Liuxiang

Yi Baitang is in a good mood today.

When getting up from the bed, he first moved the arm of the other person, then the thigh of the other person, and finally picked up the quilt that fell on the floor, then slowly put on his clothes and walked upstairs to the bed. downstairs.

Then all the good mood came to an abrupt end when I saw a creature sitting alone on the sofa.

At least temporarily.

Qian Yiyi was a little wronged: "You guys sleep late, the door is closed!"

Yi Baitang: "..."

He thought calmly: I didn't lock the door, originally for the little sapling to sneak in in the middle of the night, but unexpectedly it became a loophole.Fortunately, the kid was small and short, so he didn't try to open the door and sneak in.

He ignored the money one by one, turned and walked into the kitchen, just about to turn the satisfaction from the new day into a new dish, when he saw the little girl running into the kitchen with her.

Yi Baitang: "What are you doing?"

Qian Yiyi: "Cooking."

Yi Baitang: "You made it too unpalatable."

Qian Yiyi: "The food is so unpalatable."

Yi Baitang stopped packing the kitchen things.He lowered his head and looked down at the little girl.

The little girl looked up at Yi Baitang.

After staring at each other for a moment, Yi Baitang didn't speak, and kicked the chair left in the kitchen yesterday to Qian Yiyi's side.

Qian Yi used all his hands and feet to climb up the chair, his big eyes and round head were finally higher than the countertop in the kitchen.

She had just struggled to see clearly what was on the counter when she was taken aback by the silver light that suddenly flashed in front of her eyes.

The silver light jumped in mid-air like a butterfly, flying down and up, up and down again, when it finally stopped its movements, put a few overlapping pieces of tofu skin on the chopping board and let it stand for a while, silently. breath, collapsed down.

Yi Baitang poked with his chopsticks again, and the countless clues came to the fore.

The height of the counter is still a little higher even for the current Qianyi.Qian Yiyi put his elbows on the cooking table and his chin with his palms, his eyes followed Yi Baitang's actions, and soon discovered that in addition to dried tofu, the next ham and bamboo shoots were also made of tofu The dried dust turned into a thin strand.

Immediately afterwards, she saw Yi Baitang take out rice from the cupboard as soon as he bent down, pouring water from the faucet again and again, washing away the dust on the uncooked rice over and over again, and gradually, crystal clear rice grains appeared on the money. In front of them one by one.

Qian Yiyi's small mouth opened.

With a sound of "Huh--", the flames suddenly rose into the air, turning half of the little girl's cheeks red. When the heat wave came, she couldn't help but let out a small cry, feeling like her hair was being scorched.

This voice drew Yi Baitang's attention back.

He glanced at Qian Yiyi, seeing that the four-year-old girl had been quiet and not moving around, he casually took out a cucumber from the vegetable basket under the chopping board. Peel the skin twice, cut out a palm-sized flat Christmas tree with a few knives, insert a stick, then use sesame seeds glued with syrup to make eyes, and cashew nuts to make the mouth. one.

Qian took Xiao Shu one by one, hesitated for a moment and took a sip.

"Crack."

Immediately.

"Click, click, click."

A tree was eaten up quickly, Qian Yiyi licked the white sugar from the corner of his mouth: "Uncle——"

Yi Baitang: "Huh?"

Qian Yiyi: "The dishes you cook are delicious."

Yi Baitang: "Yes."

Qian Yiyi: "But shouldn't the food be unpalatable?"

Yi Baitang: "Hmph."

Qian Yiyi: "I don't want to cook such delicious dishes for Dad, can you teach me how to cook unpalatable dishes?"

Yi Baitang: "..."

Shang Huaiyan woke up about half an hour later than Yi Baitang.

Before opening his eyes, he touched the other half of the bed, but he missed it, and experienced the weightlessness of an elevator in a half-dream and half-awake state.

The next second, the person who woke up opened his eyes, took a deep breath, and got up from the bed: "Damn—"

There is a feeling of being disassembled and reinstalled all over the body. Every muscle is sore, and there is also a burning pain underneath.He grabbed the quilt and sat alone for a long time, unable to suppress some kind of worry from the bottom of his heart: If this continues, will he die of lust at a young age?

Forget it, if you have to choose a way of death... this way of death should be very happy and very suitable for people like me.

Shang Huaiyan thought for a moment, and suddenly became enlightened. After picking out a pajamas in front of the closet and putting them on, he went downstairs.

The morning light illuminated the stairs. Shang Huaiyan turned around the familiar corridor. Before he reached the first floor, he saw two people, one big and one small, sitting upright beside the dining table in the living room. The dining table is concentrating on something; the big one also keeps his eyes on the same position, looking quite serious as well.

The years are quiet!

Shang Huaiyan sighed with emotion, and only realized after the emotion was over:

"What are you doing?"

Yi Baitang raised his head: "Look for yourself."

The props of Barbie dolls were still placed on the table, but only the ingredients and props in the suit appeared on the table at the moment.

Qian Yiyi is holding these models of cucumbers, potatoes, small tomatoes, etc. in his hands, swinging them around, arranging them into triangles, circles, and overlapping them all!

Shang Huaiyan couldn't believe it: "Since when are you willing to play with your child?"

Yi Baitang didn't answer. He stood up and patted Shang Huaiyan's shoulder with his palm. The person who was standing upright immediately staggered and fell to his seat.

Shang Huaiyan hissed: "Take it easy, even if you don't want to answer, you don't have to—"

Yi Baitang walked into the kitchen, and when he came out again, he was holding a large bowl of boiled dried shredded rice.

The dry silk is made of chicken soup and golden soup, with shrimp skin, bamboo shoots, and ham as auxiliary materials, and then dried tofu cut into countless threads, piled up in a soup bowl to form a hill, and about half a cup of soup emerges from the top of the hill. At the height of a finger, a few green and white scallions are sprinkled on top of the soup, which rises and falls slightly with the juice.

Shang Huaiyan had smelled the fragrance just now, his stomach was rumbling, his fingers moved wildly, and just as he was about to turn his heart into action, a pair of chopsticks and a spoon were stuffed into his hands.

Shang Huaiyan held a spoon in one hand and chopsticks in the other, and said with emotion: "It smells so good..."

Only then did Yi Baitang say: "She said she wanted to make a dish for her father, but she didn't want to cook a delicious dish, but made an unpalatable dish. Her father is a gourmet, so it's fine if the dish is unpalatable. If the shape is ugly , I definitely don’t want to eat it, so I asked her to practice arranging the plates. I have already called her father, and her father will be here in three hours. "

Shang Huaiyan suddenly realized: "So it is."

Qian Yiyi suddenly raised his head: "Uncle, you said a lot to another uncle. Why can you say a lot to another uncle, Uncle?"

Yi Baitang looked at the little girl coldly.

Shang Huaiyan remained calm: "Because uncle likes another uncle."

Yi Baitang's cold eyes turned to Shang Huaiyan.

Shang Huaiyan smiled charmingly: "Did I say something wrong?"

He took a sip of the soup first, then ate a pinch of dried shredded rice, and then habitually commented: "I think this breakfast—"

"I think this breakfast..." He chewed the food, feeling the magical taste, his eyes were strange, "It tastes so good...you really like me..."