Seeing Qiao Qingyu walk in, Xiao Hu danced with joy, while the little girl's face was taut and expressionless, her eyes calm and unruffled.
Especially those dark, dull eyes seemed to look at you yet not see you at all.
Sister-in-law Li was busy in the kitchen, dishing up hot noodle soup into a large bowl, topped with two poached eggs, and brought it to the table, saying to Qiao Qingyu, "Qingyu, eat up before it gets cold. Oh, Xiao He and Rongrong have already finished eating. I'll go get you some sausage stir-fried with pickled vegetables, it's really tasty, Xiao He's cooking is not bad..."
Sister-in-law Li's monologue lightened the slightly awkward atmosphere in the room, and Qiao Qingyu quickly went to wash her hands before sitting down to start her dinner.
Sister-in-law Li's cooking was always excellent; even someone as picky as she couldn't find fault with it.
He Xiuyu's stir-fried pickled vegetables were unexpectedly good, too.