forearms and looked at the sink, "Are you cooking?"

"Who else is going to cook if not me?"

"....."

Fu Jinghen fell silent for a moment, then said, "If the aunt isn’t here, I can call Mrs. Zhang to come back."

"Don’t call Mrs. Zhang, I’ll cook for you." Now that Fu Qiang had finished asking her questions, keeping Fu Jinghen around was pointless. She grabbed his shoulder and pushed him out, "There’s nothing for you here, get out."

The kitchen door was closed again, and Fu Jinghen stood outside, exchanging looks with Qi Ming, who was poking his head out from the couch.

After a while, Qi Ming weakly said, "Little uncle, can we really survive tonight safely?"

Fu Jinghen gave him a look, "Disasters last a thousand years, you won’t die."

Qi Ming, "....."

How has he become a disaster!

Half an hour later, dishes were successively placed on the table. Fu Jinghen and Qi Ming sat on opposite sides of the table, their eyes filled with different levels of scrutiny and skepticism as they looked at the dishes.

Judging by the color, there had been a qualitative leap from the black lumps during previous cooking attempts.

As for the taste, that was yet to be determined.

Fu Qiang brought the last dish to the table, "You guys start eating, there’s still a soup, it will be ready soon."

Qi Ming shifted uncomfortably, "Little uncle, why don’t you try it first?"

"You first."

"There’s a pecking order, you go ahead."

Tired of the nonsense, Fu Jinghen tapped the table, "Living expenses."

"....."

As the saying goes, strike the snake at its seven-inch, grasp Qi Ming by his ’Lifeblood.’

Resigned, Qi Ming picked up his chopsticks and took a small piece of the potato, closed his eyes, and with a resigned expression, put it into his mouth.

Fu Jinghen and the dining table watched him, keenly observing his reactions.

"?"

After chewing twice, Qi Ming opened his eyes, surprise in his gaze as he looked at Fu Jinghen, "Not bad."

Fu Jinghen raised his eyebrows, silently asking him—

You sure?

Qi Ming nodded, "Sure, I swear on my living expenses."

Only then did Fu Jinghen start eating. To verify the truth of Qi Ming’s words, Fu Jinghen also picked up a piece of the potato.

Unexpectedly, it was moderately salty.

Fu Qiang came out with the soup, "How is it?"

Qi Ming was effusive in his praise, "Fantastic!"

Fu Jinghen also nodded, "It’s passable."