Film and Television: Are the leading ladies using my rewards?

Then, he broke into a big smile.

"Kid, you think you can trick your Uncle Qiao? Do you really think I don't know about the North vs. South sweet vs. savory debate?"

"I'm telling you, this soy milk is plain!"

Ye Bai shook his head and let out a loud "Oh".

Blink, then ask.

"Then why is it soy milk and not tofu pudding?"

"By the way, Brother Qiao, do you like your tofu pudding savory or sweet?"

"I‥‥"

Qiao Weidong almost blurted it out as soon as he opened his mouth.

But then I thought about it again and took it back. Isn't this the same kind of question as before?

He coughed and looked at Ye Bai, saying:

"Xiaobai, what about you? Do you prefer sweet or savory tofu pudding?"

"I usually add chili oil," Ye Bai said without hesitation, then asked, "Brother Qiao, what about you? Don't force me to call you Uncle Qiao, okay?"

He heard Ye Bai chasing after him to kill him.

Enraged, Qiao Weidong also started acting like a rogue.

"Hey you unlucky kid... Uncle will treat you to some fried dough sticks!"

As he spoke, he took a fried dough stick from the bag and stuffed it into Ye Bai's mouth.

Ye Bai took a step back, laughed heartily, and ran away.

Sure enough, after chatting and laughing with Lao Bai for a while, all my irritability disappeared. He truly is a treasure of Tongfu Inn!

Not long after Ye Bai left, Qiao Yingzi sneaked over.

Even more furtive than Da Huazi was last time.

The first thing I heard upon arriving was Song Qian's warning.

"Dad, you've come back, why didn't you find a place to hide?"

"I'm just sitting here so openly, my mom can see me as soon as she looks out the window!"

If Song Qian knew that Qiao Weidong was coming again, she would definitely rush down from upstairs and tear him to pieces!

Qiao Weidong was also frightened by what Yingzi said.

I instinctively looked up to see if Song Qian was in the window of room 403.

Seeing that there was nothing there, he immediately breathed a sigh of relief, and, maintaining his fatherly authority, said:

"Don't talk nonsense, why would I be afraid of Song Qian?"

"I always give in to her, otherwise she'd be able to climb all over your dad!"

He uttered a couple of harsh words, but he kept his voice low, as if afraid that no one would hear him; he himself felt embarrassed.

To change the subject, he glanced around and fixed his gaze on the things he had brought.

He picked up the cup and the bag at once.

"Look what good stuff Dad brought you!"

"Your favorite soy milk and fried dough sticks!"

“Thank you, Dad,” Qiao Yingzi said with a smile, but then hesitated, “But I came down for my morning exercise…”

"It's okay, it's okay, I can eat first and then do my morning exercise."

"Besides, these things won't taste good if they get cold. Come on, try some first."

As he spoke, Qiao Weidong placed the item into Yingzi's hands.

Qiao Yingzi wasn't very determined about whether or not to exercise.

Now that my favorite food is in my hands, in order to keep it from getting cold and to finish it while it's at its most delicious, I have no choice but to reluctantly start eating it.

I took a big bite of the fried dough stick.

The burst of carbohydrates and fats in my mouth was simply...so satisfying!

Mmm, it smells delicious!

"Oh right, here's your photo album."

With a fried dough stick in one hand and soy milk in the other, Qiao Yingzi couldn't keep her hands free.

I could only point to the photo album I had casually placed on the bench when I arrived, and then I devoted myself entirely to making fried dough sticks.

Qiao Weidong picked up the photo album and flipped through it, feeling a pang of nostalgia for bygone days.

Seeing him like this, Qiao Yingzi, who had been eating for a while, laughed and teased him.

"Dad, it's really not easy for you to come and pick up the photo album. Did Aunt Xiaomeng urge you again?"

Yesterday I said I was going to have hot pot with my dad.

Unexpectedly, my dad's girlfriend, Aunt Xiaomeng, was also there.

She repeatedly expressed her desire to get closer to him and her father, but judging from her father's expression, it seemed as if he didn't want to take things any further.

It’s weird.

Unfortunately, these are matters for the older generation.

It wouldn't be good to ask Ye Zi to help analyze the situation between them...

“Whether it’s a photo album or not isn’t important,” Old Joe looked up at Qiao Yingzi. “The important thing is that I came to see you.”

"Given Song Qian's crazy efforts to get things done for you these past few years, I'm afraid she might really ruin you."

"Of course, I'm happy to have breakfast with you."

As he spoke, he opened the plastic bag, ready to eat the steamed bun.

Qiao Yingzi was so frightened that she stopped chewing her fried dough sticks.

He mumbled something indistinctly.

"You'd like to eat here?"

"Ah, if we don't eat here, where will we eat?"

Qiao Weidong spoke with great confidence, but when he took a bite, it was only a small bite, and he couldn't even see the filling of the xiaolongbao.

Eat slowly, eat a little longer, so you can see your daughter more!

Straightening her neck to swallow what was in her mouth, Qiao Yingzi subconsciously glanced upstairs.

He said with some concern:

"Dad, how about we go somewhere else?"

"At least don't eat under the window, where my mom can see you right away!"

After hearing what Yingzi said, Qiao Weidong was somewhat convinced.

I subconsciously looked up at the window, then stood up.

"Well, Yingzi, you're right, I..."

"Qiao-Wei-Dong!"

With a sharp cry, Song Qian stormed out of the building, her anger blazing.

Qiao Weidong, who was facing Song Qian, suddenly flipped over and fell off the bench.

Hearing the sound, Qiao Yingzi, who had her back to her, turned around, gasped, and jumped up with her mouth wide open.

Before the two could react, Song Qian had already rushed in front of them and started wildly hitting Qiao Weidong.

They were shouting as they hit each other.

"What the hell is going on so early in the morning!"

"Qiao Weidong, do you even understand? Yingzi is in the advanced class now, and she's going to take the college entrance exam. Can you please stop interfering and messing things up for her!"

"I'm warning you, Qiao Weidong, you've agreed to see your daughter once a month, so you'd better stick to it and not try anything funny. Do you understand?"

They say one sentence, then hit; they hit one sentence, then shout one sentence—it all has a rhythm.

Qiao Weidong wanted to refute.

Even though Song Qian's current improvement is mainly in her lifespan, she is about to return to being 18 years old.

There was no improvement in his physical condition whatsoever.

He was just one of ten middle-aged men, but his stamina was no match for that of the mature woman, and he was getting beaten up one after another.

Fortunately, Song Qian still has some life left.

Otherwise, if he had improved his physical condition, Qiao Weidong might have died here today.

So what's the point of explaining? Just run!

Fighting his way out, Qiao Weidong rushed out of the Shuxiang Yayuan.

Song Qian then turned her head and looked at Qiao Yingzi, who was following along fearfully but dared not utter a sound.

I want to get angry.

However, he had discovered a way to achieve immortality.

The subconscious thought that he had placed his future on Qiao Yingzi and wanted her to succeed according to his plan had faded considerably.

That's why this happened today.

Yingzi was only angry at Qiao Weidong for disturbing her peaceful life, but not so angry at him.

Of course, my peaceful life cannot be disrupted, but it's not impossible for me to show off in front of Qiao Weidong and win the top spot.

So he just tapped Qiao Yingzi's forehead and chuckled.

"So, you're saying my cooking isn't good anymore?"