As soon as she slid to answer the call and brought the phone to her ear, she immediately heard Zhang Ma’s voice, tinged with a bit of excitement, "Miss, the doctor said that the master’s surgery is scheduled for next Wednesday. I just asked the doctor and found out that someone has paid the 500,000 yuan needed for the master’s surgery fees!"
Song Qiao was taken aback, subconsciously feeling that the 500,000 yuan must have been paid by Lu Jingchen. Hearing from Zhang Ma that her grandfather’s surgery was set for next Wednesday, her mood improved considerably, and she answered with a grunt, "Zhang Ma, I got it, take good care of my grandfather. I’ll see if I can find time to visit him at the hospital today!"
"Ah! Okay, Miss, rest assured, I will definitely take good care of the master!" Zhang Ma agreed repeatedly, yet continued to speak, "I don’t know who was so kind to pay the 500,000 yuan for the master’s surgery fee. It must be the people the master has helped with his good deeds in the past!"
Song Qiao pursed her lips, with a slight smile on her face, yet she remained silent!
Zhang Ma kept talking, obviously in a really good mood, Song Qiao didn’t interrupt, until after a good while, Zhang Ma said, "By the way, Miss, early today, that eldest young master of the Gu Family came to visit the master. I don’t know what he said, but the master seemed to be in a bit of a bad mood!"
Song Qiao raised her eyebrows, knowing that the eldest young master of the Gu Family Zhang Ma was talking about was Gu Linyuan. She tensed, as she had not told her grandfather about her breakup with Linyuan yet, and quickly said, "I’ll find time to go to the hospital this afternoon. For now, take care of my grandfather. If anyone else wants to visit him, don’t let them enter his ward and see him for the time being!"
She wasn’t worried about Gu Linyuan visiting her grandfather at the hospital, trusting that Linyuan wouldn’t upset him. What she feared was... the consequences would be unimaginable if Song Xi and the others went to the hospital!
Song Xi was someone who might say anything, regardless of whether the listener was an elderly man over fifty who couldn’t withstand the shock!
Zhang Ma immediately understood Song Qiao’s intention and hurriedly affirmed!
Song Qiao gave a few more instructions to Zhang Ma before hanging up the phone, she stayed in the room for a few minutes before leaving the bedroom!
When Song Qiao came downstairs, she saw no one in the living room but faintly heard noises from the kitchen and paused before heading towards the kitchen! Follow current ɴᴏᴠᴇʟs on 𝓷𝓸𝓿𝓮𝓵~𝕗𝕚𝕣𝕖~𝙣𝙚𝙩
Standing at the entrance of the kitchen, when she clearly saw the scene inside, she was momentarily frozen in place, and involuntarily blurted out, "Lu Jingchen, what are you doing?"
The man dressed in a white shirt and black trousers was standing there with a sullen face, his lips pressed tightly as he was about to toss a very unappealing, even burnt egg from the pan into the trash can!
Song Qiao was astonished; Lu Jingchen was actually frying sunny-side-up eggs...
What’s important is that when she heard Lu Jingchen say that he was going to make breakfast earlier, she subconsciously thought that Lu Jingchen was good at cooking, but... what was the situation now?
Looking at the black, obviously overcooked sunny-side-up egg, Song Qiao shivered!
Can this egg even be eaten?
The man, who was just about to dispose of the failed egg without a trace, heard the voice behind him and halted his movements, his expression turning sour as he said gruffly, "Frying eggs!"
He spat out the two words through gritted teeth, clearly in a very bad mood!
His mood at this moment was indeed not good!
He had thought that frying sunny-side-up eggs would be easy, but when he started doing it, he realized it was quite difficult!
Song Qiao peered into the trash can and saw a pair of eggshells and the burnt egg, and couldn’t help but frown, pointing at the pile of blackened egg remains and asking, "Did you make all of these yourself?"
"If I didn’t make them, are you saying you did?" Lu Jingchen’s face was stern, as he used the spatula to toss the burnt egg into the trash without hesitation, not even glancing at Song Qiao standing a few steps away from him, his tone was clearly bad!
Song Qiao also knew that asking this question was somewhat foolish, after all, in this villa, aside from herself and Lu Jingchen, who else could it be?
Suddenly, she remembered a phrase she had heard somewhere, that Lu Jingchen could cook, and moreover, he was good at it!
But now, looking at the disastrous sunny-side-up egg, Song Qiao really didn’t know what the person who said that was thinking. How much courage did they have to claim a man who couldn’t even fry an egg had good cooking skills?