The fake daughter was not exposed today

He didn't expect that Jing Bailu would suddenly appear when a child was pulling his trouser leg desperately.

This is really embarrassing.

"This is you……"

"Jiang Fu's younger brother misses his sister." Pu Qiubai nervously helped the child into the house, and pulled up his pants calmly.

Xiao You was confused, but still followed him into the house obediently.

"It's just right. I bought some vegetables and wanted to ask you what dishes would be suitable?" Jing Bailu put on a natural smile and placed the bag in her hand on the table.

She thought about it for an entire afternoon before finally deciding to use this method to test Pu Qiubai's taste.

"Let me see... spare ribs and potatoes. Didn't you buy any vegetables?" Pu Qiubai frowned.

He always pays attention to balanced nutrition when eating. If conditions permit, he will cook two dishes and a soup.

Jing Bailu's eyes were filled with guilt. "I was a little busy when I got off work, so I forgot."

When she went to the supermarket, she saw a group of middle-aged women and men squatting next to discounted vegetables in the vegetable section, fighting over them until their heads were bleeding. The scene was terrifying.

She was the one who found these potatoes.

She couldn't understand how Shanzhe snatched the eggs from those old men and women.

Pu Qiubai looked at those ugly-looking potatoes and was speechless.

The appearance and taste of these potatoes were very different from the ones he usually bought at the nearby market. But think about it, it was a big improvement for a young lady like Jing Bailu to be willing to go to the supermarket. If he continued to criticize her, it would only dampen her enthusiasm.

"Looking at it this way, I'd rather have casserole ribs." He thought about it and took the food into the kitchen.

Xiao You followed the two of them, and then was trapped in the living room by the kitchen partition.

The child was silent for a while, found a charger, charged it, and searched for the problem.

What does it feel like to be locked out of the room by two adults?

I read the answers paragraph by paragraph and summarized the answers.

It turns out that he is a light bulb.

When Jiang Fu came back, the house was filled with the rich aroma of sauce.

"Brother Xiaobai?" Jiang Fu was about to go in to help in the kitchen when a child hugged his thigh.

"Sister, don't go in, your head will glow."

Jiang Fu sniffed the air gently. It was the familiar smell of incense. It seemed that the kitchen didn't need her help.

But, the head can glow, does it mean a light bulb?

Is it possible that the light bulb is just a metaphor, a metaphor for a person caught between a couple, so lonely that it seems to glow.

"Why are you looking for me?" She rubbed the child's head.

Xiao You suddenly remembered something important, held her hand, and said nervously, "I have something to tell my sister."

Jiang Fu led him into his room.

"That is to say, Lan Bao's enemy, the one named Stephen, will attack her again?" Jiang Fu pondered for a while.

"The experimental team needs a new batch of test subjects every once in a while. They'll be assigned based on age. Those who fail the experiment, unable to awaken their 'talents', will have their memories wiped and be returned to their original positions."

Xiao You played with the crocheted toys made by Jiang Fu, building a tower bit by bit.

"So, she was adopted by the Jiang family a year later." Jiang Fuda understood the reason.

She suddenly thought of something and took out the information belonging to Pei Chulian that she had decoded before.

Reinterpreting the information, she found Jiang Yiran more and more ridiculous, with a hint of pity in his ridiculousness.

When I returned to the living room, Jing Bailu had already placed the casserole on the dining table, and the rich aroma brought by the Maillard reaction filled the air.

"It's my first time cooking, so I guess it's okay." She adjusted her hair.

Although Pu Qiubai was giving guidance throughout the whole process, it seemed to be of no use.

"Actually, it's pretty good. Most novices easily burn the pot when they cook for the first time because they don't control the heat well." Pu Qiubai encouraged.

Hearing this, Jing Bailu breathed a sigh of relief, then looked at the man's finger wrapped in a Band-Aid, feeling a little apologetic.

She didn't know how she had caused him to cut his hand.

Start the meal.

The two people who have a crush on each other eat slowly.

"By the way, where did those two buy this pot? I'll buy one someday." Jing Bailu saw that he was eating with great relish.

"This casserole is hard to buy right now. If you need it, I'll give it to you."

Jiang Fu silently pulled a strand of hair from between his ribs out of his mouth. He didn't expect to hear such a sentence.

The clay pot was bought when Lao Pu was still alive. The master who made it has passed away. He only has this pot, and he just gave it away like that? He must be too fond of it.

"So sister has to take the pot from my brother's house to cook for other brothers?" Xiao You wondered.

Jing Bailu could not hide his embarrassment, and Pu Qiubai felt a pang of pain in his heart.

Who taught this child to speak?

Helpless, Jing Bailu could only brainstorm and start to make amends, "Well, you know him too, Brother Shanzhe. He has a birthday party this Sunday, you can come too."

"Danzhe." Pu Qiubai's police experience disappeared in his mind.

If you cook for Danzhe, then it's fine.

Jiang Fu listened to the changes in the two people's hearts and silently spoke up for Dan Zhe, the best light bulb in the audience.

Although he was not there, he was shining brightly.

However, Danzhe's birthday gift...

She almost forgot.

I don’t know what to give.

After returning to the room and doing homework for a while, Jiang Fu couldn't think of the answer for a while.

Handicrafts are ambiguous and stingy, and Danzhe may not like them. They are too expensive and she doesn't have that much liquid funds. Rubbing a mechanical device by hand seems too hardcore.

It's really annoying.

She received news from Shan Congyi.

[Ms. Jiang, your painting will be auctioned at the art exchange next Friday. I hope you can come.]

Jiang Fu suddenly remembered a skill he had learned, which happened to have something in common with Dan Zhe.

Or, draw a picture?

Thinking of this, she typed a reply.

【it is good. 】

the other side.

Ji family.

Ji Qunqing handed the prepared dress bag to his sister and said, "Come with me to meet Miss Jiang at the art exchange meeting on Friday. She has a very high vision for investment, so you should perform well."

"Oh." Ji Xueqing stared at the dress with a heavy heart.

This Miss Jiang is not the same Miss Jiang she wanted to meet.

"You should also spend less time with that girl called Jiang Fu." Ji Qunqing felt even more annoyed when he thought of the woman next to Shan Zhe.

In the last designer competition, he lost to Shanzhe. Looking back, he realized that he lost willingly.

But he couldn't stand the woman beside Shan Zhe. She knew nothing about art and had no right to make comments in the field he was good at.

"Yeah, yeah." Ji Xueqing said perfunctorily.

She also didn't understand where her brother's malice towards Jiang Fu came from.

However, Jiang Fu had never shown any artistic talent in school, and she felt a little worried for a moment.

We can only pray that Jiang Fu, the innate king of academic physique, can complete the transformation from a rookie to Michelangelo in an instant.

She put the dress away, threw it casually on the bed, looked at the moon outside the window and sighed.

She also didn't want to distance herself from her friends, but she had to do so for her dream of becoming a jewelry designer.