The group pet green tea dressed as cannon fodder really young master

Wen Cha lives in Wen's house now.

The reason why Wen Leshui said "Dad said to have a meal together" was to inform Wen Rong to arrange the time in advance.

As an out-and-out workaholic, Wen Rong has a flat in the city center and an apartment next to the company. He usually lives there and rarely goes home.

Wen Cha joined, and there are currently five members of the Wen family, Wen's father, Wen Xingsheng, and Wen's mother, Xue Mei.But Xue Mei is still abroad and unable to come back, so there are only four people eating.

After Wen Cha came here, he fell ill and didn't get along with his cheap father very much.

But Wen Xingchang is an out-and-out scumbag father in the original book. To be precise, he gave all his father's love to Wen Leshui, and Wen Cha and even Wen Rong have never caught his eyes.

When the warm tea came out with the bowls and chopsticks, the other three people were already sitting at the dining table.Wen Leshui was next to Wen Xingsheng, holding each other's arms, smiling and acting like a spoiled child, acting like a loving father and a filial son.Wen Rong, who was sitting across from them, seemed to be accustomed to such a scene, and lowered his head to deal with the work on the phone.

He swept the teacups in front of the three of them, well, they were all empty.

Seeing Wen Cha coming out of the kitchen, three pairs of eyes fell on him.

He stayed with the warm tea and walked forward as usual.

The housekeeper Wang Ma brought out the food from behind, smiling kindly: "It's all made by the young master, come and taste it, it's delicious."

Wen Cha cooperated with showing a shy smile.

Wen Rong frowned slightly: "Get more rest, you don't have to worry about these things."

Wen Xingchang put on a fatherly face: "You don't need to go into the kitchen."

See, if they are similar, the former hides concern, while the latter completely dislikes it.

Wen Leshui added with a smile: "Xiaocha's illness is just right, you have to pay attention to your health, father and brother also care about you, but the tone is a bit harsh, don't mind."

Wen Cha's lips curled up to indicate that he knew, and he lowered his eyebrows and focused on serving the dishes.

In his previous life, he was good at eating, drinking and having fun. Few of his peers know that he has good cooking skills, and he plans to show it off today.

The white soup of pickled fresh milk is bubbling, and the fresh and tender bamboo shoots are full of juice, and the tongue is full of umami taste.

The brine is dotted on the neatly stacked tofu, which is shiny.The braised pork is bright in color and crispy.

Wang Ma introduced from the side: "Xiaocha got up early today and stayed in the kitchen without going out. She has been preparing for a long time! And this kid's handicraft is very good, you should try it."

After Wen Cha came to the Wen family due to illness, the servants of the Wen family had the most contact with them. Wang Ma often took care of him and reciprocated. After Wen Cha recovered from her illness, she helped her develop several dishes. .All in all, as long as Wen Cha wants to attack, there is no one he can't attack.It was unintentional, but it was only later that he found out that Wang Ma was an old man brought by Wen's mother Xue Mei from Xue's family.

Wen Cha followed Mama Wang's words and added, hurriedly waved his hands, pinching the corners of his clothes uneasily; "I heard that my family's taste is mild, so I prepared these dishes. I don't know if you like them."

Wen Xingsheng seemed indifferent to these words.

Wen Rong noticed the anxiety in Wen Cha's words, and couldn't help but soften his heart: "Sit down."

He picked up the chopsticks to save face, planning to eat a few more mouthfuls if it didn't taste good, so as to reassure the nervous teenager.

As soon as the tofu was delivered to the mouth and melted in his mouth, Wen Rong's movements froze all of a sudden.The light sweet bean aroma mixed with the salty aroma of the marinade is not weird at all, but it goes well together.

Wen Rong didn't hesitate any more, he buried his head in the cooking to prove his preference, and there was only the sound of chewing on the table for a while.

Wen Xingsheng suddenly spat out: "Bah! What did you do! Why is it so unpalatable!"

Everyone put down their chopsticks and looked at him in surprise, warm tea hurriedly handed over a glass of water.

Wen Xingsheng hurried over to Gulu to send it in, and in the next second it all spewed out, hurting the courteous Wen Leshui beside him, and Wen Rong frowned calmly and moved away.

Wen Xingsheng got three hot blisters in his mouth, and cursed: "You are crazy! Such hot water! Are you trying to kill me!"

Wen Cha apologized aggrievedly: "I'm sorry Dad, I didn't mean it, I was too anxious and didn't pay attention..."

Wen Xingsheng's face turned black and red, and the whole old house was filled with his inarticulate roar: "The food is unpalatable, and things can't be done well, you idiot!"

"The food is bad?" Wen Rong asked silently.

I don't blame him for straying from the main point. The main reason is that when you face an elder who has lost his image and yells at him and a younger brother who is weak and full of guilt, you will always unconsciously lean towards the latter.

And the point is, he has never eaten such a delicious meal!

"Isn't it?" Wen Xingsheng cursed, but couldn't hear something wrong in Wen Rong's tone, "It's like it's broken, it's disgusting."

What he didn't say was that he always felt a toilet smell.

???

of course not.

This time even Wen Leshui was embarrassed. Even if he didn't like warm tea, he had to admit that Wen tea was good at cooking, and he was so close to Wen Xingsheng that he vaguely smelled something bad in Wen Xingsheng's mouth. The stench, like the smelly stones in a cesspit, is about to suffocate.

He held his breath, handed the water glass to Wen Xingsheng's mouth, and said tactfully, "Dad, drink more cold water."

Shut up the fuck and stop talking!

The atmosphere on the table suddenly dropped to freezing point, Wen Rong lost interest in eating, received the chopsticks, and set his eyes on Wen Cha.

The boy who was still in high spirits now lowered his head silently, but the spotlight above his head exposed the tear stains on his cheeks.

He rubbed his fingers on the suit twice, wanting to reach out and pat the boy's head to comfort him, but he hesitated.

Wen Xingsheng, who had poured a bottle of cold water on the other side, burped, drawing Wen Leshui away with a livid face. He didn't pay attention, and said to Wen Cha in disgust: "As expected, you came from the countryside, I haven't seen you before." Such a stupid person."

The boy buried his head lower, his shoulders trembling slightly.

Wen Rong raised his chopsticks and picked up a small piece of fish meat. Even though it was cold, it was still delicious, and the sauce on it was very appetizing.The scald marks on the back of the hand that the boy deliberately concealed and the slightly nervous expression flashed in his mind.

Wen Xingsheng was still cursing.

Who is out of their minds?

Wen Rong took a deep breath and held back his anger: "Dad, you should rest more recently, you can go to the hospital if you have time."

Wen Xingsheng's eyes widened: "What do you mean? I'm not sick, so why bother?"

Wen Rong said bluntly: "Whatever, do a physical examination or see a brain doctor. Anyway, don't come to the company for the time being, the company doesn't want idiots."

Wen Xingsheng:? ? ? ! ! !

The flames of war spread between the two father and son, Wen Xingsheng pointed the finger at Wen Rong, and of course Wen Leshui unconditionally supported Wen Xingsheng, his golden thigh in this family.What they were discussing had nothing to do with warm tea for the time being, so he could only exit sadly, and slowly left the kitchen to the room on the second floor.

The quarrel behind him came, only Wen Xingsheng kept venting, and finally he slapped the table hard: "Wen Rong! You turned against you!"

Wen Cha pricked up his ears, waiting for Wen Rong's reaction.

Wen Rong was silent for a few seconds, then said solemnly: "Dad, you have bad breath."

"Let's go to the dentistry department again."

Wen Xingsheng: ...

Wen Cha hurried back to the room, closed the door and buried himself in the soft quilt, wiped away the wet tears on his face, trembling uncontrollably——

Laugh out loud.

Of course there is no problem with the food, but the problem is the tea.In his previous life, Wen Cha played with those dudes to tease cats and dogs, and he often invented some tricks. He discovered that a certain kind of tea mixed with a special marinade was like a fart gas bomb.When he came to this world and met Wen Xingsheng for the first time, of course he had to give him a big gift.

For the original body, Wen Xingsheng is an out-and-out father of barbecued pork. Ever since he knew the existence of the original body, he didn't want to recognize it. , attacking the original owner in all aspects, making the original distorted character even more extreme.In the end, Yuanshen knelt down in front of him and wanted to ask for forgiveness to go back to Wen's house, but the char siu sneered and left Yuanshen with a mouthful of car exhaust.When he heard the news of Yuanshen's death, Char Siew was rushing about for Wen Leshui's wedding, so he even said "unlucky" in disgust, telling people not to mention Yuanshen's name again, so as not to affect the mood of his precious son's happy event.

Warm tea is green tea, and it’s true that I like to hug my thighs, but green tea also has the bottom line of green tea. Barbecued pork is not suitable for drinking tea, you should eat pig scum.

He stretched out his hand, and the red spots on the skin on the back of his hand were particularly glaring. Wang Ma in front of him sighed distressedly at the back of his hand where the oil was splashed, and the elder brother obviously noticed it too.

Very good, today's goal is all achieved.

Warm tea walked into the bathroom, picked up the makeup remover, poured it on your hand, and rinsed it under the faucet for a while. The water droplets stained your fair skin, and there was a glimmer of light under the light. There were no scars.

Putting one of the Asian magic tricks without makeup, who would really foolishly use bitter tricks.

He was about to go to the table and take out skin care products to make a hand mask when suddenly there were several knocks on the door.

"Who?" Wen Cha asked.

"It's me." Wen Rong's deep and indifferent voice seemed to be recognizable with icicles in his voice, "I'm here to bring you burn ointment."

Warm tea: ...