Siheyuan: This is really immoral

"Linzhuang, is it ready?"

Yan Bugui rubbed his palms, and from his expression he seemed even more expectant than Lin Zhuang.

Lin Zhuang took a glance and said, "Uncle, you have a very sharp nose. You noticed it right after I poured it out."

If the third uncle had not been sent away early, his ribs would have been burnt. Fortunately, they were rescued in the end, but he did not serve them out at this time.

With Yan Bugui's nose being sharper than a dog's when it comes to food, Lin Zhuang would never dare let him smell it.

I really came here just by smelling the flavor!

Yan Bugui felt that there was something strange about Lin Zhuang's words. Why did he say they sounded like a dog?

But he was not ashamed of it, but proud of it, "Yeah, my nose has always been very good, you see..."

Lin Zhuang turned back to the house, took out a bowl, and poured half of the broth into the bowl in Yan Bugui's hand, "Third Uncle, I'll go back to eat."

"Okay, I'll ask Auntie Three to come and clean up the dishes for you later."

After Lin Zhuang left, Yan Bugui looked at the broth in his hand and was reluctant to take a step.

Yan Bugui held the bowl in one hand and used the other hand to gently fan the air over the rim of the bowl towards his nose, and his nose twitched in coordination.

Finally, after swallowing a mouthful of saliva, he couldn't help but bury his head in the bowl. After taking a deep breath, he sighed: "This uses at least five pounds of meat. The soup is so rich, and there is still so much soup. Sigh..."

Although he knew that Lin Zhuang had lied to him about not cooking much meat, he did not feel emotional at all. If it were him, he would not even spill this little bit of broth!

I just feel that if Lin Zhuang was not easy to fool, but a much kinder and more generous person, and with his eloquent mouth, wouldn't life be happy?

such a pity......

Then, take the bowl back home.

And the Yan family.

"Dad, is this for me and Jie Kuang to eat?" Yan Jiecheng came close to his father excitedly, his saliva already overflowing from the corners of his mouth.

Yan Bugui, who was originally in a good mood, suddenly turned cold, hid the bowl aside, and scolded: "Why are you getting so close? Your saliva is about to fall into the bowl!!"

"Isn't it just a bowl of meat soup? Look at how ignorant you are. No wonder you can't figure out a blind date. Get out of here!"

Under pressure from the powerful, Yan Jiekuang shrank aside with a bit of grievance.

"Blind date... it's not my problem!"

Yan Bugui got angry when he mentioned this, "Where is Yu Li who came to our house before? It's because you can't speak!"

When Yan Bugui got angry, he wanted to pick up the broom next to him and hit him. The sound was so loud that it shook some of the dust off the pillars. At the same time, it frightened Yan Jiecheng so much that he quickly explained:

"I, I looked for her later...but she didn't want to talk to me anymore, saying that she was already dating someone else and asked me to give up. I had no choice..."

"Those guys behind me are just complaining about my low income and my lack of workstation..."

"What?!!" Because Yan Jiecheng muttered the following sentence in a very low voice, Yan Bugui couldn't be sure what he said at first, but it was definitely not something good.

"Can you say that again!"

Yan Jiecheng took two steps back timidly, thinking that his extremely small mumbling was heard by him. If he was heard, he would definitely be beaten up.

Taking two steps back now is just in case. If you run fast, you won’t get hit.

Ugh!

I don’t know what’s wrong with my dad. I remember he wasn’t this angry before.

Since when did it start...

It seems like it’s been since Lin Zhuang came, especially after Lin Zhuang got promoted?

Correct!

Especially when he beat me and made peace with me a few times later, he would always complain that no one in Linzhuang was as ambitious as him.

It was like drinking fake liquor, the more he talked, the more excited he became, and the more excited he became, the more painful it was.

"Dad, I said that although others think our family is well off and they all respect you as a teacher, they all despise me."

Yan Jiecheng said this against his will, and a thousand horses were galloping through his heart at that moment, and all this was for the sake of avoiding a beating.

Yan Bugui looked at him suspiciously, wondering whether what this boy said was true or false.

After all, these words were similar to the sounds he had just heard. Yan Jiecheng also saw his father's suspicion and quickly said, "Dad, if you dawdle any longer, the broth will get cold."

That hits the nail on the head!

Yan Bugui put the broth on the table and shouted into the house, "Take this broth over, heat it up, add some water, and mix it with rice tonight."

"broth?"

"Yes, I got it from Linzhuang."

"Really good, this broth looks delicious!"

The third aunt came out and brought the broth into the kitchen with a bit of surprise.

Just when Yan Bugui was about to teach his disappointing son a lesson, he heard the third aunt exclaim in the kitchen:

"Ouch!"

"There's actually some meat particles at the bottom of this bowl!"

When Yan Bugui heard this, he immediately swallowed his words of reprimand, trotted into the kitchen, and put on his glasses, "Meat grains? Where?"

The third aunt held up the bowl to show him that the soup had already been poured into the pot, revealing the meat particles at the bottom of the bowl.

Not many, just two or three, but they were not in the form of minced meat, but small pieces of meat that had been cooked into pieces.

"Oh my! It's obvious that Lin Zhuang turned up the heat. What a pity."

Yan Bugui glared at him, "What a pity! If he hadn't turned up the heat, would we still be able to eat this little piece of meat?!"

"Yeah!"

"You are still thoughtful!"

Auntie didn’t pour the remaining minced meat into the pot, as it might shrink during cooking!

"Did you eat this minced meat tonight?"

Yan Bugui smacked his lips a little, but there was no point in keeping this little thing if he didn't eat it, so he nodded regretfully and said, "Eat it tonight."

while eating.

"Dad, where are the pieces of meat that Mom was talking about?"

pat!

Yan Bugui tapped the edge of the pickle bowl on the table with his chopsticks.

"What meat? It's already been cooked. Eat your pickles!"

"How could..."

"Do you want to drink this broth?" Yan Bugui directly picked up the broth in front of him and threatened.

"Drink, drink, drink!"

Yan Jiecheng, who knew his father well, drank the broth in one gulp, even though it was extremely hot because it had just come out of the pot.

Yan Jiecheng drank it all in one gulp anyway. The heat burned his tongue so much that it turned white and even reached his heart.

"Wow! It smells so good!"

"It would be great if I could drink a sip every day with my meals!"

Even though his body was feeling a little uncomfortable due to the heat, he still smiled happily as he spoke, as if this sip was some sweet nectar.