?Chapter 451: Chapter 440: identally Cut My Finger   Chapter 451: Chapter 440: identally Cut My Finger                                   Qiao Jing didn’t hide anything from the two little ones and answered them truthfully.


    “Yes, it’s Zhan Qipei. What’s wrong?”


    Pingping and Anan exchanged a nce, their faces filled with concern as they looked at Qiao Jing.


    Pingping cautiously nced at Qiao Jing.


    “Sister Qiao, why are you unhappy?”


    Anan silently walked over to Qiao Jing and took her hand.


    “Sister Qiao, don’t be unhappy. You have me and brother here!”


    Qiao Jing, who usually showed no expression, now disyed a hint of astonishment on her face.


    How did these two little ones notice?


    She was indeed slightly ufortable, but it was just a little bit, and she believed she hid it well, hardly noticeable to others.


    Gathering her thoughts, Qiao Jing squatted down and gently rubbed both little ones’ heads.


    “I’m not unhappy; you’re thinking too much.”


    “Really?”


    “Yes, truer than pearls.”


    A faint smile appeared on Qiao Jing’s face as she suppressed the difort deep in her heart.


    She was an adult; how could she let two little ones worry about her.


    After hearing Qiao Jing confirm repeatedly, the two little ones finally breathed a sigh of relief.


    “Alright, let’s continue ying. I actually brought you here to buy some snacks today…”


    In the time that followed, Qiao Jing and the two little ones bought many things before returning home.


    Nantai Apartment.


    As soon as Qiao Jing put her shopping bags down, she suddenly remembered that she hadn’t had time to buy groceries.


    She quickly walked to the refrigerator to see if there were any supplies left.


    After opening the refrigerator, she found it stuffed with vegetables.


    All were bought and stored by Zhan Qipei.


    Qiao Jing took a carrot and corn from the fridge, her eyes wandering.


    Lately, it had always been Zhan Qipei cooking at home, but today she finally got a chance to cook for the little ones herself.


    Qiao Jing washed these ingredients and started dicing.


    While cutting the vegetables, the image of Zhan Qipeiughing and dining with a strange woman suddenly shed through her mind.


    She was distracted, and her fingertip stung.


    She cut her finger.


    Qiao Jing looked at her finger, blood continuously seeping out, quickly opened the faucet to rinse the wound until it no longer bled, then she went back to the living room to look for a bandage.


    What was she doing?


    How could she cut her hand just by cutting vegetables?


    Could it be because it’s been too long since she cooked, and her knife skills had regressed?


    Qiao Jing frowned deeply, her expression gradually darkening as she pursed her red lips.


    Pingping and Anan noticed Qiao Jing’s actions and toddled over to her side.


    Anan almost instantly saw Qiao Jing’s finger, her eyes widening slightly.


    She had be much braver and directly reached for Qiao Jing’s hand.


    “Sister Qiao! What happened to your hand? There’s blood!”


    Only then did Qiao Jing notice that her wound was again showing faint signs of bleeding; she quickly found a bandage in the medicine box and applied it to the cut.


    “It’s nothing, just a little ident just now, but it has stopped bleeding.”


    Pingping, furrowing his small brows without hesitation, carried a small stool and walked into the kitchen.


    “Sister Qiao, let me help you cook.”


    Seeing Sister Qiao’s hand injured made his heart ache in the same way it did when he saw Anan hurt.


    He didn’t want Sister Qiao to get hurt.


    Qiao Jing couldn’t help but smile and shake her head as she looked at Pingping, who wasn’t even as tall as the kitchen counter.


    “Pingping, I’m fine, I can do it myself. When you’re a bit taller, I’ll teach you how to cook myself, and then you cane help me, okay?”


    She felt a bit amused when she saw Pingping dragging a stool over to the side of the stove.


    But thinking about how Pingping genuinely wanted to help her, she had to hold back herughter.


    She could feel Pingping trying to find ways to repay her. Though clumsy, she could still sense Pingping’s good intentions.


    Qiao Jing returned to the kitchen and continued to deal with the vegetables she hadn’t finished cutting.


    Pingping didn’t leave. He moved his little stool to the doorstep of the kitchen, standing on it and watching Qiao Jing cook with the stance of a guarding soldier.


    Anan also brought another stool over, scooting it next to Pingping’s. After mbering up with her short little legs, her big eyes fixated unwaveringly on Qiao Jing.


    “Sister Qiao! Let me and brother protect you!”


    Qiao Jing looked at her two little guardians on either side, a gentle smile spreading across her face.


    “Then I’ll thank you in advance, but can you really protect me?”


    Pingping immediately responded to Qiao Jing, nodding his little head seriously and patting his little chest with a solemn look.


    “Yes! Sister Qiao, if you cut your fingers again, I have band-aids.”


    He spread out his little hand to show Qiao Jing the band-aids in his palm.


    Anan too patted her little chest and stood up straight.


    “Sister Qiao, don’t worry, with me and brother here, the knife monster won’t dare to hurt you again!”


    Qiao Jing, somewhat helplessly, touched her forehead, put down the knife, and approached the two little ones, gently scraping their noses.


    “That was just an ident. Come down now, standing so high you might identally fall.”


    Anan looked warily at the knife.


    “No, the knife monster is still there, we can’t leave!”


    Qiao Jing turned her head and looked at the lonely knife lying on the cutting board and couldn’t help butugh out loud when she heard how Anan described it.


    “Hahaha,e down now, and I’ll make you some egg fried rice.”


    Having gone back and forth with the two little ones, she felt the inexplicable cloudiness in her heart dissipate.


    She didn’t know why she had felt a bit irritated, but now she wasn’t feeling it anymore.


    With thepany of the two little ones, her mood instantly improved.


    Pingping and Anan saw Qiao Jingugh and exchanged nces, both cracking a smile.


    They moved closer to each other and whispered:


    “Mission aplished for the ‘Make Sister Qiao Happy Squad’!”


    Qiao Jing finished making the egg fried rice, served it up, and dished out a bowl for each of the little ones.


    “This is the first time I’ve cooked for you. Before, it was always Brother Zhan who cooked. Try this and see if it tastes better when I make it or when he does.”


    After hearing Qiao Jing’s words, both little ones acted as if they were entrusted with a very solemn task. They nodded seriously, scooped up a spoonful of fried rice, and put it into their mouths.


    A momentter, Pingping and Anan unanimously delivered their verdict.


    “Sister Qiao’s is tasty!”


    Qiao Jing’s eyes curved into a smile, her expression softening a lot.


    “This afternoon, I’ll take you to the amusement park again.”


    The two little ones’ faces lit up with big smiles, and they started to cuddle Qiao Jing’s arm.


    After resting a bit after the meal, Qiao Jing took Pingping and Anan to the amusement park to y.


    This time, because the park wasn’t privately rented, it was quite bustling, and they yed till the evening, still not fully satisfied.


    Seeing that it was getting toote, Qiao Jing could only take Pingping and Anan back home.


    Just as they got home, her phone rang.


    Qiao Jing nced at the caller ID and saw it was Ni Yue. She suddenly remembered that today was the day she was supposed to help by setting up a date.


    But she had sessfully gotten Ni Yue out of the house, and by now, the two should have met.


    It wouldn’t be a call to discover something and scold her, would it?