Chief, Love for you is wrong

Last night, Wen Jili said she would come back for dinner. After a day of reflection, Qin Jing, who knew she had made a mistake, came back from shopping in the afternoon. After arranging the two children, she went into the kitchen to encourage her love dinner.

After pregnancy, Qin Jing, especially in recent months, has hardly entered the kitchen. When she comes out of the kitchen after beating drums, her waist is really not straight. It's easy to get tired after pregnancy. After standing for a long time, the weight of the whole body is on the legs, which is even more unbearable. However, it's worth thinking about the dinner at night.

I haven't contacted Wen Jili all day. Although I don't always contact him at ordinary times, I feel a little uneasy after a quarrel. When I came to the kitchen and the smell of soup came out, I thought for a while. Qin Jing still carried the phone.

I wanted to make a phone call. I don't know what to say. It's better to send a text message instead. What should I send? Qin Jing thought for a while and pursed her lips. She was still looking for trouble.

Come back for dinner tonight

This message will get a positive answer. Then she can continue to send it. For example, is she busy? Or, what time will you be back? Or, would you like to go out for dinner?

Ask, and everyone will have a topic.

After sending the text message, he didn't hurry to wait for Wen Jili to reply, because he always replied slowly. At this time, Qin Jing simply cleaned up the house. In fact, it wasn't very chaotic, but he put the books back in place and went to the kitchen to see how the soup was cooked.

However, until the soup is cooked, the rice is cooked, the dishes are ready, and the hour hand points to six o'clock, the hand machine is always dark.

Qin Jing picked up the machine, looked at it and muttered, is it because there is something wrong with China's movement? Can't she send the text message just now?

When the minute hand pointed to the word "2", Qin Jing took a deep breath and dialed Wen Jili's number. After the busy tone, there was a normal dial sound. After a while, the phone was connected.

Wen Jili's Qingyue voice sounded on the other end of the phone. Qin Jing looked at the wall clock and asked in a consistent tone, "Mr. Wen, it's six o'clock. Will you come back for dinner tonight?"

"No return." Wen Jili's tone on the phone was a little hasty and cold. Qin Jing paused. When he wanted to continue asking, Wen Jili had hung up the phone, looked at the hand machine screen from light to dark, breathed out, put the hand machine back to the tea table, went to the balcony and called two children in for dinner.

Just when Wen Jili hung up, he said he wouldn't come back these days. Don't wait for him.

Blinked and breathed. With all the efforts of the afternoon, I was full of hope to be poured with a basin of cold water. I was not lost. I patted my face, managed my emotions, collected the low breath, brought out the food, and invited the two children on the balcony to come in for dinner.

"Didn't you say that the third uncle was coming back for dinner?" Wen Rongqi asked after drinking the soup and in the space of loading rice.

Qin Jing's hand paused, filled the rice, gently put it in front of Wen Rongqi, and said with a smile, "Xiao Wenwen is about to be born. Your third uncle is busy making milk powder money. He doesn't have time to come back for dinner! He told you to eat more and eat his share together." then he sandwiched a piece of steamed fish into Wen Rongqi's bowl, "come on, eat quickly. It's not conducive to digestion for children to chat while eating."

When washing the dishes, I looked at most of the soup I had worked hard all afternoon, and my eyes were dim.

After washing the dishes, Qin Jing simply dialed LAN Xiaoxiao and Chen Xiaoting and told them to go to the sunset for soup and get together. In the afternoon, they were too excited to buy more materials and boil more soup.