Dressed as a fake young master, I tear up the script

Xia Xingqiao picked up the spoon and held it in his hand again.

He looked into Xia Siran's eyes, smiled bravely, and said:

"Fourth, fourth brother, what are you talking about, am I not Xia Xingqiao or who?"

Xia Siran folded his arms, frowned and looked at Xia Xingqiao.

Just when Xia Xingqiao was almost discouraged by his stare, he suddenly heard Xia Siran slapping the table hard.

"You are not Xiao Wu I know anymore, when did you learn to cook?"

As Xia Siran said, he picked up his chopsticks to pick up another dish, "I haven't eaten such an authentic home-cooked dish outside for a long time! Let me tell you, Xiao Wu, if you don't pass the college entrance examination, go to open a restaurant. Fourth brother will definitely Go to cheer you on."

Xia Xingqiao: "..."

Xia Xingqiao's expression was a bit indescribable, and he said with difficulty: "Thank you, I think I can still pass the exam."

To be honest, if my mental quality was a little bit worse just now, I would probably have died on the spot.

Can you stop panting so much when you speak, brother!

And Xia Siran still felt that his thoughts just now were very wise, he insisted: "Isn't there a saying that closes a window for you and opens a door for you..."

"When God closes a door for you, he will surely open a window for you?"

"That's right, that's right. Although my brother is willing to support you all the time, he must have an interest. Let the boss and the others see it, even if there are only two of us in the family, how about we are scumbags? I'm not the same this time. Bringing back the Grand Slam trophy."

Xia Xingqiao: "..."

He seemed to suddenly understand why the relationship between Xia Siran and the original body was pretty good, so it turned out to be a group of scumbags? ?

Xia Xingqiao didn't know how to tell Xia Siran that his grades were still good, and that there might be "bad news" that Xia Siran was the only student in the family...

Maybe Xia Siran had been staying abroad some time ago, and it was true that he hadn’t eaten such authentic Chinese food for a long time as he said, and he finally ate all the dishes on the table.

After eating and drinking, Xia Siran leaned back in his chair contentedly, and couldn't help being curious about when Xia Xingqiao learned such a good cooking skill.

"I learned it when I was at home. You are not at home, so you may not know."

Xia Xingqiao said calmly, he feels that he is becoming more and more proficient in saying such things now QAQ

Xia Siran, who finally got the answer, scratched his head, suddenly feeling a little uncomfortable.

He is not the kind of careful person, it is difficult to know what other people are thinking, but he was very busy before, so he really didn't pay much attention to Xiao Wu.

So Xia Siran stood up and offered to help Xia Xingqiao clean up the dining table.

"I'll come, I'll help you clean up."

Xia Xingqiao watched as Xia Siran stacked the dinner plates skillfully and walked towards the kitchen with them.

Although I suddenly had a bad premonition in my heart.

But it should be... no problem, right?

"Xiao Wu, put these directly into the dishwasher, hey - I dare not!"

Hearing two crisp sounds of broken porcelain from the kitchen, Xia Xingqiao's forehead twitched: "..."

Then Xia Siran, who accidentally broke two white porcelain bowls and a plate that Xia Xingqiao had just bought, was kicked out of the kitchen by Xia Xingqiao with a black face.

Xia Siran's hands were covered with foam, and with a sorry smile on his face, he turned his head and shouted at Xia Xingqiao as he walked out:

"Xiao Wu, tomorrow I want to eat pork ribs! And braised prawns!"

"Know it."

Xia Xingqiao looked helpless, but her mood somehow improved.

It seems not bad to have such a big brother?