Dressed as a little fool: marry and have children

The next day, Liu Xiuxiu got up at dawn, washed up, and walked out of the room quietly. She saw Aunt Bai busy preparing the ingredients, so she immediately walked over and asked softly, "Aunt Bai, can I help you with anything?"

Aunt Bai looked up and saw Liu Xiuxiu's enthusiastic face, with a hint of relief in her eyes. She smiled and pointed to the vegetables beside her and said, "Xiuxiu, please help me peel some garlic and chop it into pieces for later."

Liu Xiuxiu nodded and immediately got busy. She peeled the garlic carefully and meticulously. Aunt Bai looked at her focused look and couldn't help but sigh in her heart, what a good girl.

At the same time, He Yuzhu also woke up. He rubbed his eyes, and when he didn't see Liu Xiuxiu, he walked out. Seeing Liu Xiuxiu and Aunt Bai busy in the kitchen, he didn't disturb them, but got up quietly to wash up.

After washing up, He Yuzhu walked into the kitchen again. Aunt Bai saw him coming and greeted him, "Yuzhu, we have taken care of the preliminary work for you and Xiuxiu, and the rest is up to you."

Liu Xiuxiu wanted to stay and help, but was stopped by Aunt Bai. "Xiuxiu, our two cooks don't need us. Let's go out and have a good chat instead of causing trouble for them." Aunt Bai said with a smile.

So, Liu Xiuxiu and Aunt Bai walked out of the kitchen together, leaving He Yuzhu alone in the kitchen. He looked at the processed ingredients and did not start cooking directly, but quietly waited for He Daqing to arrive.

After a while, He Daqing also walked into the kitchen. He saw He Yuzhu standing there and asked, "Yuzhu, these ingredients are ready. Do you want to cook or should I?"

He Yuzhu looked at his father's expectant eyes and knew that his father wanted to see his current cooking skills, so he smiled and said, "Dad, come and help me. I'll be the chef today."

He Daqing nodded with satisfaction after hearing this. He walked to He Yuzhu and carefully observed his every move. He Yuzhu began to get busy, and he started with the work of frying New Year's goods.

He Yuzhu stood in front of the stove, concentrating on controlling the temperature. He gently adjusted the knob of the gas stove, and the flame instantly became strong. He waited for the oil temperature to gradually rise until it reached 60% of the temperature suitable for frying.

He Yuzhu began to put meatballs into the pot one by one. After each meatball was put in, he would dip the spoon into the pot. This action was both skillful and light, as if he was playing a beautiful piece of music. He carefully ensured that each meatball would not stick together and maintain a perfect shape.

As the meatballs slowly fried in the oil, their color gradually turned into an attractive golden color. He Yuzhu stared at the meatballs in the pot, waiting for them to be fully fried. When the meatballs floated up one by one and showed a perfect golden color, he quickly scooped them all out with a colander.

He Daqing, who was watching from the side, frowned slightly, but he did not speak, just continued to observe He Yuzhu's subsequent operations silently. His eyes revealed his expectations and trust in his son.

He Yuzhu didn't notice the change in He Daqing's expression. He was completely focused on the food. He adjusted the heat again to raise the oil temperature to a level suitable for re-frying. Then, he poured all the meatballs that had just been fried into the pot and fried them a second time.

During the re-frying process, He Yuzhu observed the changes of the meatballs with full concentration. He sometimes used a spatula to gently turn the meatballs to ensure that they were evenly heated; sometimes he adjusted the heat to keep the oil temperature at the optimal state. After a minute, he fished out the re-fried meatballs with satisfaction.

At this time, He Daqing's brows had relaxed. He took advantage of He Yuzhu's inattention and nodded with satisfaction, expressing his recognition of his son's craftsmanship.

At this moment, He Yuzhu turned around, picked up a fried meatball, and walked to He Daqing with a smile. He gently lifted the meatball with his hand and put it to He Daqing's mouth, urging him, "Dad, open your mouth and taste how I fried it."

He Daqing looked at his son's expectant eyes and smiling face, and a warm feeling surged in his heart. He opened his mouth and took a bite of the meatball. The crispy skin and tender meat were perfectly combined, and the taste was wonderful. He nodded with satisfaction and said to He Yuzhu, "Not bad!"

When He Yuzhu heard his father's praise, he smiled and moved closer to He Daqing, blinked his eyes, and said mischievously, "It's just good?"

He Daqing looked at his son's mischievousness and became angry. He glared at He Yuzhu and urged him, "Okay, stop making trouble. There are still so many things to do. Hurry up."

He Yuzhu saw this and immediately stopped smiling and continued to do the following operations seriously. He started frying fried dough twists, fried fish, fried sashimi... Every step seemed to be done with extra care.

After a period of busy work, the two finally fried all the New Year's goods. He Daqing looked at the table full of delicious food and nodded with satisfaction. He asked He Yuzhu to take a rest for a while, and he began to prepare the dishes and prepare to eat.

He Yuzhu did not refuse. He washed up and sat at the table waiting. After a while, He Yugang and He Yushui also took their seats.

He Yugang looked at the food on the table and exclaimed: "Brother, this is amazing. I just smelled the fragrance and your cooking skills have improved again."

He Yushui also interjected: "Yeah, I'm hungry just from smelling it."

He Yuzhu looked at them with a hint of smile in his eyes. He deliberately asked, "Whose cooking skills are better, me or dad?"

When He Yu heard this question, he didn't know how to answer for a moment. He looked at He Yuqiang, then at He Yushui, and seeing that neither of them wanted to answer, he turned his gaze to Aunt Bai. However, Aunt Bai also deliberately avoided his gaze and turned her head to look elsewhere.

He Yugang felt a little embarrassed, with beads of sweat on his forehead. He thought for a moment, and finally said, "It's all good, Dad and silly brother did a good job, but I didn't." Although this sentence was a bit perfunctory, it was also an answer.

He Yuzhu looked at He Yugang, who was sweating from anxiety, and stopped teasing him. He turned to look at He Yushui, wanting to hear her opinion.

He Yushui thought that after He Yugang finished speaking, she could escape the disaster. However, she still couldn't avoid the question. She looked at He Yuzhu's expectant eyes and said fearlessly: "Silly brother, you are just a little bit worse than dad." After saying that, she was afraid that He Yuzhu would not believe it, so she gestured with her hands to show that the gap was really small.

This sentence made everyone present burst into laughter. He Yuzhu was also amused by He Yushui and laughed. He patted He Yushui on the head and said, "You little girl, you are just sweet-mouthed."