Marriage pet: marrying a thousand gold

Chapter 242 No One Loves You More Than Me (3)
Su Ningxue didn't give her a chance to continue, she shook her head: "One time is enough, I've been very tired for the past 30 years, from now on I just want to live for myself, I don't want to have anything to do with the word love anymore .”

Now that Su Ningxue has already talked to this point, Jin Ziqi can't say any more, however, looking at the white hair faintly visible among the black hair on Su Ningxue's temples, his heart felt sore, and he hugged Su Ningxue.

"Mom, you don't have everything. You still have my daughter, son-in-law and grandson."

Su Ningxue brushed her daughter's hair from her forehead behind her ears: "Live a good life with her, I can see that the child really likes you. Whether it is your past 24 years or the present four years, he is my daughter. The most satisfying one I've ever seen around you."

Jin Ziqi felt that Su Ningxue's words seemed to have deep meaning, so he raised his head to look at Su Ningxue, but Su Ningxue patted her on the back and beckoned her to go out: "The dishes are ready, you can go out first."

Seeing Su Ningxue turned around and went to work again, Jin Ziqi didn't ask any more questions, and walked out with two dishes.

Su Ningxue cooked five dishes and one soup, which didn't look extravagant but very hearty, and everyone at the table ate very happily.

After dinner, Jin Ziqi sat with Song Qiyan for a while, then got up and said goodbye to the airport.

When Jin Ziqi was changing shoes at the door, Su Ningxue suddenly called Song Qiyan into the room, she didn't know what she said, the sound insulation in the room was very good, and the sound was already low, so she couldn't hear it at all.

After Song Qiyan changed his shoes and came out to close the door, Jin Ziqi asked him when he went downstairs: "What did Mom tell you?"

"Guess." Maybe it was because he was in a good mood, Song Qiyan raised his eyebrows triumphantly and pretended to be mysterious.

Jin Ziqi glanced at him, let it go without saying anything, and walked downstairs first, still as proud as a queen.

Song Qiyan followed behind unhurriedly, looking at her back with affectionate eyes, and thinking of Su Ningxue's words, he couldn't help but raise the corners of his lips.

His mother-in-law said: "Qiyan, I know that Ziqi has many shortcomings as a wife. The education of the Jin family made her a proud person. If there is something about her that bothers you, please be more tolerant of her." One thing, I can see that you really care about her, otherwise you wouldn't have given up on Miss Bai and chosen Ziqi."

Yes, how could it be possible to find someone in this world who loves Jin Ziqi more than him? !

Song Qiyan is extremely confident about this, Jin Ziqi, no one will love you more than me.

An international flight at 11pm, the two arrived at Sydney Airport at around [-]am local time the next day.

In the middle, I made two transfers between Guangzhou and Melbourne, plus the time from home to the airport, from the airport to the place of residence, and the time difference of two hours, which exceeded 24 hours.

Many buildings in Sydney retain the ancient style, the sun is shining brightly, the walls in the streets and alleys are full of colorful graffiti, and the tones are unassuming. This is a crowded, lively and enthusiastic country.

And December is the end of spring and the beginning of summer in the southern hemisphere, and the air is full of muggy factors.

After getting off the plane, they changed into their thick winter clothes before they left the airport with their luggage.

The person who came to pick him up was a middle-aged man of African descent, wearing a short-sleeved shirt, bowed respectfully to Song Qiyan, called Jin Ziqi "Ma'am", and opened the rear door to let them get in the car.

Jin Ziqi is somewhat uncomfortable being called "Madam" respectfully, but he doesn't reject it either.

They didn't find a hotel to live in, because Song Qiyan had his own residence in Sydney.

Walking through one of the busiest downtown areas and turning left and right in the alleys, all you see are small apartments with European and American styles similar to the red brick houses in China in the 70s.

Song Qiyan, a resident of this area, seems to be very familiar with him. Along the way, foreigners kept saying hello to him. Of course, she also became the focus of their conversation, and she greeted him with a polite smile.

When a blue-eyed and yellow-haired boy rushed over to kiss the back of her hand, Song Qiyan grabbed hold of her back by the collar, and the two chatted in fluent English for a long time.

The young man looked aggrieved, while Song Qiyan's eyes widened slightly, with a threatening and intimidating expression. In Jin Ziqi's eyes, such a jealous look was very cute.

After grooming and washing, it was already evening when Jin Ziqi woke up, and Song Qiyan was still sleeping with her in his arms, and gently pushed his hands away from the bed, hearing his stomach growl.

she smiled.She is hungry.

Jin Ziqi tidied up roughly, wearing a white loose shirt and black slim pants, dragging a pair of flip-flops downstairs, her hip-length jet black hair was fluffy, making her look like a sleepy child.

The interior decoration of Song Qiyan's apartment is not as simple as the exterior, and the space is also very large. She was walking through the wide hall, when a servant with a plate happened to pass by, turned into a room and came out empty-handed.

Jin Ziqi curled his red lips secretly, already guessing what that room was for.

She clutched her shriveled belly, and approached the room after the servant left, with a voyeuristic attitude.

As she wished, it was really a kitchen.

At this moment, this place may be the most beautiful place Jin Ziqi has seen in his life.

A huge kitchen, a tidy floor, well-trained chefs and several helpers who keep their eyes on the dishes.

Most importantly, the tables are neatly filled.And the table is neatly filled with delicious food.They are calling her steaming.

Beef Tenderloin with Black Pepper.Pasta with emerald green broccoli.French-style curry baked lobster, crab salad, fried herring with egg sauce, grilled flounder, cold roasted wild duck, red caviar, black caviar... all kinds of delicacies that cannot be named are served on beautiful plates.There are also various cute desserts.

When Ziqi saw a yellow-orange passion fruit milkshake dessert sprinkled with powdered sugar, she heard her stomach start singing its praises.

"Girl, the kitchen is an important place, no idlers can enter."

Zi Qi was staring at the cup of passion fruit milkshake in a daze when he suddenly heard a serious voice behind him.

She turned and was kissed on the forehead by a ladle.

"Uh——" Zi Qi couldn't help being a little embarrassed because he hadn't been beaten with kitchen utensils after living for so many years.

And behind her, a plump white-skinned and blue-eyed woman in her 50s gave her a fixed look, then shrugged her shoulders, and threw the long spoon in her hand into the sink.

The woman looked Jin Ziqi up and down, and her blue pupils flashed joyful love, "Very cute girl, my name is Feili, and I'm the chef here. I think you need something warm."

She immediately rubbed her flour-stained hands on the apron, then took Ziqi's hand through the neatly arranged pots and pans, walked to a table, and pushed her to a seat.

(End of this chapter)