Ming Jun looked at the two little guys sitting across the dining table. The two little guys were not afraid of strangers at all. They were looking at him curiously. Lin'er even asked directly: "Who are you? Why do you want to come to us?" Home? Why do I feel cold when I stand next to you? You and your godfather look alike, what is your relationship? "
Facing this crackling line of questions, Ming Jun smiled and answered seriously: "I am your godfather's biological father. I came here because I am curious about you two little guys. I have lived in the cold place for many years. Because I am your godfather’s new father, we look a lot alike!”
Lin'er seemed to understand, but there was one thing he still had doubts about: "Since you are my godfather's biological father, you must live together. Why is my godfather's body warm, but yours is cold? Why? Dad has a heartbeat, but you don’t?”
Lord Ming laughed dumbly: "He is indeed an interesting little guy, and the questions he asked are also very interesting!"
Obviously Ming Jun did not intend to answer these questions, but Lin'er had no intention of giving up: "Godfather, why don't you answer me?"
Lan'er on the side snorted: "Brother, are you stupid? He obviously doesn't want to tell you, why do you have to ask? After he leaves, can't we just ask the godfather?" The godfather loves them so much, he must Will tell them.
Ming Jun laughed: "Well, you can ask your godfather after I leave!" There were some things that he didn't want to say, or even think about. The child's innocence made old things come up again, and he found that his heart was still there Colic, it turns out he had never forgotten it.
At this time, Xia Yuanqiu and Zhu Yan brought the prepared meals to the table. There were still steamed dumplings that the two little guys loved, as well as roast chicken and fried vermicelli that Yuan Jun loved to eat.
Yuanjun also wore an apron, carrying a casserole from the kitchen to the dining room, and placed the pot on the wood chip in the middle of the dining table.
Ming Jun looked at Yuan Qiu's body. His face was still stained with flour, and his hands were covered with black toner. He really looked like a person who knew how to cook.
"I never thought you would do this again!" Lord Ming raised his eyebrows.
Yuan Jun smiled: "It's nothing. People always have to eat. Although I can eat or not, I'm used to eating. No one eats in the underworld, and of course no one knows how to cook, so I eat slowly. I have learned how to cook slowly. I made this pot of soup with my own hands. Please try it!" He took the small bowl and added a bowl of fresh, thick and suitable bone soup for Ming Jun.
Ming Jun rarely eats, and he will eat a little when he feels like it, just for fun, but since the soup is made by his son, he has no reason not to take a few sips.
It turned out that the soup was very delicious. Since it was delicious, two mouthfuls were naturally not enough, so he added bowl after bowl, and half of the dishes on the table were eaten by him along with the soup. He never knew that eating To be able to enjoy it so much, when the beautiful taste blooms on the tip of the tongue, the feeling is simply beyond words.
No wonder Yuanjun is so fearless that he still fires alone in the underworld.
He pointed to the dishes on the table and said, "Did you make all of these?"
Yuan Jun shook his head: "Except for this soup, everything else is made by Yuan Qiu and Zhu Yan."
Lord Ming chuckled and said, "You might as well not leave. Stay here for ten days and a half and learn their cooking skills. When you return to the underworld, we, father and son, can start a gang together. How about that?"