As soon as she slid across the answer button and placed it to her ear, the phone imdiately transmitted the voice of Mrs. Zhang, filled with slight joy, "Miss, the doctor has scheduled the surgery for the old master next Wednesday. I just asked and found out that soone has paid the five hundred thousand surgery fee for the old master!"
Startled, Song Qiao subconsciously thought that the five hundred thousand was paid by Lu Jingchen. Hearing from Mrs. Zhang that her grandfather’s surgery was set for next Wednesday, her mood significantly improved. She responded with a hum, "Mrs. Zhang, I understand. Take good care of grandfather, and I’ll see if I can find so ti to visit him at the hospital today!"
"Ah! Of course, Miss, don’t worry, I will take good care of the old master!" Mrs. Zhang agreed repeatedly, but she continued, "I don’t know who was so kind to pay the five hundred thousand surgery fee for the old master. It must be due to the old master’s good deeds in the past, and the people he helped must have paid for him!"
Song Qiao pursed her lips, wearing a slight smile on her face, but she did not speak!
Mrs. Zhang kept talking, obviously in a really good mood. Song Qiao didn’t interrupt her until a while later, when Mrs. Zhang spoke again, "By the way, Miss, early this morning, that eldest young master from the Gu family ca to see the old master. I don’t know what they talked about, but the old master seed a bit upset!"
Song Qiao’s eyebrows rose, aware that Mrs. Zhang was referring to Gu Linyuan. Her heart tightened—she hadn’t told her grandfather about her breakup with Linyuan. She hurriedly said, "I’ll find ti to go to the hospital this afternoon. You take care of grandfather first. If anyone else wants to visit grandfather, temporarily don’t let them enter his ward or et him!"
She wasn’t afraid of Gu Linyuan visiting grandfather at the hospital, trusting that Linyuan wouldn’t make it hard for him. What she feared was... if Song Xi and the others went to the hospital, the consequences would be unimaginable!
Song Xi, that woman could say anything, not caring whether she’s hurting an elderly man who can’t bear the shock!
Mrs. Zhang imdiately understood Song Qiao’s aning and hurriedly agreed!
Song Qiao gave a few more instructions to Mrs. Zhang before hanging up the phone, staying in her room for a few minutes before leaving the bedroom!
...
When Song Qiao ca downstairs, she saw no one in the living room but faintly heard sounds coming from the kitchen. She paused briefly before heading towards the kitchen!
Standing at the kitchen door, upon seeing the scene inside, she froze on the spot, asking subconsciously, "Lu Jingchen, what are you doing?"
The man in a white shirt and black trousers was scowling, his lips pursed as he was about to throw an ugly, even burnt, egg into the trash can!
Song Qiao was taken aback. Lu Jingchen was actually frying eggs...
Importantly, when she had heard Lu Jingchen say he was making breakfast earlier, she subconsciously thought his cooking skills were good, but... what was this situation now?
Looking at the blackened, obviously overcooked fried egg, Song Qiao shivered!
Can this egg even be eaten?
The man, who was about to dispose of the failed fried egg without any traces, paused when he heard the voice behind him, his expression turning ugly as he stiffly said, "Frying eggs!"
It was almost through gritted teeth that he spat out those two words; Lu Jingchen’s mood was clearly very bad right now!
His mood at this very mont, indeed, was not good!
He had originally thought that frying eggs was easy, but once he started doing it, he realized it was a bit difficult!
Song Qiao leaned over to peek into the trash can filled with eggshells and burnt eggs, frowning, and pointing at the pile of blackened eggs, she asked, "Did you make these all by yourself?"
"If it wasn’t , would it be you?" Lu Jingchen’s expression was icy, holding the spatula, he directly threw the burnt egg into the trash can without a second glance at Song Qiao standing a few steps away, his tone clearly upset!
Song Qiao also realized how silly her question was—after all, in this villa, it was just her and Lu Jingchen, who else could it be?
Suddenly, she rembered a saying she didn’t know where she heard it from—that Lu Jingchen could cook and his cooking skills were good!
But seeing that dreadful fried egg now, Song Qiao really didn’t know what mindset the person who made that statent had, or how much courage it took to say a man who couldn’t even fry an egg had good cooking skills!
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