Shen Qingqing and Jiang Zhixun came downstairs one after the other, just as the dumplings were ready.
Even though only one of her hands was functional, Shen Qingqing didn't just sit and wait for the meal but went to the kitchen to help carry the dumplings.
The dumplings were served on a plate, making them easy to carry.
Madam Jiang shot her son a look, signaling him to take the plate from Shen Qingqing's hands.
Jiang Zhixun gave it a casual glance.
But he didn't take it.
Instead, he went to the kitchen and brought out the steaming hot chicken stew.
Even Father Jiang thought his son lacked awareness, not to mention Madam Jiang.
That perpetually cold face—if you didn't know better, you'd think Qingqing owed him money.
And yet, he still had the gall to refuse the divorce?
Father Jiang shook his head and motioned for Shen Qingqing to take a seat. "Let Zhixun bring out the rest."
