The child twitched and wanted to say it but was too embarrassed to say it. It was really cute. Xia Sheng touched his head and asked patiently, "Does the baby want to eat buns?"
Xia Sheng blushed at the child's little face, and said awkwardly, "Yes, but Dad said he won't make dinner for dinner."
Xia Sheng squatted down and said slowly: "But why did your father tell me, it's because you think that sauce is not delicious, so he stopped making rice."
"Do I have to use that sauce to make buns?" Mr. Kang said in his heart that he was a child.
"Yeah, that's the sauce your grandma made by herself, it's specially used for making rice."
"Okay then." President Kang imitated the tone of the children's words during the day, as if he had compromised on a very important matter, and said, "Okay then, I'll listen to you."
The more Yue Qin and the more listening outside, the more he felt that his son was really being treated differently.
As soon as he came to his mother, he was a soft-spoken little cutie. Is this still the little guy in front of him
Inside, Xia Sheng was still talking: "Is the pork belly made by Dad delicious?"
President Kang lowered his head: "It's delicious."
"Then Dad has worked so hard to cook delicious dishes for us, what should we say?"
"I'll give you a salary at the end of the month." Mr. Kang, the capitalist, said.
Xia Sheng was stunned for a moment, and couldn't help laughing out loud: "Dad doesn't need your salary, Dad needs you to respect the fruits of his labor."
President Kang looked at Xia Sheng, don't you think that paying salary is the most beautiful language
"I have to tell my father that it's hard work, you know?"
"I know, Dad has worked hard."
"Why is the baby so smart." Xia Sheng led his son out to find Yue Qin.
Yue Qin was confused, did his wife make up the lessons behind her back? The name of the subject is "The User Manual for Kangkang After Turning into a Gifted Child"
Mr. Kang is very awkward. He has never said such a thing to anyone. He was brought in front of a big man. Expedient measures, expedient measures, when he returned to his body, as long as he didn't say it, no one would know what happened. been through such a thing.
The living room is not large, and it is also covered with a white foam carpet, with warm light on the top, filling the entire living room.
Mr. Kang saw the big man standing on the other side and pretended to say, "Baby doesn't like making the sauce for the rice, so we can't eat the rice tonight."
The pretentiousness of the performance and the stupid tone of the voice are simply unbelievable.
Mr. Kang said in his heart that he was definitely much more real than him when he acted.
Xia Sheng stood at the door of the study, watching the child turn his head, as if he didn't want to move.
Xia Sheng nodded and encouraged him: "Go quickly and tell Dad well."
At this time, the child walked up to his father with his short legs, lowered his head, and took back his previous words: "I lied to you, but it's actually delicious."
I don't know why, but I didn't feel so uncomfortable when I said this sentence, but there was a sense of relief.
President Kang had never tried bowing his head before, this was his first time bowing his head.
"Really?"
"real."
The big dad suddenly picked up the child: "Come on, dad will teach you how to make rice!"
President Kang turned around and wanted to say that he didn't want to study, but his cheap mother had already returned to the study.
Mr. Kang didn't know much about the so-called rice buns. He was an authentic southerner, and bao rice was eaten in the northeast.
Yueqin is an out-and-out Northeastern Han.
At this moment, the big man was wearing a black apron and brought down the steamed potatoes. The man took every step very seriously, and his movements were neither rushed nor slow, as if everything was ready in his chest.
Mr. Kang realized with hindsight that this man never seemed to panic, but kept his calm and composure all the time.
Mr. Kang remembered that in the past few days, he went shopping with the man every day, and the man could still remember every day that he wanted to buy the freshest vegetables.
It was not the life of the poor he had imagined.
Yueqin peeled the steamed potatoes, put them into a big bowl, took a large spoon from the side, and handed it to his son: "Baby, Dad needs you to mash the potatoes."
Mr. Kang had already stuffed a big spoon in his hand, and the big bowl with potatoes was placed in front of him.
What more can he say
Mr. Kang could only sit on the small bench and start to grind potatoes into mashed potatoes.
Yueqin crushed the pork belly with the back of the knife, and the fried peanuts next to it gave off a strong aroma.
Mr. Kang swallowed his saliva. Why didn't he find so many delicious food before
Yue Qin saw him gulping. It was so cute. He put on disposable gloves, took a bowl, and scooped two spoons out of the mashed potatoes that his son was grinding.
Then I added two spoons of rice, fried peanuts, egg drop sauce, pork belly, and after stirring evenly, I took out three blanched cabbage leaves.
Wrap the well-stirred bibimbap with cabbage leaves.
Mr. Kang was doing child labor honestly, grinding the mashed potatoes finely, and as a result, an emerald green cabbage appeared in front of him.
"Get one for your mother."
"Take it yourself."
"Bring this to my mother, and when you come back, you can eat the rest of this bun."
President Kang took the small bowl and ran towards the study room.
After a while, Mr. Kang ran out and said, "She said it was delicious, let me tell you, she loves you."
You are separated by a total of two doors, and you still need a messenger. Isn't it really intentional to call people
The big man laughed so much that the whole kitchen was full of sweetness. Mr. Kang felt goosebumps from the sour smell of love, and he didn't forget to ask for his own reward: "My meal!"
Yueqin handed his son's wrapped rice to his son, and took one for himself. The two of them took a bite. The fragrance of cabbage, the meaty aroma of pork belly, the aroma of the secret sauce, and the taste of mashed potatoes were delicious. I want to ask my previous chef, why didn't he cook something so delicious before
After Yue Qin finished eating, he saw his son and looked at him, and in his big eyes, it was considered that there was no contempt.
"It's delicious, isn't it?" Yue Qin was happy.
The child nodded obediently, like a tamed puppy, with the words in his eyes that he still wanted to eat.
"Hurry up and grind mashed potatoes." Yue Qin patted his son's head, but he didn't have any time to cultivate the relationship between father and son.
President Kang immediately sat back on the small bench, picked up the spoon, and began to grind mashed potatoes.
The kitchen was suddenly filled with the atmosphere of a working worker, and it was almost time to sing a labor song.
The big capitalist crushed two bowls of mashed potatoes before realizing that he was a coolie
It's okay, when he returns to his body later, as long as he doesn't say anything, who can know about these things
Yue Qin was actually looking at his son secretly, and when his son crushed two bowls of mashed potatoes and showed him a little proudly, Yue Qin couldn't help but sincerely praise: "Baby is awesome, he's better than his father when he was young. Mashed potatoes are so much better."
The child puffed out his chest proudly, of course, he was grinding mashed potatoes for him with millions of working hands every minute!
The author has something to say: In fact, it is good for children to do a little housework within their ability.
Mr. Kang: Well, from now on, I am also a migrant worker!