His Majesty raises cubs in the entertainment circle

Right after Rong Mu woke up, he heard Yang Guang and Yang Jian say outrageous words, which scared him so much that he woke up completely, no longer sleepy, staggered, stumbled and ran out of the ward, and rushed into the on-duty room.

"doctor--"

"It's not good! The big thing is not good!"

"Doctor! Doctor! Go and see the patient, both...both are bad!"

For a moment, chickens flew like dogs, and voices came from the corridor like thunder.

Yang Jian, the little bun, looked down at his small body, stretched out his hand, and turned his little fleshy hand several times in front of him, then let out a "hiss..." as if feeling a headache, and supported himself with his fleshy palm Because the small arms are a bit short, you need to lower your head to support your head.

"And..." Yang Guang wanted to say "Jian'er", but when he got to the point of speaking, he suddenly remembered Yang Jian's reaction just now.

Is it...

Yang Guang squinted his eyes. During the period of fainting on the set, pictures like revolving lanterns kept flashing in Yang Guang's mind. Those pictures were all experienced by him.

Regarding the arrow wound on my chest, I have experienced it before, but I can't remember those past events...

Yang Guang's arrow injury was not "groundless".

When Yang Guang heard the name Yang Jian for the first time, he actually felt very familiar. At first he thought that the name Yang Jian was very similar to his father Yang Jian. , is a reduced version of his father, so Yang Guang felt familiar.

But it's not like that, Yang Jian...not his father.

This matter is a bit complicated to say, Yang Guang has never cared about his parents since he was a child, and his parents were too strict with him. In addition, Yang Guang was eager to express himself in front of his parents and prove that he was no worse than his elder brother, so he kept suppressing his own nature. , causing Yang Guang's disposition to be somewhat distorted.

After Yang Guang successfully ascended the throne, because there was no strict restraint, his distorted nature was completely released, which led to Yang Guang's tragic end.

And in Yang Guang's "dream", he dreamed that he had another life.Yang Guang's father became Yang Jian for no reason, became amiable, gentle and gentle, and cooked well. He was best at broken gold rice, also known as Yangzhou fried rice. Broken gold rice once became Yang Guang's favorite dish. like.

However, Yang Jian himself, due to some psychological reasons, is "allergic" to sweets and cannot eat sweets at all.If you accidentally taste something sweet, you will "go crazy".

In front of the Jiankang Palace in the "dream", Yang Guang pierced his chest with a cold arrow in order to block the arrows from his "father" Yang Jian.

Yang Guang raised his hand and stretched out his hand to press the arrow wound on his chest. The arrow wound was so real, could it be...

Yang Guang murmured, "This is not a dream..."

Yang Guang had "a dream". Coincidentally, Yang Jian also had a dream.

Yang Jian's parents divorced when he was a child, and his mother suffered from bipolar disorder because of his father's cheating and cheating on marriage, and Yang Jian looked somewhat similar to his father. Whenever she saw Yang Jian, her mother would think she saw him. The man who cheated on him beat and kicked Yang Jian.

Yang Jian was often beaten by his mother when he was a child, and was forced to eat sweet and greasy cream cakes. At that time, Yang Jian was still young, so helpless, squatting in the smelly and dirty toilet, crying and saying "Mom, don't Hit me, I'm not a father" while weeping and stuffing cake into his mouth, as long as he stuffed it slowly, he would be beaten again.

After a long time, Yang Jian was very resistant to the taste of sweets. As soon as he ate sweets, Yang Jian would become "a lunatic", removing the gentle and gentle disguise, revealing his true self, like a naked mad dog...

Yang Jian's childhood was spent in beatings, and when he grew up, his mother sent him to the underground boxing arena without much money. It's a coincidence that the days Qiao Anyun experienced in the underground boxing arena is a reflection of Yang Jian. .

I don't know how long it took for such gloomy days. Later, Yang Jian got relief. He left here and opened a restaurant by himself. He was very gentle with people and things, and became a gentle boss. Unknown, behind Yang Jianwen, he is actually a scarred mad dog who no longer trusts anyone.

Later, Yang Jian had a dream. He dreamed that he came to ancient times and saw the same scarred little bun Yang Guang, and he became his father.

Maybe treating the little bun Yang Guang better can make up for his lack of childhood, Yang Jian has always thought so.

In the dream, Yang Jian was promoted all the way from the son of Sui Guogong, and finally ascended to the top of the world and became the emperor. However, in front of Jiankang Palace, his son was pierced in the chest by Liu Shi in order to protect himself from arrows, and fell off the horse.

Yang Jian lowered his head, looked at his fleshy little hands, the words "in the dream" were so real, and they still echoed in his ears...

——If there is a next life, the son will be the father...

——In this way, father can eat sweets...

Yang Jian always thought he was dreaming, and woke up hazily, but he turned into a child, only five or six years old, and Yang Guang really became his father?

Yang Jian held his head with his small fleshy hands, feeling like his head was going to explode, those memories poured in like a flood, constantly filling Yang Jian's mind, those memories that he had forgotten, all flooded in.

The scar on Yang Guang's chest...

The art of cooking yourself...

Also, why seeing Qiao Anyun is like seeing another self, and somehow wants to get close to Qiao Anyun.

Because in this world, the little bun Yang Jian had his father Yang Guang, and Yang Guang rescued him from the misery, so Yang Jian never experienced the darkness of the underground boxing ring, but Qiao Anyun instead.

Yang Jian had personally experienced Qiao Anyun's pain in his previous life, so he can understand...

Yang Jian kept holding his head with his little fleshy hands, as if in pain, his little fleshy face wrinkled like a pleated bun, Yang Guang tentatively supported him, and said, "Father, are you... all right?"

Yang Jian was pulled back to reality by Yang Guang's words, blinked his big eyes, and carefully looked back and forth at Yang Guang.

Although it was a "dream", it was very familiar. Both sides felt an unprecedented familiarity. This familiar feeling had already been deeply rooted in the heart, even in the bone marrow and blood.

Yang Jian, the little bun, jumped up immediately, stroking Yang Guang's chest back and forth with his fleshy little meat, and said in a childish voice, "Guang'er, are you all right?"

As soon as Yang Jian spoke quickly, the smell of milk was revealed.

"Cough..." Yang Guang coughed. The milky voice really didn't match his words, but he nodded and said, "Father, don't worry, your son is fine."

Yang Jian's worried little eyes were particularly cute, and he tilted his head and said, "No, no, please show Weifu the wound."

As he said that, he was about to take off Yang Guang's hospital gown. Yang Guang hurriedly stopped him and grabbed Yang Jian's small hand. Compared with Yang Jian, his palm was very big, and he grabbed the little bun Yang With his two little hands, he said with a headache, "Father, my son is really fine, don't worry about it, the wound has already healed."

As he spoke, he tentatively said, "Father, you also...remembered."

Yang Jian frowned, nodded, and said, "I just said I forgot the magic horse before, but now I remember it."

No wonder Yang Jian thought the arrow wound on his father's chest looked familiar, and asked him how the wound came about, but neither Yang Guang nor Yang Jian recovered their memory at that time, so neither of them knew how the arrow wound came about.

But now, everything comes to mind...

Yang Guang never knew why he, an indifferent person, rescued Yang Jian the first time he saw him. In the days that followed, he protected Yang Jian again and again. Now Yang Guang finally understood Yes, because Yang Jian back then, just like what he did, protected himself over and over again...

"Doctor! Doctor!"

"Quick!"

"Go! The patient's condition is not good!"

Rong Mu rushed back with the doctor in a hurry, once he entered the door...

Sure enough, Yang Guang and Yang Jian had woken up, but there was nothing wrong as Rong Mu said, and the patient was very well.

I saw the little bun Yang Jian sitting in the arms of his father Yang Guang, blinking his big eyes, with an innocent face, "I am the cutest in the world", looking at Rong Mu and the doctors and nurses rushing in with his little head tilted.

The little bun, Yang Jian, said childishly, "Rong Guoguo, is it swollen?"

Rong Mu pointed at Yang Guang and Yang Jian in surprise, and said, "You...you are not..."

The doctor went over to check and said, "The patient is doing well, nothing wrong. What's the matter?"

"He, they just now..." Rong Mu still looked confused, gesticulating and said, "Just now after Guangzi woke up, he called his little nephew Father Emperor, and his little nephew called Guangzi Guanger, isn't that stupid? ?Doctor, check it quickly, and then check it carefully, especially the brain, there will be no sequelae, right? "

Yang Guang made a "swish" look across, and Rong Mu quickly shrank his neck.

Yang Jian, the little bun, said innocently: "Rong Guoguo, you must have read it wrong. Just now you didn't wake up and ran out with your eyes closed. Dad and I didn't have time to stop it."

"I... I ran out with my eyes closed?" Rong Mu scratched the back of his head.

The little bun, Yang Jian, nodded his head vowingly, his little fleshy face trembled, and said, "It's a duck! It's a duck! Rong Guoguo ran out with his eyes closed. If you don't believe me, ask Dad!"

Yang Guang listened to Yang Jianguan calling himself father, although he had been called countless times, but now, both of them have recovered their memories, and they all have memories of their previous lives, which made Yang Guang a little embarrassed.

Unexpectedly, in this life, I really became the father of my father...

"Father!" The little bun Yang Jian shouted crisply, seeing Yang Guang distracted, and shaking his arm coquettishly, his movements and expressions were simply perfect.

Yang Guang woke up immediately, that's right, this person looks "harmless" on the surface, but in fact, he has a lot of skin inside and a lot of tricks, and Yang Jian, who looks like a sesame bag, is indeed his "father in the past". Nothing has changed.

Yang Guang sighed helplessly, and had no choice but to say, "Yes, you are sleepy."

"Really... Is it really that I'm sleepy?" Rong Mu was fooled by the two people, and felt more and more that he was sleepy.

Little Baozi Yang Jian said again: "Hmm! Rong Guoguo's mouth is still drooling!"

"Where? Where!?" Rong Mu quickly wiped his clean mouth, without any saliva at all.

Yang Guang looked down at Yang Jian who was sitting in his arms, his eyelids twitched, he didn't know if it was his illusion, the father shrank into a child, and seemed to be becoming more and more unscrupulous...

Yang Guang had the feeling before that his son was like a sesame bun, which looked soft and glutinous on the surface, pure and harmless, but in fact it was a little black when cut. Now he can be sure that it is more than a little black, and the more Longer and darker.

Rong Mu saw that Yang Guang and Yang Jian were fine and woke up, so he breathed a sigh of relief, sent the doctor and nurse out embarrassingly, and said, "I'm really sorry, thank you, thank you doctor!"

Yang Guang watched them leave the ward, looked down at the little bun Yang Jian in his arms, and said, "Father, did you have a good time?"

Little Baozi Yang Jian pursed his lips, put his hands on his hips, hummed, and said, "It has something to do with it, I'm just a child now!"

Father is really serious... not serious.

Yang Jian grunted, rolled on the hospital bed, spread out in big characters, kicked his fleshy calves, and said: "I didn't experience childhood before, but now I just experience it."

Yang Jian didn't have a childhood, now Yang Guang gave him a new childhood, Yang Jian recovered his memory later, he had to experience his childhood life well.

Yang Jian was paralyzed on the hospital bed, not feeling embarrassed or shy at all, and said, "Father, I want sweets! I want cakes, chocolates, and milk tea! Oh, and dried meat with honey sauce, too. Also!"

Yang Guang raised his hand and rubbed his forehead, and said, "Father, you are in the hospital again, how can you eat these things? Let's talk about it tomorrow."

"Don't, don't!" The little bun rolled on the bed, kicking his legs while rolling, making the sheets of the hospital bed crumpled, crying, "I want to eat, I want to eat! I want to eat sweets! Cum and cum If I want to eat sweets, my father won’t give me cum, and I will cry—”

Yang Guang: "..."

Rong Mu sent the doctors and nurses away, and when he heard the crying in the ward, he ran in quickly, saw Yang Jian's fake crying, and said, "Guangzi, what's the matter with you, why did you make my little nephew cry."

"It's him..." Yang Guang just wanted to explain.

Rong Mu already said: "Little nephew is so obedient. You can't find such a child even with a lantern. Guangzi, why are you still not satisfied? You must be the one who is vicious to your little nephew. Come on, let brother hug you, let's ignore it." he."

Yang is like a little pitiful, he was born cute, with a small face sculpted from ice, and his big eyes are full of harmlessness, now his mouth is pursed, more like a pitiful.

Yang Guang rubbed his forehead, stopped Rong Mu from hugging the little bun Yang Jian, and said, "You can't hug."

Rong Mu asked strangely, "Why?"

Why?Because this is my father.

But Yang Guang couldn't say that, and when he said it, Rong Mu probably had to call the doctor again.

Yang Guang suddenly sighed, raising a son is not easy, raising a father is even more difficult...

Yang Guang surrendered and said, "I'll see if there are any sweets for midnight snack takeaway."

Rong Mu said confusedly: "Sweets? Supper? Guangzi, you just woke up, why do you want to eat supper again? You are more worry-free than my little nephew."

Little Baozi nodded knowingly, and said, "Dad, don't worry!"

Yang Guang: "..."

Yang Guang used his mobile phone to order some takeaways. There is indeed a supper, but the sweets are limited. At this time, there are no cake shops open, but some supper shops that sell brown sugar glutinous rice cakes, brown sugar ice powder, poplar nectar and so on.

As soon as Yang Guang saw the sweet ones, he placed an order for all of them. He also ordered soy milk and Coke.

Little Baozi Yang Jian saw those sweets, even though they were just pictures on his phone, he blinked his big eyes, looking greedy.

Yang Jian has a psychological shadow. No matter in his previous life or in this life, he has experienced things like divorced parents and being abused. The difference is that he was rescued by Yang Guang in this life. The little bun Yang Jian did not recover his memory before. Just relying on instinct, I tentatively ate sweets a few times.

Now that the little bun Yang Jian has recovered his memory, he will naturally go on a killing spree, eat sweets in revenge, and make up for all the previous shortcomings. Besides, he is just a child now, and he has an extremely doting father , It’s not too much to eat some sweets.

Yang Jian sat obediently on the hospital bed, happily waiting for his supper.

Rong Mu suddenly came to his senses, and said, "Guangzi, you order so much, even if you can deliver the supper, but the hospital is closed, how do you get the supper?"

Yang Guang glanced at his son?or dad?In short, it was Xiao Baozi Yang Jian's expectant eyes, his heart skipped a beat, he cleared his throat, and said two words in a serious voice: "Cross the wall."

"Over, over the wall?!" Rong Mu said, "Guangzi, many fans and reporters have heard about the hospitalization of you and your little nephew, and they are all squatting outside. Takeaway, it will definitely be at the top of the hot search list tomorrow!"

Yang Guang said lightly: "Don't worry, I won't be found out."

Rong Mu: "..." Obviously it should be, don't worry, I won't climb over the wall!

Little Baozi Yang Jian blinked his big eyes, gave his father a thumbs up, and said, "Dad, don't worry!"

Rong Mu: "..." It should be Dad at this time, don't go!

Rong Mu complained without knowing the situation: "Guangzi, look, you have spoiled such a pure and lovely child as my little nephew!"

Yang Guang felt wronged for the first time.

After all, the Yang Jian in his memory has this kind of temperament, he looks gentle and harmless, a modest gentleman, his heart is darker than anyone else, and he is quite skinny...

"Father!" Little Baozi Yang Jianjian yelled loudly, even though he regained his memory, he didn't feel burdened at all, he was still the same as before, and his ability to accept settings was not so strong.

Little Baozi Yang Jian continued: "Supper is here! Come!"

It was the takeaway who called. As expected, the takeaway said that he had arrived at the hospital, but the hospital was locked, and asked Yang Guang how to get the takeaway for supper.

"Wait, I'll go down." Yang Guang said, hung up the phone, and turned to leave the ward.

When he was about to leave the door, he seemed uneasy, paused again, turned around and said, "Rong Mu."

"Ah?" Rong Mu responded.

Yang Guang said quietly: "You are not allowed to hug your son."

Rong Mu gave a sharp cut and said, "Stingy man, don't hug him, your son is yours, and only you can hug him."

The little bun Yang Jian waved his little meaty hand, urged Yang Guang, and said, "Take out! Take out! Dad, hurry up!"

As he said that, he patted his stomach, as if he was starving.

Yang Guang sighed helplessly, turned around and strode out of the ward, and ran downstairs quickly.

Yang Guang went downstairs quickly, took supper, came back over the wall, and went upstairs quickly, carrying two big bags of sweets for supper and returned to the ward. The chubby little meaty hands jumped up and down happily: "Daddy is back!"

The little bun ran over quickly, rushed into Yang Guang's arms like a cannonball, and then...

He wiped his wet "little paws" on his body.

Yang Guang: "..."

The former Jianer, a little skinny.

The father who recovered his memory, a hundred million skins...

Yang Guang reluctantly found a towel, wiped Yang Jian's hands clean, and then took the takeaway out of the bag. Because Yang Guang has a cleansing habit, every takeaway had to be wiped clean with an alcohol-based disinfectant tissue , This was placed in front of Yang Jian.

Brown sugar glutinous rice cakes, brown sugar ice powder, brown sugar balls, a mouthful of sitoshi, crispy pineapple oil, poplar nectar, soy milk and cola.

Rong Mu said disgustedly: "Hey, why are they all sweets?"

Little Baozi Yang rubbed his little meaty hands, his big eyes seemed to be shining like stars, staring at those sweets excitedly, picked up his chopsticks, and clumsily picked up a piece of brown sugar glutinous rice cake, dipped in the thick brown sugar, his small mouth opened into a Type 0, ready to be stuffed in one bite.

"Jian'er..." Yang Guang suddenly stopped Xiao Baozi.

Xiao Baozi could eat sweets before, and he had eaten pineapple buns and ice cream, but now Yang Guang was inexplicably worried.

After all, he is someone who is familiar with Yang Jian and has not recovered his memory before, so he does not understand Yang Jian's "pain". In his previous life, he had witnessed Yang Jian's state after eating sweets. No matter how much pressure you are enduring, you may collapse at any time.

Yang Guang pressed Xiao Baozi's chopsticks, Rong Mu said strangely: "Hey, Guangzi, why don't you let my nephew eat?"

"That's right!" Little Baozi Yang Jian said, "I'm going to start eating!"

Yang Guang squinted his eyes and stared at Yang Jian solemnly. Yang Jian is such a smart person. Before he recovered his memory, Yang Jian was already a very smart little bun among children. Now he has more memories from his previous life. Naturally, he understood what Yang Guang meant.

Yang Guang was worried about him.

Yang Jian blinked his big eyes and said, "Dad! It's okay to be a concurrent father! Because... Dad is a good father!"

Yang Guang's heart trembled violently. Although he hadn't remembered the promise in his previous life when he adopted Yang Jian, Yang Guang could confidently say that he had indeed done his best to be a good father.

Yang Guang's hand slowly let go, and Yang Jian couldn't wait to stuff a big mouthful of brown sugar glutinous rice cake into his mouth, "Aoooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo up" and started chewing.

"How?" Yang Guang couldn't help asking.

"Uh-ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.

Yang Jian dipped too much brown sugar in the little bun, and it flowed down his chubby chin. Yang Guang had quick eyesight and quick hands, so he quickly pulled out a tissue and wiped Yang Jian's mouth, preventing the brown sugar from dripping on Yang Jian's clothes.

"How?" Yang Guang asked again, still uneasy.

The little bun Yang Jian didn't answer him, but stuffed the brown sugar glutinous rice cake that he had bitten half into Yang Guang's mouth, giggled and said, "Knock—it's delicious! Dad eats it too!"

Yang Guang has a cleanliness addiction, and the cleanliness addiction is quite serious, but Yang Guang's cleanliness addiction is also double-standard, and for Yang Jian, it never occurs.

"Huh——" Rong Mu rubbed his arms in disgust, and said, "Is it my illusion? You two, father and son, why are you getting more and more sticky, even stickier than glutinous rice cakes."

Yang Jian, the little bun, had glutinous rice cakes stuffed in his mouth, and his little mouth was full of bean noodles. While eating, he muttered, "That's why Rong Guoguo didn't eat the glutinous rice cakes! It's really loud!"

The little bun Yang Jian sent Yang Guang and Rong Mu a pair of chopsticks each, and the three of them started eating supper together.

Rong Mu said, "Isn't this too sweet?"

Yang Jian nodded vigorously and said, "It's so sweet! What a time!"

Yang Guang said helplessly, "Eat slowly."

The little bun Yang Jian wiped the bean noodles on his mouth, and suddenly sighed in a childish voice, "Eating sweets...it's so good!"

Yang Guang's heart was shocked, and he looked down, all the sweets were eaten, and there was only one last bite of sidros left. Just as Rong Mu was about to pick up the last bite of cider, Yang Guang had quick eyesight and quick hands, and pierced the cilantro with a fork. The toast was tied up and handed to his son.

"Hey! Guangzi!" Rong Mu said sadly: "Mine! That's mine! I haven't eaten a bite yet, my little nephew ate it all, this piece is mine."

On the other hand, Yang Guang said, "Give the children something to eat."

Rong Mu said, "Who isn't a baby yet?"

Yang Jian, the little bun, held up the toast that his father had snatched, giggled, and said to Rong Mu: "Rong Guo Guo, this is too sweet, let Jian Jian help you eat!"

Rong Mu: "..."

Yang Jian ate a lot of sweets, but he didn't have a heart, but his stomach was full like a small ball, and he couldn't move when he was paralyzed on the hospital bed. He moaned and said, "Dad, I'm so full..."

Yang Guang sighed and said, "Who told you to eat so much in one go? Come and sleep, it will be dawn in a while."

Yang Jian didn't go back to his own bed, but ran to Yang Guang's hospital bed, pointed to his own bed and said, "Rong Guoguo, give Jianjian's bed to Rong Guoguo!"

Rong Mu was so moved that he said, "It's still my little nephew who knows how much he loves my brother."

Rong Mu lay unceremoniously on Yang Jian's hospital bed, fell asleep immediately as soon as he touched the pillow, and even snored a little.

Yang Jian got under the quilt, adjusted his posture, seemed to feel that the pillows in the hospital were uncomfortable and not high enough, got up again, and then dragged Yang Guang's arm across the pillow, and then lay down again, pillowing on Yang Guang. wide arms.

Yang Guang glanced at Yang Jian who was adjusting his sleeping position, covered him with a quilt, and said, "Go to sleep."

"Father," the little bun Yang Jian said in a childlike voice, "I'll be discharged from the hospital tomorrow, so I'll go to the restaurant for breakfast! Wider and wider! I want to eat barbecued pork buns! Custard buns!"

Sweets again?

Yang Guang raised his eyebrows and said, "Aren't you supportive?"

"Well——" Little Baozi Yang Jian pondered for a while, and said, "A little bit... hold on."

"But..." Little Baozi Yang Jian changed the subject, and said in a childish voice with no logic: "Although I'm very supportive, but... it's nice to have a father."

Yang Guang was taken aback for a moment, then chuckled, and said, "What kind of conjunction and turning point is this? It seems that Father's language level needs to be improved."

In the early morning of the next day, Yang Guang and Yang Jian had a comprehensive examination again, and nothing happened, so Rong Mu was relieved, and everyone was discharged from the hospital.

Gu Senye came to pick them up by car. When passing by a teahouse, Yang Guang suddenly said, "Stop."

Rong Mu asked strangely: "What's wrong?"

Yang Guang said, "I'll take my son to have morning tea."

"Eat morning tea?!" Rong Mu said in shock: "Didn't you eat enough last night's supper? I'm still stuck in my throat."

"Oh—" Little Baozi Yang Jian happily jumped out of the car, and said bouncingly, "It's time for morning tea!"

"Jian'er, don't run, be careful not to fall." Yang Guang got out of the car at the back, and entered the teahouse.

Yang Guang and Yang Jian returned to the company after having morning tea, and everyone in the company was waiting for them.

You Jingchuan said: "Yesterday I suddenly fainted, and the two of us fainted together, so we went to have morning tea today, you are really good at it!"

Little Baozi Yang Jian carried a bag and ran up to You Jingchuan. The little meaty hand picked up the bag and gave it to You Jingchuan on his feet, saying, "You Guoguo's favorite shrimp dumpling!"

You Jingchuan saw it, coughed, and said, "There are shrimp dumplings, then I... I will eat it, thank you."

The little bun Yang Jian showed a sweet smile, and distributed the other morning tea he brought back.

Yang Guang and Yang Jian are fine, so everyone is relieved. Although there were some accidents in yesterday's movie cameo, the filming is simply over, and there is no need for re-shooting.

Yang Guang entered the office, and there were still some documents to be processed, and Rong Mu also went back to work on his backlog.

Rong Mu scratched his ears and cheeks in the office, and said to himself: "Hey, what's the matter with this form? Hiss - he deliberately opposed me, why can't he get it right, ah - it's a mess!"

Rong Mu was scratching his ears and cheeks when the little bun Yang Jian came in with a small leather ball in his arms, tilted his head, and said, "Rong Guoguo, what's wrong with you?"

Rong Mu rumpled his hair, and said: "This form is a mess, I don't know what to press, it just became like this, it seems that I have to do it again..." I did.

Before Rong Mu finished speaking, the little bun Yang Jian had already put the little ball beside him, and then used his hands and feet to climb up the chair with his legs upside down, and climbed up the desk with the chair, and sat on the desk. He tapped the mouse twice.

"Okay?!" Rong Mu said pleasantly: "The form has returned to its original form! My God, you are too good, little nephew, how do you know that you can restore it by pressing this button?"

Little Baozi Yang Jian raised a sweet smile, because...

Yang Jian used to be his own boss, so he knows how to use these forms.

However, Rong Mu would definitely not believe this kind of thing, so he said: "Jian Jian has seen Dad do this before!"

"So that's how it is," Rong Mu said, "That Jian Jian is also very smart."

Yang Jian walked out of the office again holding the little ball, shaking it here and there, then his eyes lit up and he stared at the company's kitchen.

The company has its own kitchen, which is next to the pantry, because sometimes people don’t know what to eat at noon, so they cook some instant noodles, heat up a boxed lunch, etc. Sometimes, if Gu Senye is not busy, he will cook for everyone Order simple to eat.

Everyone has work today. It seems that no one is cooking lunch. He was busy and forgot to order takeaway. The little bun Yang Jian looked up at the kitchen for a while, then put the little ball on the ground, picked up a The small bench entered the kitchen.

In his previous life, Yang Jian had opened a restaurant and served as a boss, so his cooking skills are no problem. Although he has returned to the time when he was five years old in this life, his cooking skills have not been lost.

Xiao Baozi Yang Jian used to make Yangzhou fried rice and spread eggs. Part of the reason is that his parents divorced, his father didn’t care about him, and his mother abused him. So Yang Jian learned to cook early, and part of the reason was because Yang Jian was at that time. Although I haven't recovered my memory yet, I somehow feel that cooking is very familiar.

Xiao Baozi stepped on the chair and looked at the ingredients in the cabinet. There were celery, onions, and carrots.

"Yeah——" Little Baozi Yang Jian pouted, these are dishes that can be placed, so they won't go bad in the company. Gu Senye probably bought them before, but...

"They're all dishes that Guang'er doesn't like."

Because of his birth, Yang Guang is very picky about eating. He doesn't want to eat onions, carrots and celery, but this is the only dish at the moment.

Xiao Baozi had an idea, his eyes were bright and sharp, he took out these dishes and cleaned them, then cut them into small pieces, ready to make curry.

The curry has a strong flavor that overshadows the celery and carrots.

Yang Guang likes to eat curry. The last time he recorded a parent-child program, Xiao Baozi Yang Jian made curry omelet rice. Yang Guang liked it very much.

Yang Jian plans to skip making omelet rice this time, and cook curry rice directly, and then pour thick brushed cheese on top of the curry.

Yang Jian steamed the rice and began to cook curry. While the curry was stewing, he rolled the rice into small round balls with small meat hands, and then pasted seaweed to make ears and eyes. After a little splicing, it became cute Love panda.

Xiao Baozi Yang Jian also made a plate. After the curry is cooked, pour the curry on top, as if covering the red panda with a quilt, and finally pour thick brushed cheese.

"What a smell, it smells so good!" Qiao Anyun was the first to smell the scent. The smell of curry is very rich and overbearing. There is still the mellow aroma of cheese in the air. Mixing it together, it really makes people want to stop.

The little bun came out with a delicious curry rice: "Little brother, let's eat!"

"Curry rice?" Qiao Anyun said in surprise, "It's still panda rice balls, so cute."

Qiao Anyun was the most active in eating, and immediately ran over to help bring out all the curry and rice, and put them on the dining table.

Yang Guang was still in the office when he heard exclamations from outside.

"My God, little nephew, your cooking is really delicious!"

“Spicy curry!”

"The shape is so cute, I can't bear to eat it."

Yang Guang shook his head helplessly, it seems that his father couldn't help but show off his culinary skills?

"Dad! Let's eat!" The little bun Yang Jian's voice urged, Yang Guang stood up, pushed open the office door, and said, "Here we come."

Yang Guang looked down at the curry rice and picked it up with a spoon. Carrots, onions, celery?The three things I dislike the most are all perfectly displayed on the plate.

Yang Jian, the little bun, held up a spoon with curry sauce hanging from his mouth, and said earnestly, "Dad, don't be picky eaters! Picky eaters are not a good boy!"

Yang Guang sighed helplessly, scooped up a spoonful and put it into his mouth. The curry tasted very mellow, and with the addition of cheese, he couldn't taste the taste of celery at all, and the taste was not bad.

"Cum and cum is awesome."

"Yeah, better at cooking than a male god!"

"From now on, let Jianjian take care of our lunch! I can eat this curry rice for a year without getting tired."

Yang Guang sneered and said, "Dream."

Everyone laughed and booed and said, "I feel sorry for my son."

"Child control is a must."

"This is not child control, this is son slave!"

The little bun Yang Jian was eating the curry rice happily. Seeing that Qiao Anyun's plate was empty, he jumped up and said, "Little brother, there is more! Jian Jian will serve you another one!"

Qiao Anyun was a little embarrassed, but it was really delicious, so he nodded, and Yang Jian carried Qiao Anyun's plate into the kitchen again.

Yang Guang glanced at the kitchen, stood up, and walked in.

Yang Jian was cushioning a small chair and pouring curry sauce into the plate. Yang Guang leaned beside him and said leisurely: "Father, first it was the form of the office system, and now it is curry rice. It is very difficult for the father to show off like this. Easy to spot."

Little Baozi Yang Jian blinked his big eyes and said, "What did you find? Kesu... I am Jian Jianya!"

Yang Guang said: "Be careful that others think it is strange."

Yang Jian, the little bun, puffed out his small chest, and said, "I'm just a child! And... I'm surrounded by my father!"

Yang Guang: "..." I finally understand what it means to be malicious and cute.

"Father!" Yang Jian called very kindly, and said, "After curry in a while, let's go buy cakes, shall we?"

Yang Guang was helpless for a while, and said: "I had supper yesterday, morning tea in the morning, curry at noon, and you want to eat cake in the afternoon?"