Infatuation is the most boring

The second day of Zhou Mingkai's stay at my house was Saturday, so our alarm clocks were all turned off. When we woke up, it was already past twelve noon, and both of us woke up from hunger.

When I woke up, Zhou Mingkai was playing with his mobile phone. When he saw me opening my eyes in a daze, the first thing he asked was: "What do you want to eat later?"

"Let's see what's in the refrigerator later, go out to eat if there's nothing there," I said as I rolled over and got out of bed, I didn't bother to change my clothes, I just put on my slippers and went out.

Holding a chicken coop on my head, I first looked in the refrigerator. There were a lot of ingredients, including eggs, vegetables, tofu, and pork ribs. I figured that I could still eat it if I made it casually, so I went to the bathroom to wash up.

Zhou Mingkai, who was at the stall where I went back to the bedroom to change clothes, also got up and went to the bathroom to wash up. He also made my bed very snugly. It seemed that he was a person who usually paid attention to this aspect, unlike me, who seldom made the quilt.

"There is a disposable toothbrush at the sink, you can use mine," I stood in the living room and shouted to the bathroom, "The blue one is still wet."

Zhou Mingkai was still tinkering inside. I was thinking about how to cook when I heard the sound of a key opening the door. When I looked up, I saw my dad coming in with a bag containing a drawing board.

"Wow, wow, you're finally home," I was very excited. My dad hasn't been home since my summer vacation. It's been more than two months now, and my mom is obviously angry.

"It took a long time to go this time." My dad went straight to the studio to put down the drawing board. When he came out, he bumped into Zhou Mingkai. He had never seen Zhou Mingkai before, and asked, "This is..."

"My deskmate is Zhou Mingkai," I introduced. "He has good grades, especially in English. Teacher Lin likes him the most."

At first, Zhou Mingkai didn't think that my dad would come back at this time, and he was a little at a loss, but he was born and raised, and immediately greeted him with a smile: "Hello, Uncle Xu, I heard Xu Jiayang say that you are a great painter, and even Mr. Lin I appreciate you very much, I finally see you, my name is Zhou Mingkai."

My dad seemed to have a good impression of Zhou Mingkai. After hearing his flattery, he smiled slightly and said, "Don't listen to this brat bragging. What a great painter, he just paints for a living."

"I called my mom back, she misses you every day," I leaned over to my dad and whispered, "She's very angry, you haven't come home for two months, when was it so long before?"

I don't know if it's my illusion, when I mentioned my mother, my father frowned almost imperceptibly, but he recovered quickly, and then looked at me and said: "Isn't she also going home every day? Do you know how to play mahjong? It doesn’t matter if I come back or not? Don’t call her, she will come back when it’s time to go home.”

I said something else, and my dad smiled and said, "Haven't you eaten yet? What do you want to eat? I'll make it for you. Xiao Zhou, what do you usually like to eat?"

Zhou Mingkai sat on the sofa obediently, and said, "Uncle, I'm not picky about food, so I'm fine."

I know better than anyone whether Zhou Mingkai is picky or not, and I know better than anyone else what my dad's cooking skills are. I looked at my dad and said, "Are you sure? My mother can't raise you well I can wash it, what can you do?"

"You know how to wash?" My dad raised an eyebrow and asked me.

I was at a loss for words, so my dad went into the kitchen, opened the refrigerator to look for ingredients, and then washed and chopped vegetables, washed rice and cooked very naturally, without the fuss and confusion I imagined.

I leaned against the kitchen door and watched my dad cleaning the ribs. The hands I have only seen with a paintbrush are also very fluent in washing the ribs. "Dad, you really know how to do it?"

My dad looked up at me and said, "Of course, go to the living room and watch TV with your classmates."

At that time, I really didn't think much and went back to the living room to watch the movie channel with Zhou Mingkai. I didn't feel anything wrong at all, but some things were actually foreseeable.Since my parents got married, my mother has deeply implemented the principle of keeping her men away from the kitchen, and let my father's precious hands of artists never come up with anything other than paintbrushes for so many years.

But at this moment, he picked up the ribs with a kitchen knife very naturally.

Zhou Mingkai and I are watching the movie channel, "Young Huang Feihong", which is a classic action movie, Zhou Mingkai seems to like it very much and watches it seriously.

After "Youth Huang Feihong" was finished, there was a short advertisement, and then it was "Farewell My Concubine" starring Leslie Cheung. When the title sounded, I was so excited that I almost jumped up, pulled Zhou Mingkai's arm and said: "My idol! My idol ! This movie is my favorite, I’ve seen it once before, it’s old art!”

Zhou Mingkai was not interested, he had never been interested in literary films, but fortunately he liked Leslie Cheung, so he didn't feel distracted while watching.

I have always liked the boy who played the young Dieyi in "Farewell My Concubine", but I never knew who that actor was.

"The rhythm of this movie is not tight enough," Zhou Mingkai said, "It feels... It also tests the patience of the viewers."

Everyone doesn't like someone saying that what they like is not good enough, and so do I. After hearing Zhou Mingkai's comment, I would look at him and say, "You know X!"

As soon as the words fell, my dad came out from the kitchen with rib soup. After hearing my swearing, the soup taught me before putting down the table: "If Xu Jiayang lets me hear you swearing again, you won't have to eat!"

I made a movement of zipping my mouth shut.

My dad made three dishes and one soup, which is just enough for three people, and each dish tastes good, moderately salty, not too greasy, very appetizing, even Zhou Mingkai is full of praise.

"My dad couldn't even estimate the water in the rice cooker before," I couldn't help complaining.

My dad put a piece of spare ribs in my bowl and said, "You're the only one who can tear things apart, and you can't stop your mouth even when you're eating."

My dad and I were talking to each other, and Zhou Mingkai said when we met, "You guys really have a good relationship. My dad is usually very serious, basically he doesn't smile."

"He just didn't express it. Where is a father who doesn't love his children," my dad went on to say, "I can only recognize people like my family's Jiayang."

Zhou Mingkai was amused, and I was extremely proud: "Who made me the Xu family's little sun!"

You are right, there is no father who does not love his children.

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