When Jiang Jinghao came out of the kitchen carrying a large bowl of noodles, he saw Su Qiao in pink pajamas, vigorously rubbing her short hair with a towel, and was startled.
"Qiao'er, why did you cut your hair?"
Su Qiao ran her fingers through her half-dry, neat short hair. "Doesn't it look good?"
Although she had cut it herself, her technique should still have been pretty good, right?
"It looks good."
Jiang Jinghao grinned broadly and added, "Hehe, you look good no matter what."
"Bao'er, you haven't eaten noodles I made in a long time, have you? Hurry and try them. See if they still taste the same as before."
After being busy for most of the night, Su Qiao was indeed hungry. She did not stand on ceremony and sat down to eat.
Jiang Jinghao sat across from her, propping his chin up with both hands as he watched her eat the noodles he had made, completely satisfied. "Are they good?"
Su Qiao did not even look up. "Mm, not bad."
His cooking was indeed quite good.
As if he had thought of something, the satisfied look on Jiang Jinghao's face faded into hesitation. He asked cautiously, "Bao'er, you... you won't look down on me for never having gone to college, will you?"
Su Qiao looked up at him and stuffed a fried egg into her mouth in one bite. She said indistinctly, "If you want to go, then go. If you don't, then don't. I don't care about that."
Jiang Jinghao relaxed slightly, then scratched his hair again. "Then... will you look down on me for not having a respectable job?"
Su Qiao took a sip of noodle soup and set down her bowl with satisfaction. "I don't even have a job right now. Would you look