The Real Daughter With A Buddha-like Mindset

  Chapter 164 Old Friend (two more)

   "Ding Spiegel, I thought you became a big star, so you don't care about me anymore." Tao Xingxing had a bit of resentment, and he hugged him tightly.

  Ming Jing's body smells so good.

  Wu Jiaqi came over and saw Ming Jing, a little surprised, she did not expect she would appear at her door.

  Looking at Tao Xingxing holding Mingjing and not letting go, he said dumbfounded: "Xingxing, you child, let Miss Zhu come in first, what's going on in the door?"

   "No, I finished the exam today and saw your news. I'm afraid you are worried. Didn't I come to see you?" Ming Jing smiled gently.

   "Ding Jing, you are so kind, I shouldn't get you wrong." Tao Xingxing released Ming Jing and pulled her into the door.

  Ming Jing held a basket of fruit in his hand and handed it to Wu Jiaqi.

  "Hello Auntie."

   "Just come and play, why don't you bring gifts, next time you don't have to spend money."

   "It should be."

   "Let's go to the room with Xingxing. I'm making dumplings. Let's eat dumplings at noon today."

   "Auntie, let me help you." Ming Jing went straight to the kitchen, washed his hands and walked out.

  Pick up the dough on the table and fill it with the stuffing. Somehow, with your fingers, a small and beautiful dumpling is formed.

   put together, they are exactly the same size as Wu Jiaqi’s bag.

  Everyone has different ways of making dumplings. Some are flat and round, half-moon-shaped, wheat-ear-shaped, and ingot-shaped, but Wu Jiaqi’s bag is small fan-shaped.

  The mirror package is exactly the same as her technique.

  Wu Jiaqi exclaimed: "I wish you a great lady."

   "Auntie, just call me Mingjing."

  Wu Jiaqi smiled and said: "Okay, Ming Spiegel."

  Tao Xingxing leaned close to Mingjing, holding the dumpling wrappers, and learning how to make dumplings under Mingjing, but he couldn't do anything. Either the filling was spilled, or the skin was rotten. A dumpling bag stumbled, and he couldn't bear to look directly at it.

"You, apart from being proficient in eating and playing, you don’t know anything. Look at Ming Spiegel, ingenious, smart and sensible. If you have half of Spiegel, I will burn the incense.” Wu Jiaqi groaned, but his tone was full of pampering. Drown.

  "There is only one Mingjing in the world. Everyone learns from her, so how can you be yourself? If you like Mingjing, let Mingjing be your daughter."

   "You kid, what are you talking about, Miss Ming Jing is my daughter, I'm not so lucky."

  Ming Jing smiled, "I teach you how to pack."

  Ding Jing taught Tao Xingxing how to wrap her hands. She was very patient and spoke softly and slowly, listening to it like a spring breeze and drizzle, very heartwarming.

  Wu Jiaqi glanced at Ming Spiegel and said to her heart that this Miss Zhu is much better than the rumors, how blessed her parents are.

  With the help of Der Spiegel, Tao Xingxing finally made a good-looking dumpling, and she proudly showed it off, "Mom, look, I succeeded."

  Wu Jiaqi smiled and shook her head.

  Mingjing squeezed one in two or two. She asked casually, "Southerners don’t eat dumplings. Auntie, are you a northerner?"

Wu Jiaqi was stunned, and said, "Yes, I am from the north. I came to Jiangzhou to go to university and stayed in Jiangzhou. For so many years, my taste still can't change. What about you, Mingjing, you are a native of Jiangzhou. Right? The technique of making dumplings is skillful."

   "There was a friend who liked to eat dumplings, so I went to the chef to learn how to make them. He likes the small fan shape, he said, it looks like a beautiful woman's mouth."

  Wu Jiaqi's skinned hand suddenly stopped.

  Ming Jing raised her eyes to look at Wu Jiaqi, Wu Jiaqi's figure was clearly reflected in her clear and beautiful eyes.

   "Auntie, what's wrong with you?"

   "No...it's okay." Wu Jiaqi's subordinates rolled the dough and asked, "Is this friend of Mingjing also from Jiangzhou? There are not many locals who like to eat dumplings."

  Ming Jing said lightly: "He has passed away."

   "Papa." The rolling pin fell to the ground, and Wu Jiaqi hurriedly knelt down to pick it up.

Ming Jing squinted his eyes and stared at Wu Jiaqi's thin figure squatting on the ground.

  Tao Xingxing didn’t know what was going on. She was always big and didn’t notice anything. She triumphantly showed off the little person she had pinched out with noodles.

  There was a noise from the door, and Tao Xingxing immediately flew over like a butterfly, yelling happily: "Dad is back."

   "My little star." Tao Qian smiled and stroked Tao Xingxing's hair, smiling very tenderly and lovingly.

   "Dad, my good friend is here, let me introduce it to you." Tao Xingxing took Tao Qian to Mingjing.

   "Ding Spiegel, my good friend, my dad, a great cardiologist."

  Tao Xingxing looked at Ming Jing, and then at Tao Qian, proud of having such an excellent friend and father.

   "Miss Zhu?" Tao Qian said in surprise.

  This Miss Zhu is very famous recently. She talks about her daughter every day at home, and the nurse at the hospital often talks about it. He can even hear the patients discussing when he goes to check the room.

  In the elevator after get off work, the two young nurses are still discussing whether Der Spiegel and Qu Feitai are tricky or not. Who would have thought that they would see me at home as soon as they got home.

  "Uncle Tao, just call me Mingjing."

  This girl is really icy and delicate.

  Tao Qian smiled and nodded: “I’ve been listening to the stars, and I finally saw the real person today. It’s a well-deserved reputation.”

   "Uncle's praise is absurd." Ming Jing said neither humble nor arrogant.

  While the two were talking, Wu Jiaqi took the rolling pin and walked towards the kitchen, standing in front of the faucet, listening to the water flowing continuously.

   "I will make the remaining dumplings, Xingxing, you will bring Mingjing to your room to play, and you will be called when the meal is ready."

  Tao Xingxing took Mingjing to her room without saying a word.

   "Kiki? What's wrong with you?" A pair of generous hands fell on her shoulders, and a gentle voice fell in her ears.

  Wu Jiaqi suddenly regained consciousness, and he looked at the gentle and jade face of the man. At this moment, she looked at her with a hint of worry in her eyes.

   "It's okay, I was thinking about what Xingxing would give her for her birthday." Wu Jiaqi took the towel to dry the rolling pin and walked to the dining table to start rolling the dough again.

Tao Qian washed his hands and walked out, and said while wrapping up: "The stars like Molly's dolls. The anniversary model she wants is out of stock in China. Just a few days ago, a colleague of mine was going abroad for business and he had already entrusted him to buy it for me. , Then it will be your birthday present to the stars."

  "You are too accustomed to buying a doll for tens of thousands of dollars. Besides, I have taken credit for you by impersonation, so what do you do?"

   "I also prepared a gift, which the stars like."

  Wu Jiaqi pursed her lips and lowered her eyes: "This kid is spoiled by you."

   "My daughter, who I do not spoil? For girls, you must be rich, so that you will not be easily abducted by boys when you grow up." Tao Qian said with a sigh.

   "The child is going to grow up after all. We are running out of time with her."

Tao Qian put the wrapped dumplings aside and said with a smile: "For so many years, you still love to eat dumplings. It must be shepherd's purse and pork, but Miss Zhu should be a vegetarian. There is also a handful of leeks in the refrigerator. It's stuffed with chives and eggs."

  Wu Jiaqi patted his head: "Look, I'm dizzy, you almost forgot if you didn't remind me."

  Tao Xingxing’s room is decorated in a dreamy princess style, very luxurious and exaggerated, pink sheets, pink walls, pink curtains...

In the closet, the dazzling array of dresses is dazzling. In the glass cabinet, the limited edition Molly dolls are lined up. It is not easy to collect so many models. Tao Xingxing triumphantly introduces the origins of her dolls to Mingjing. It is a birthday gift given to her by her parents every year or a prize for her performance improvement.

  On the other side of the closet, there are all Qu Feitai’s albums and figures, as well as artistic photos framed in crystal photo frames.

  Ming Jing glanced at Tao Xingxing. From childhood to childhood, he lived in full of love to develop such a naive and lively temperament.

   Seeing the photo of Qufeitai, Tao Xingxing's expression became serious for an instant, and he put his hands on his hips in front of Mingjing, "You said, what is the relationship between you and Qufeitai?"

  Ming Jing shook his head and laughed: "It doesn't matter."

"Liar, I watched the show more than a dozen times with a magnifying glass back and forth. You and Qu Feitai knew each other early in the morning. If you want to lie to me, we are still not good friends." Tao Xingxing bit his lip and said angrily. .

  Ming Jing said helplessly: “We did meet a few times before recording the show, but other than that, there is nothing else to do. Don’t think too much about it.”

The next moment Tao Xingxing put on a smiling face, and said excitedly: "So, I guessed it, haha, you know before, and you have to pretend to be strangers in the show. It’s a hard work. We are good sisters, you and Qu Feitai knows again, ahhh, Ming Jing, you are really my good sister. I didn't expect that one day I could get involved with Qu Feitai."

  (End of this chapter)