Reborn in the Eighties as a Housewife with a Space

Chapter 1259: Chapter 1253 My Xuexue_1 Chapter 1259: Chapter 1253 My Xuexue_1 “Let’s eat! Stop daydreaming!” Nangong Beiying said, carrying out the last dish and lightly bumping into Xiao Qi, who was still in a trance.

“Oh, okay,” Xiao Qi snapped back to reality, noticing that Nangong Beiying was holding dishes next to him and watching him.

“What are you thinking about? You seem extremely absorbed,” Nangong Beiying wondered why he would be distracted at a time like this. Wasn’t he hungry?

“Nothing is on my mind. Let me carry that,” Xiao Qi reached to take the dish from her hands.

“No need, I can do it. You go wash your hands for dinner,” Nangong Beiying swerved her hand away from his. Didn’t he see everyone was waiting for him?

“Okay,” Xiao Qi agreed and walked off.

“Start eating, don’t be shy, there’s plenty more if you need,” Qin Xue called out. She wouldn’t dish food into someone’s bowl unless they’re very close to her.

“Okay,” everyone at the table responded.

“Xue’er, move the baby carriage to my side. I’ll feed the kids, and you eat your food,” Chu Molin suggested when he saw Qin Xue place the carriage next to her, obstructing her movement.

“No need, it’s fine. I can eat and feed at the same time. You take care of serving the dishes,” Qin Xue retorted. She wasn’t angry at Chu Molin, but she knew that her initial intention to help him mend his relationship with the Chus was now impossible. Should she have not done that?

But if she were to face them with doubt and remain indifferent, that’s not who she is, not Qin Xue’s nature.

Nevermind, let’s cross that bridge when we get there. It’s not like she ever relied on them. Whatever happens will happen in due course.

She didn’t feel like discussing the Chu’s anymore. Perhaps she was too presumptuous.

“Eat, I don’t mind,” Chu Molin understood what Qin Xue was thinking. All he really cared about was his wife’s happiness. If people were content, they could dine together; if not, they were better off not seeing each other to avoid the irritation.

Even though he might seem unsympathetic, but once something has happened, it can’t be pretended that it hasn’t.

“But…” Qin Xue wanted to say something. Yet, upon seeing Chu Molin’s calm expression, she couldn’t find the words.

“What are you two whispering about? The food is getting cold!” Nangong Beiying, who was sitting next to Qin Xue, interrupted. She held a small bowl of cooled food and started feeding the children in the carriage between them, who were eagerly watching the food on the table.

“Uh-huh, eat. Those who want to drink can pour the wine themselves,” pointed Qin Xue towards the large jar by the wall. The jar was filled with her homemade wine. Technically, it was more of a wine she modified rather than brewed. She never served her own brew.

Chu Molin liked her brew, so she kept it exclusively for him. The wine served at meals was normally the modified version.

“Xuexue, your place is the best. Always serving good wine. I’ll take my usual half,” Nangong Beiying nonchalantly announced.

“Don’t bother saving any for me. Whatever is left, you can take it all home. I’ll brew more,” knowing Nangong Beiying”s love for wine, Qin Xue told her to take home the remaining, which was at least 5 kg, enough for her to drink for a while.

“As expected of my Xuexue, you know me best,” Nangong Beiying admired Qin Xue’s skills. For Grandpa Qin, she personally learned wine brewing from him, whereas she learned Chinese medicine. Until she met her current master, she never forgot that it was Grandpa Qin who enlightened her and taught her the principles of medicine.