After rebirth, the paranoid boss dotes on her

Xiangjia

At Jiang Peijun's strong request, Gu Jingzhan moved into the Xiang family with Xiang Wanqiao after being discharged from the hospital.

In the past two days, Jiang Peijun has taken meticulous care of Gu Jingzhan.

Moreover, not only did she ask the kitchen to prepare various delicious meals for Gu Jingzhan every day, she also devoted herself to making fish head soup for him, saying that she wanted to nourish the body with like ingredients.

After spending these two days together, Gu Jingzhan gradually let down his guard and was no longer as reserved and silent as before.

It can even be said that he is much more cheerful than before, making people feel more real and close to him than ever before.

Dinner time.

Jiang Peijun served another bowl of steaming fish head soup to Gu Jingzhan, her face filled with anticipation and care.

"Jing Zhan, come and drink the soup."

Gu Jingzhan smiled slightly, took the bowl of soup with both hands, and said softly, "Thank you, Mom."

Xiang Wanqiao took a look and couldn't help but teasing, "Mom, how many meals of fish head soup have you made? Ah Zhan isn't tired of drinking it, but I'm tired of watching it."

Jiang Peijun ignored her words, but turned to look at Gu Jingzhan and asked with concern: "Jingzhan, are you tired of drinking it? If you are tired of drinking it, I will make you some other soup tomorrow."

Gu Jingzhan smiled and shook his head, and responded in a gentle voice: "No, I will drink as much as Mom cooks."

"Did you hear that?" Jiang Peijun had a smug smile on her face, "Jing Zhan doesn't even dislike it, so why do you have so many opinions?"

Xiang Wanqiao pursed her lips and muttered softly, "You are his mother-in-law, how dare he despise you?"

"What?" Jiang Peijun didn't hear clearly.

Gu Jingzhan shook Xiang Wanqiao's hand and answered for her: "Nothing, Qiaoqiao is just worried that you are too tired to take care of me."

Hearing this, Jiang Peijun waved her hands and said lovingly, "What's so tiring about this? It's just making some soup for my son-in-law. It's no big deal."

Xiang Yanhua sat alone, unable to get a word in.

Seeing that Jiang Peijun's heart and eyes were full of her son-in-law Gu Jingzhan, someone felt jealous.

Xiang Yanhua put down his chopsticks with a look of resentment on his face, picked up the soup bowl, and said in a sour tone: "I want to drink fish head soup too."

Jiang Peijun frowned, glanced at him, and refused: "What do you want to drink? This soup is made by me for Jing Zhan, there is no share for you."

"It's such a big bowl of soup, can't you give me a small bowl?" Xiang Yanhua tried to fight for it.

Jiang Peijun sighed and said coldly: "Your head isn't injured, it would be a waste to give it to you."

At this moment, Xiang Yanhua felt even more depressed.

Seeing this, Gu Jingzhan coughed lightly and spoke to ease the awkward atmosphere: "Mom, I can't finish this soup by myself. How about you give a bowl to Dad?"

Jiang Peijun glared at Xiang Yanhua and complained unhappily: "Look at you, you are old but not as sensible as your son-in-law."

"I……"

Xiang Yanhua was so angry that he was speechless.

Xiang Wanqiao looked at their bickering, smiled and shook her head, her face full of helplessness.

But in the end, Jiang Peijun still served Xiang Yanhua a bowl of fish head soup.

Xiang Yanhua had a sullen face and, not afraid of the heat, he gulped down the still steaming fish head soup.

After finishing the drink, he slowly put down the bowl and squeezed out only one word from between his teeth: "Sour."

"Sour?" Jiang Peijun was puzzled. "This fish head is a fresh one that I carefully selected. It should be very fresh. How can it be sour?"

Xiang Wanqiao chuckled and said suddenly, "Mom, it's not that the fish head soup is sour, but that my dad is sour in his heart."

"What do you mean?" Jiang Peijun still didn't quite understand.

Xiang Wanqiao explained bluntly: "What else could it mean? My dad is jealous."

Hearing this, Jiang Peijun blushed slightly and kicked Xiang Yanhua under the table in shame and anger.

She gently scolded: "You are already old, why are you still jealous of your son-in-law? How can you be so mean."

Xiang Yanhua snorted, clasped his hands across his chest, and started to act proudly.

Jiang Peijun glanced at him unhappily, then picked up the chopsticks, picked up his favorite dishes and put them in his bowl.

"Eat quickly."

Xiang Yanhua's arrogance did not last long. After she finished speaking, she obediently picked up the chopsticks.

Xiang Wanqiao and Gu Jingzhan, who were watching the play, smiled at each other.