I rely on breasts to get out of the circle

The knife handed over from Ai Zhuzhu made Lin Yifeng feel like a knife once again.

"Pearl, your words are really vivid. Can you say a few words less? You will make me look very shameless. Look at other children, they are all praising their adults. Look at you, you will Stab a knife in my heart."

"Uncle, I'm just giving you advice. Otherwise, what shall we eat at night? Do you want sister Lingling to eat air? If you are like this, aunt really won't talk about you?"

Lin Yifeng's expression turned black at a speed visible to the naked eye, embarrassed and frightened.

The program is broadcast, Zhao Meiru can definitely see his performance today.

This……

Isn't this digging your own grave?

Lin Yifeng looked at the batter in the basin, and rolled the noodles with this kind of dough, can they be rolled out?
What is rolled out is not noodles, I am afraid it is noodles?
Lin Yifeng thought about it, looked at the other fathers, and asked for help.

The three fathers showed embarrassing smiles at the same time, and told Lin Yifeng that they would not either.

It takes talent to cook!
In the past, I always thought it was easy for a mother to take the children to cook at home. Now, after the three fathers have experienced it firsthand, they all feel that mothers are the greatest and the most difficult!
It's really difficult to cook at home with children.

Taking care of children is not only physical work, but also intellectual work.

If your IQ cannot keep up, you will be mercilessly ridiculed by your children.

A father who is not mentally strong may be autistic.

For example, Lin Yifeng, he must be feeling very uncomfortable now, right?It must be hard, right?
Lin Yifeng was even more uncomfortable when everyone looked at him with sympathy.

Alas, it seems that everyone can understand his psychological feelings at the moment.

"Pearl, you are right. You sit by the side and rest for a while. If you can't make noodles, can I make gnocchi?"

"Okay, Uncle, you can cook according to your needs. Sister Lingling, Brother Xiaobei and I will sit here and watch you, and call us when you are ready."

Lin Yifeng: "..."

Ai Zhuzhu just stabbed him to death with a single knife.

"Uncle, why are you not moving? Do you not know what to do?"

Lin Yifeng forced a smile on his face, and forced himself to calm down and talk to Ai Zhuzhu: "Pearl, can't you just eat an apple and be quiet for a while?"

Pearl Ai: "Oh."

Picking up the apple and taking a bite, Ai Zhuzhu just ate the apple while watching Lin Yifeng cook.

Lin Yifeng's hands trembled at the sight, and he scooped up another spoonful of flour and put it into the basin.

Lingling applauded quickly: "Shushu, you are amazing."

Lin Yifeng was even more embarrassed, what should I do!

He who can't cook is so sad!
Lin Yifeng didn't care about 21, he just rolled up his sleeves and made noodles.

In the end, I made a pot of noodles, and I couldn't do anything.

Bai Yingzhuo came over to join in the fun, and after watching the pot of batter, he made a move: "Why don't you pull the dough, I see how soft and hard the noodles are, and pulling the dough should be fine."

"Brother Bai, you are right, just do it."

Lin Yifeng began to pull the noodles, and Ai Zhuzhu complained to Lingling while eating the apple: "Sister Lingling, are you afraid of getting sick?"

"I'm afraid, I need an injection when I'm sick, it hurts so much, Lingling is afraid."

"Then let's not eat the food made by uncle later. If we eat it, we may have diarrhea and may have to go to the hospital. It's important to save our lives."

Lin Mobei stared at Lin Yifeng's every move, and said silently: "Pearl's words make sense, Lingling, don't eat later, eat other food."

Master Duan Shui Lingling felt that this was not good, so he asked naively: "Will uncle be very sad? So many people don't eat the food he cooks, he will be very sad."

"Lingling, don't eat his food or go to the hospital for an injection, which would you choose?"

When asked by Lin Mobei, Lingling chose the first one without hesitation: "Then it's better not to eat the food made by uncle. Uncle is so generous, he will definitely not be angry."

Ai Zhenzhu smiled and nodded in agreement: "That's for sure, uncle won't argue with us. After all, he must be very clear about the taste of his cooking."

Lin Yifeng heard the words of the three little ones verbatim.

He was exhausted from cooking here, but the children stabbed him in the back and made sarcastic remarks, which made him want to cry.

This year's children are too difficult to bring!
He would rather go back to the company to move bricks than look after his children here, he is extremely tired, okay?

Soon, the fathers all cooked meals and served them on the table.

There is a long table with meals made by the fathers and some washed fruits.

The children were hungry after being busy for most of the day, but they just looked at the food in front of them that had no color, fragrance, and no matter how hungry they were, they didn't want to eat very much.

Bai Yingzhuo served Jack a dish, and gave him a steamed bun: "Jack, eat quickly, and have a taste of Dad's cooking."

Jack shook his head weakly, and asked softly, "Dad, after eating this, can I still see the sun tomorrow?"

Bai Yingzhuo almost spat out old blood: "Son, I'm your own father, can I do such a shameful thing?"

"Then I'll try it."

Jack picked up the spoon and took a bite of the vegetable, then took another bite of the steamed bun: "Dad, this is delicious."

"Look, Dad didn't lie to you, right. Eat quickly, and Dad will serve it for you after eating."

Jack ate the fried rice with big mouthfuls, and the other children hurriedly picked up the rice in the bowl when they saw this.

Seeing that the children's hearts were so happy, Lin Yifeng felt very uncomfortable.

"Children, try the noodle soup made by uncle, it tastes very good, it's great."

Lin Yifeng filled a bowl for himself, picked up the spoon and took a sip.

Putting it in his mouth, Lin Yifeng's expression changed.

Ai Zhenzhu: "Uncle, why don't you talk? Is it not tasty? Poisonous?"

Lin Yifeng couldn't swallow, and spit it into the trash can: "I forgot to put salt, it's mild."

Lin Yifeng poured salt into the pot again, and tasted it again, and he spit it out again when it was so salty.

"Sister Lingling, look, the food made by uncle is really inedible."

Lin Mobei consciously served fried rice for Lingling, and put a banana in her hand: "Lingling, eat some of this to pad your stomach first."

Lingling picked up the fried rice, smiled awkwardly, picked up the spoon and started to eat the rice.

Embarrassed, Lin Yifeng also served himself a bowl of rice. As for this pot of noodle soup, it was really unbearable.

In order not to waste food, Lin Yifeng planned to pour out the noodle soup to feed the pigs later.

The four fathers took their children to eat, and everyone had bright smiles on their faces.

Oh, except for Lin Yifeng.

Lin Yifeng felt that Zhao Meiru might blow his head off after seeing these pictures.

What should I do? Who can come and save him?