When receiving the call from Zheng Siqi, Qiao Fengtian was simmering a pot of small steak. The pineapple I bought yesterday was half-ripe, too sour and too astringent to eat raw, so Qiao Fengtian cut it into small pieces and cooked them together. The bottom of the pot is a caramel bottom cooked with cold oil and rock sugar. With pineapple, it should be the sweet and sour taste that children like to eat.
Staring at the unknown number, I felt a bit familiar, and I pressed the answer button after watching it for two seconds.
Zheng Siqi's tone was as usual, but he could hear a bit of anger in his words. The two of them talked a few words, and Qiao Fengtian held the phone hilariously, only then did he realize that Zheng Yu, the little girl, lied to his father and lied to himself.
"Is it convenient for me to go there now?" Zheng Siqi, "Can you give me the house number?"
"… 105 in Building 13."
Qiao Fengtian put the rice cooker liner containing Bai Yingying rice on the dining table, stirred it twice with a rice shovel, then bent his fingers and tapped on the table. After sending a signal, Zheng Yu and Xiao Wuzi seemed to be feeding at the right time, and the two golden monkeys, who poked their heads from Lin Li, immediately stood up from the sofa when they heard the sound.
"Is dinner ready?!"
Qiao Fengtian touched his nose, looked at Zheng Yu's innocent look, couldn't help but help her forehead and said truthfully, "Zao'er... Your father is coming to arrest you."
Hurry up and hide in the back room.
Zheng Siqi's impression of Zao'er is one, one, and two, two, sticking to him and thinking of a piece of dog skin plaster, where is it when you open your mouth and talk nonsense and go to other people's houses every day? Zheng Siqi parked the car and circled around the dormitory of the Fourth Bureau of the Iron and Steel Bureau three times. He drilled into all the corners and alleys, but he couldn't find the 13th building, 402.
He tugged at his collar, and then made another call.
"Well, you said."
Zheng Siqi cleared his throat, "I'm sorry, that, I didn't find the 13th building."
Qiao Fengtian looked back and saw Zheng Yu dragging the little five children around the room anxiously, rubbing his neck, "You look for the building with a wall-climbing tiger, look up at the window on the east end of the fourth floor. The basin dripping water Guanyin, my home."
"Wall-climbing tiger..." Zheng Siqi took two steps back and looked up, "I'm downstairs in this building, but it doesn't say 13 on the sign."
"Don't look at that thing, it's painted off."
"… "
"Tuk tuk tuk" the door rang, Zheng Yu heard the enemy, grabbed Xiao Wuzi's clothes and took small steps back into the kitchen. Zheng Yu is in front.
"Qiao Shan knows I'm afraid..."
"You, don't be afraid! Hide behind!"
I don't even know which children's drama he was in.
Qiao Fengtian opened the wooden door in disbelief, and saw Zheng Siqi standing outside the front door with frowning, taking off his thin coat and hanging it on his arm.
"excuse me."
"No..." Qiao Fengtian turned sideways to make room, and followed the words, "Don't be too angry, this is actually my fault, I didn't want to call to confirm with you, Zao'er is still young, don't …”
"Don't worry." Zheng Siqi reached out and patted him on the shoulder lightly, before stepping into the house, "I won't hit her."
After taking two steps, he turned back and smiled at Qiao Fengtian, "Do you see me like that?"
That can't be said.
Zheng Yu heard the movement of Zheng Siqi entering the room, and really thought he was going to lift his collar and ask the teacher to ask for guilt. A small head to visit.
"come over."
Zheng Siqi stood in the living room and loosened the two buttons on his collar, his tone was slow and slow, and he raised his hand to point to the kitchen.
"Hmm." Zheng Yu immediately shrank his head, and pulled back half of his body with his hand.
"Still hiding?" Zheng Siqi raised his eyebrows, "Zheng Yu, I count to three, if I can't get out, you can figure it out for yourself."
"one."
not come out.
"two."
Not out yet.
"three."
Just don't come out.
"Zheng Yu, let me tell you, listen carefully. From today onwards, you can spend time with Uncle Qiao in the kitchen. I will pay you the rent, water and electricity every month, so don't come out." He bowed and picked it up. Putting the coat on the sofa, I put it on my arm, "I'll go first."
"No no no! One two three one two three!"
Zheng Yu came out and stood upright in front of Zheng Siqi one meter apart. Burying his head deeply, pouting his mouth, the little meat hand tightly grasped the ruffles of the clothes, "Dad, I'm sorry..."
Qiao Fengtian watched from the side, embarrassed, he waved his hand to let the little five come to stay by his side, don't leave the kitchen and stare blankly.
"I ask you." Zheng Siqi pushed his glasses, "how long have you been here?"
"Three days..." Hesitating and weak.
"Didn't the Chinese teacher tie your hair for you? Honestly, who did it for you?"
"Uncle Qiao..." He raised a soft white finger and compared Bi Qiao Fengtian.
"How did you fool the little table teacher?"
"Said my mother came back from abroad and brought me home for dinner..."
Zheng Siqi was stunned for a moment after hearing this, then looked down to see Zheng Yu's head lowered even deeper, shrinking into a small pink ball.
Regarding the non-existence of Li Mihan, Zheng Siqi never gave Zheng Yu an explanation that was either unreasonable or clearly calm and calm. For example, your mother is no longer alive, and for example, your mother is living in a paradise without suffering, never said. Zheng Yu has hardly asked about it since he grew from one arm to one meter today, only once when he was in a kindergarten show two years ago, when he was still milky.
Dad, mom, the mothers of other children are all here, right? My mother didn't say it many times, and Zheng Yu's articulation of the word seemed unfamiliar and unnatural.
In a foreign country, you have to wait a few years.
Zheng Siqi seemed to just respond casually like this, so perfunctory that even his own memory was blurred, but Zheng Yu remembered it silently until now. Love it or not, want it or not, the father and daughter are guarding a secret that is tacitly tacit as if they are in the same heart. If you don't ask, I won't mention it. The seemingly comprehensive and cautious love is actually full of loopholes. Zheng Siqi is deeply distressed, guilty, uncomfortable, and the displeasure of being lied to by Zaoer vanishes in an instant, and one in ten thousand never stays.
He crouched down and hooked at Zheng Yu. Zheng Yu moved forward, but he didn't dare to stick too close to Zheng Siqi, so he could only keep an inch away and continue to bury his head. Zheng Siqi reached out to lift her round chin and touched the cold tears.
"Don't cry."
Zheng Siqi smiled and took her into his arms, "Dad hasn't scolded you yet, why are you crying?"
Unable to speak, Qiao Fengtian hurriedly took a box of tissues and handed it over.
Zheng Siqi nodded at him, took two, crumpled into a ball, and lowered his head to cover Zheng Yu's face, "Why don't you want to eat at the small dining table?"
Zheng Yu closed his eyes and let Zheng Siqi carefully wipe the tears from his cheeks without speaking. Xiao Wuzi explained in a low voice for her, "Some people in the school said that children who don't love their parents go to the small dining table. When they grow up, they won't be needed anymore."
When Qiao Fengtian heard this, he couldn't help but "tsk" in his heart. Who the hell taught the bastard's mouth to be so twitchy.
"Then why don't you tell Dad honestly? I'm afraid Dad won't let you come?"
Zheng Yu opened his eyes, his eye sockets were dyed with powder like a rash, his nose was shiny, and he spoke with a heavy nasal sound like he was drinking mist. It sounded like a dipped flute.
"Because I told my father, my father would not let me go to the small dining table. Then he would find time to pick me up at noon every day, and then he would cook for me by himself, and then he would delay work."
There are sets of sweet and sweet words, and Zheng Siqi knows that he can only believe half of it.
"To delay Dad's work is work, but to delay Uncle Qiao's work is not work? Honestly."
Zheng Yu pouted and looked at Zheng Siqi and Qiao Fengtian again, lowered his head and buried his face in the shoulder of the person in front of him, muttering shyly.
"Because Uncle Joe's cooking is so delicious..."
I knew it.
Zheng Siqi stretched out his hand and lightly twisted the soft flesh on her arm, and pushed down his glasses.
"No matter what, you have to tell the truth in the future, you know?"
"kindness!"
When Zheng Siqi stood up and faced Qiao Fengtian, the two of them who added up to more than six Zhang Zhang felt guilty and embarrassed. Qiao Fengtian has a guilty conscience and is 29 years old, and he doesn't have a lot of heart. He didn't think to call his parents to confirm if he believed a little radish to coax people.
Zheng Siqi felt guilty and was so busy that his heart was so big that his eyes became big. If he hadn't asked the head teacher and knew that Zaoer was back with the schoolbag with the same table, he remembered to call Qiao Fengtian and ask, and then waited for his daughter to come back. People have been abducted and sold to the remote and remote areas, and I still sit in front of the computer without knowing it.
He also "played with prestige" after the incident at home, and falsely encouraged his father. Pretty embarrassing.
"sorry."
"sorry."
The two spoke at the same time in a very tacit understanding, and the tones were on the same channel. He couldn't help looking at each other, and at the same time he turned his head awkwardly, one left and one right.
"Zao'er has caused you trouble." Zheng Siqi said.
Qiao Fengtian shook his head and hooked his mouth, "It's good for her to save more for the extra pair of chopsticks."
"Then I'll take her away first, and then I'll-"
"Then what."
Qiao Fengtian interrupted him, "Let's eat, let's go after dinner. It's okay, really, just add another pair of chopsticks. It's all done, I'll take it."
Before Zheng Siqi could say anything, he turned around and walked towards the kitchen. Zheng Siqi half-opened his mouth and looked at him, and Qiao Fengtian turned his head at the green flower stand and gave him a short and clear smile.
The pineapple jam steak is also filled with iron stick yam, simmered to a rich honey color, and served in a half-deep open-top ceramic plate. In addition, I fried a portion of snow peas, chewing crisp and slightly sweet, with only a pinch of chicken essence for freshness. There was really no way to get a pair of chopsticks at home, so Qiao Fengtian smacked his lips, took one long and one short one, and made a temporary pair. The bowl was also pulled out from the bottom of the cabinet, a palm-sized yellow ceramic with a slightly off-color SpongeBob SquarePants printed on it. Zheng Siqi's palm is long and wide, holding a small bowl like a wine cup.
"Or..." Zheng Siqi pushed on his glasses, and poked the chopsticks of different lengths on the table, "Why don't I take the jujube out to eat."
Zheng Yu pouted silently after hearing this.
"Don't." Qiao Fengtian stopped, handed it forward, "If you don't eat it, you will have leftovers. If you are not used to using chopsticks, you can use mine."
"It's okay, it's just fine..."
Xiao Wuzi and Zheng Yu both sat down honestly. Zheng Yu was still blowing his nose, holding up his chopsticks and staring at the shiny small platoon. He glanced at Zheng Siqi from the corner of his eye, but did not dare to take the lead in putting down his chopsticks.
Zheng Siqi first took a piece of yam with an iron rod and placed it on the hot rice. The caramel was slightly brushed, and a few thin amber colored glass threads were stuck on the rice grains, which were as clear and slender as if they were broken by the wind. He opened his mouth to take a bite, and rolled it into his mouth to chew.
Qiao Fengtian's seasoning has always been more feminine. The use of salt and sugar is casual but fine, as if the desired number of grams can be reached with a single stroke. He doesn't rely on heavy oil or heavy sauce for cooking. He uses a little salt and a little sugar, and he pulls out the original taste of the ingredients. What is used is also in season, although it is not dusty, it also accommodates the four seasons.
To be more mysterious, Zheng Siqi has tasted sincerity and human affection. Sincerely put the effort on the taste buds to the extreme with minimalism, sincerely like frying the thoughts of the minutiae of life into a clean plate of delicacies. Smoked out the full world of fireworks.
"How is it?" Qiao Fengtian asked.
"… delicious."
The food in Billinan's staff cafeteria is hundreds of times better.