Qiao Jing Teaches Zhan Qipei to Make Dumplings

As soon as he entered, Zhan Qipei saw Xu Moqian and Zhan Ruiting buzzing around Qiao Jing like two flies.

His anger had reached its boiling point, and he couldn't hold back any longer. Gritting his teeth, he said, "Ask them to get out!"

"Why?" Xu Moqian retorted, looking unhappily at Zhan Qipei.

"That's right, Cousin. You're being too overbearing," Zhan Ruiting chimed in, taking Xu Moqian's side.

Zhan Qipei took a big step forward and stood by Qiao Jing's side. "Because I'm her lawful husband."

"Only 81 days left," Xu Moqian pointed out.

"No, it's 80 and a half days," Zhan Ruiting added with a twitching temple.

Their meticulous count of the days annoyed Zhan Ruiting even more.

He turned to Qiao Jing. "Regardless, we're husband and wife now. Do you think it's appropriate to bring two men home?"

"I'm innocent. I haven't done anything inappropriate. What's the problem?" Qiao Jing defended herself.

"Alright, let me ask you then. If I brought two women here, wouldn't you object?"

Qiao Jing frowned slightly at his words.

She had wanted to say that his affairs were none of her concern. However, the thought of him bringing women over, possibly doing something inappropriate, and the possibility of them hearing everything in this small house bothered her.

It was quite annoying.

Qiao Jing turned to Xu Moqian and Zhan Ruiting. "Lower your voices. Finish this meal and then you can leave. If you want to come back again, wait until I get a divorce and he moves out."

Wait for him to move out? Zhan Qipei's anger intensified. Was he really that much of a nuisance? So dispensable?

With his temper flaring, Zhan Qipei angrily turned around and left.

"Sister Jing, I'll roll the dumpling skin," Xu Moqian offered.

"I'll help you seal it. Doctor Qiao, I don't know how to do it. Can you teach me?" Zhan Ruiting chimed in, trying to get closer to Qiao Jing.

But before he could reach her side, a hand suddenly stretched out and pulled him away.

"Cousin, what are you doing?"

"You just went through surgery. You should rest well," Zhan Qipei said, his expression emotionless, his gaze cold.

"I'm fine. My body is still strong. Besides, Doctor Qiao needs my help."

"I'll help her." Zhan Qipei pressed down on Zhan Ruiting's shoulders, preventing him from getting up.

At that moment, Qiao Jing glanced at Zhan Ruiting. "He's right. You just went through an operation. Logically speaking, you should lie down and rest."

Zhan Ruiting didn't dare to defy Qiao Jing's suggestion and nodded. "Then I'll sit and wait."

Zhan Qipei's cold gaze shifted from Zhan Ruiting to Qiao Jing's side.

Zhan Qipei's cold gaze shifted to Qiao Jing.

Qiao Jing was skillfully making dumplings. She used a spoon to scoop the meat filling and placed it on the dough. Her nimble fingers folded the dough perfectly, creating uniform and neat dumplings.

Zhan Qipei tried to imitate her, placing the dough in his hand and adding the filling. However, no matter how he tried, it didn't turn out right.

"You're doing it wrong," Qiao Jing said, tilting her head to look at him.

Zhan Qipei's expression soured, not pleased to be told he was wrong.

But before he could react, Qiao Jing reached over and grabbed his hand, guiding him step by step on how to make dumplings.

Feeling her warm and delicate fingers on his hand, his anger dissipated, replaced with an indescribable sense of pleasure.

Meanwhile, Zhan Ruiting felt left out and jokingly said, "Doctor Qiao, I don't know how to do it either. Teach me!"

Zhan Qipei turned around, glaring at Zhan Ruiting with cold eyes, filled with a sense of threat that made Zhan Ruiting tremble. He realized that what he was doing might not be appropriate since Qiao Jing was still his cousin-in-law until the divorce.

"Have you learned it?" Qiao Jing looked up at Zhan Qipei, releasing his hand.

Zhan Qipei frowned and struggled for a moment. "No."

Before he could say more, Xu Moqian chimed in mockingly, "What's this? You're the dignified CEO of the Zhan Corporation and a top student at Oxford University. Can't even learn how to make dumplings?"

Qiao Jing thought Xu Moqian's words were too harsh and spoke up, "Everyone has their shortcomings. Isn't this normal? For example, even though your grades are good, you're tone-deaf and your singing is worse than a pig's cry."

Xu Moqian was rendered speechless.

"Sister Jing, you've changed. How can you expose my shortcomings in front of outsiders? You've stripped me of my dignity…" Xu Moqian muttered to himself.

The corners of Zhan Qipei's mouth curled up slightly. He was very satisfied with what Qiao Jing had said on his behalf. They were a family, and they should be united against the outside world.

However, a sudden realization hit him, and he felt a need to distance himself from her. He shouldn't get too attached and start thinking of Qiao Jing as his own. He had to stay away from her before he became addicted.

"I know how to make it now," Zhan Qipei said hastily, trying to divert his thoughts by focusing on wrapping dumplings.

Qiao Jing observed the dumplings that Zhan Qipei had wrapped. They were perfectly uniform, as if measured with a ruler. She couldn't help but wonder if he had a touch of obsessive-compulsive disorder.

Soon, the delicious dumplings were ready, and the four of them gathered around to eat.

"Delicious, too delicious! These are the best dumplings I've ever eaten!" Zhan Ruiting praised as he savored each bite.

"That's right. My Sister Jing's cooking skills are hard to find in this world. She also has many other fantastic dishes like Buddha Jumps Over The Wall Soup, Yellow Fish Shredded With Celery, Braised Shark's Fin, and more. They're so delicious that one can't help but drool!" Xu Moqian boasted, feeling superior since he had tasted these dishes before.

Hearing Xu Moqian's words, Zhan Qipei suddenly felt a sour taste in his mouth, and the dumplings didn't seem as enjoyable.

Qiao Jing had never cooked any of the dishes Xu Moqian mentioned before, and the thought that she did it for another man bothered him.

Zhan Ruiting's eyes sparkled as he admired Qiao Jing. "Doctor Qiao, you're really amazing! Whoever marries you will be the happiest person in the world."

Zhan Ruiting quickly added, "My cousin doesn't count."

Coughing ensued, as Zhan Qipei choked on the dumpling in his mouth.

After recovering, Zhan Qipei put down his chopsticks and looked at Qiao Jing. "Do you really know how to cook those dishes?"

Qiao Jing nodded. "Why? You want to eat them?"

Zhan Qipei's heart skipped a beat. He didn't want to appear useless by asking for it outright. Instead, he asked, "Do you have time to make them sometime?"