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It turns out that I'm sorry is not only related to grades, but also the self-blame of the young captain.

Auntie smiled kindly, and had no prejudice against young Internet addicts:

"Xiaozhuo is the most special. He is the only high-achieving student in the team. He was a sophomore at the time. It is said that learning can be learned at any time, and those who want to learn can even learn when they are old, but ordinary people may only have one chance to realize their dreams, and if they can't grasp it, can't they regret it for a lifetime?"

Yu Wenqiu was taken aback.

The aunt said: "I think this child is worthy of being a high-achieving student, and he is more transparent than many adults. Hey, at that time, my daughter was quarreling with me when she filled out the application for the college entrance examination. I listened to Xiaozhuo's words and told my daughter , you can learn whatever you want, and your mother will always support you."

Ordinary parents must have expectations for their children like Auntie, let alone a talented student like Zhuo Jie.

Yu Wenqiu secretly scolded Zhuo Jie for pretending to be illiterate, and while thinking about it, he admired it:

"Is Zhuo Jie's family having trouble?"

The aunt waved her hand: "The child is away from home to study in college, and the parents are also on vacation. Do you know how his parents knew that he had dropped out of school? One year his parents went on a trip and passed by the city where he was studying, and then they thought of themselves. There was also a son who stopped by to see him and found that his son was no longer in school. However, his parents were very open-minded, and they accepted it not long after. If you want to say that this family is the most pessimistic, it must be Xiaowan's family. "

Yu Wenqiu subconsciously: "Wan Dui's parents..."

Before he finished talking, he glanced at the camera behind him as if returning to his senses.

Yu Wenqiu paused: "Ah, forget it, I don't ask this."

Auntie likes Yu Wenqiu's carefulness very much.

She turned her head away from the camera and lowered her voice slightly:

"Xiao Wan's parents are both doctors and professors. They hope that Xiao Wan can inherit the mantle and contribute to the country. I don't want to talk too much about anything else. You and Xiao Wan have a good relationship. If you want to know anything, just ask him directly, Xiao Wan. His temper is actually pretty good."

The small scissors in Yu Wenqiu's hand stopped and was pricked by the thorns on the shrimp's head.

No one had expected anything from him growing up, and he didn't know what it was like.

But the word "hope" suddenly weighed heavily on his heart, leaving him no time to feel happy about the inexplicable sentence "you and him have a good relationship".

He felt sorry for Wan Sui beyond his capacity.

How much you like it, can you survive those days of internal and external troubles?

The team members got up late, and Yu Wenqiu and his aunt were going to cook two or three time-consuming dishes.

He wanted to eat at one o'clock, but Wan Sui went downstairs at eleven o'clock.

"Auntie, is there anything to eat?"

Wan Sui's voice sounded outside the kitchen door, and the aunt hurriedly raised the volume and said, "Oh, it's so early today? I didn't make breakfast separately, and there's a lot of food in the kitchen, so you choose to eat it yourself."

Wan Sui walked into the kitchen and was taken aback when he saw the busy Yu Wenqiu: "Are you cooking?"

"Ah, um." Behind Yu Wenqiu came the sound of slippers being lazily pulled on the floor, and it was Wan Sui who approached behind him.He quickly wiped his hands on the apron, and turned his head, "Auntie has been helping me, and I didn't have time to make breakfast, you...are you hungry?"

Wan Sui glanced at the Lin Lang ingredients on the table, really didn't know what he should eat casually, so he didn't move, and replied:

"A bit."

Yu Wenqiu looked at the processed fresh shrimp and whispered:

"Then I'll steam an egg for you."

Wan Sui was a little surprised: "Forget it, don't bother you, you can be busy."

"No trouble, this is very fast," Yu Wenqiu was a little anxious, and inexplicably depressed, his voice became even softer, "Just 10 minutes, it will be done in 10 minutes... okay?"

Wan Sui looked into his eyes and suddenly exaggeratedly felt that it would be unreasonable to say "no" at this time.

So Wan Sui paused and said, "That's hard work for you?"

Yu Wenqiu frowned and hummed.

Wan Sui didn't leave either.

He leaned aside with interest, serving as a distraction but not an eyesore.

Yu Wenqiu seemed to be much happier than just now. He hummed an unknown tune, picked a few big and fat fresh shrimps, peeled off the shrimp lines, and sliced ​​a washed and soaked shiitake mushroom.

In the twenty years since Wan Sui lived, he has seen two people who can crack eggs with one hand. One is an aunt who has been cooking at the base for ten years, and the second is Yu Wenqiu.

It seems that he can do anything with the right hand of the mouse so skillfully and deftly.

It's just that he paused for some reason in the middle of beating the eggs, put down the chopsticks in his hand, wiped his hands, trotted to the outer hall, and took the camera away.

Wan Sui took the opportunity to ask his aunt, "What happened to him?"

Wan Sui just woke up and was too lazy to think, but he also knew that this show must be Yu Wenqiu's script arrangement, so he didn't ask Yu Wenqiu why he was cooking.

Although I make breakfast for myself...it's really good.

It's not like the kind of obedient one who pleases.

But Wan Sui felt that at a certain moment just now, he seemed a little dull...or depressed.

"What's the matter?" The aunt didn't pay attention, "Xiaoqiu? He's cooking lunch for you. He's been busy all morning. The manager knows, so he won't tell you."

"Well," the aunt almost watched Wan Sui grow up, so Wan Sui talked to her more casually and kindly, and he changed the way of asking, "What are you talking about?"

The aunt said: "Let's talk about you guys. He knows you very well, doesn't he like you very much? By the way, speaking of Xiao Zhuo's family, I mentioned you, but he didn't let me go on. Maybe he thought you didn't make it public. I have talked about private matters, and asking rashly will make you unhappy."

Wan Sui recalled the camera that Yu Wenqiu took away just now, and he could almost imagine the expression on his aunt's face when she said in front of the camera that this was not easy and that was hard work.

He laughed: "You will hurt us."

You don't need to think about how many fans will love you after the material is broadcast.

The aunt rolled her eyes: "Don't point at you? Come on, let's go out."

Wan Sui stretched out his hand and squeezed his aunt's shoulder twice, but he refused to leave.

Yu Wenqiu turned back quickly, holding only a carton of milk in his hand.

He cut open the paper box, poured some water into the egg bowl, beat the egg quickly, and slowly poured it into the cup that my aunt used to hold the soup, and dipped the sliced ​​shiitake mushrooms and peeled shrimp into it , ordered two drops of sesame oil, covered it, and steamed it in a pot.

Wan Sui suddenly felt a little empty in his stomach, and approached without thinking:

"hungry."

Yu Wenqiu's ears were itchy, and his tone softened, as if coaxing people:

"Immediately...soon, wait a minute."

Wan Sui has never been taken care of by someone younger than himself, so it feels very novel.

He raised his hand, removed the straw on the milk carton, inserted it into the notch, and brought the remaining half of the carton of milk to Yu Wenqiu's mouth and took a sip:

"Well, I'm waiting."

Yu Wenqiu looked away from Wan Sui's eyes for two seconds, but was a little embarrassed by Wan Sui's look of waiting to be fed:

"Waiting...here?"

"Oh," Wan Sui held back his smile, feeling that he was a little silly, so he took the milk and left politely, "Wait outside."

***

When Just went downstairs, he smelled the fresh fragrance, and went straight to the kitchen, passing by the outer hall on the way, where Wan Sui was putting away his phone and picking up the spoon.

Just leaned over and took a look: "Have egg custard this morning? Oh, yo, there are shrimps, they are so big, sure enough, the treatment is different when the little idol comes, I will also take a bowl, it is so delicious .”

Wan Sui didn't speak, but gave him a loving look.

Just: "?"

Just was confused by Wan Sui's eyes, so he simply lost his mind.

He walked into the kitchen: "Contestant Jiumi, are you here to beg for food? Auntie, I want a bowl of egg custard too."

Auntie could only give him a loving look.

Just: "?"

The aunt said: "There is no egg custard. There are so many foods in the kitchen, you can choose some yourself, don't eat too much, and have lunch later."

"No," Just said displeased, "Then Long Live is sitting outside eating egg custard, we don't like to have a small stove at home, auntie—"

The aunt ignored Just's coquettishness and pointed at Yu Wenqiu:

"Then ask him to make you another bowl."

Just: "?"

Contestant Jiumi put down the kitchen knife in his hand, turned around and sneered: "Contestant Just, are you here to beg for food?"

Just: "..."

Special mother's.

Yu Wenqiu is ruthless, it is impossible to make another bowl for Juste.

Therefore, in order to spare his stomach to taste Yu Wenqiu's handiwork, Jia Si Te, who was hit hard, had to go back to the outer hall to eat a small cake that was not as big as a fist.

——And he silently watched Zhuo Jie and Mi Hu walk into the kitchen side by side, begging for egg custard but failed, and witnessed the whole process of them sitting back at the table without a word.

Bathed in the complicated eyes of his family members, Long Live Lord took his last bite slowly and wiped his mouth with a paper.

Just sour: "Is the love breakfast made by little idol delicious?"

"It's delicious." Wan Sui was in a happy mood, "I'm going to wash the dishes."

Zhuo Jie complained: "God, wash the dishes, do you share the dish soap and hand sanitizer with you?"

With a disdainful expression on his face, Wan Sui went into the kitchen to prove himself.

Ten seconds later, he was kicked out again, holding back a smile and saying:

"He said to put the bowls in the sink, and after lunch, I'll let you wash them up."

Yimihu with such a good temper: "...Damn."

"I advise you to stop your persecution, we will record and expose your crimes," Zhuo Jie and Jia Si Te worked together to set up the camera Yu Wenqiu threw outside, pointing the lens at the leisurely Wan Sui, "Hu Bao Is it still your favorite cub?"

Long live Lord thoughtfully, after three seconds of silence:

"Now it's Qiubao."

Hu Bao understandably started today's chatter.

When all the family members are present, the table can start when the dishes are placed on the table.

Yu Wenqiu stewed sour radish and old duck soup in a casserole, and specially made the prawns baked in salt to avoid the appearance of grievances on Juste's face.

He and his aunt joined hands, steamed a pot of steamed pork with vermicelli, stewed a pot of raw jelly pork ribs, cooked a plate of assorted braised fish, served half a side of chicken with cold salad, and made a fatty beef roll in tomato sauce with beef slices wrapped in enoki mushrooms.

Finally, the aunt served two fried vegetables: "It's ready, let's eat."

Diao Cihang held up the camera to take close-up shots one by one, full of praise:

"Chinese New Year?"

Just picked up a prawn with bright eyes, but suddenly the light in his eyes dimmed again:

"Long Live Lord ate the big shrimps that Qiu Bao peeled the shells himself..."

Yu Wenqiu snorted proudly.

This afternoon, the family members entered the training room with full belches and stomachs.

Yu Wenqiu followed behind Wansui, and took another box of drinks at the door, intending to quietly put it on Wansui's table, but Wansui caught him.

Wan Sui put his hands on his stomach and gently rubbed it, helplessly:

"Qiu Bao, if you raise a pig, you have to let the pig rest for a while when it's tired - I can't drink anymore."

Yu Wenqiu paused, and then tried to suppress the corners of his mouth that were trying to rise wildly:

"...Oh, then I'll drink it myself."