"Dad, I'm back!" a crisp call came from downstairs, followed by a series of brisk footsteps, and a girl in a white T-shirt and blue jeans appeared up the stairs like the wind.

The thin ends of the shoulder-length short hair gently swayed along with the movement, revealing the girl's milky face. Some of the fleshy cheeks still look like baby fat, but the goose egg-like well-proportioned and soft face shape, even if it is plain faced, it is a bit surprisingly cute and sweet!

Of course, the sixteen-year-old girl has not fully grown up, and her washboard-like figure, coupled with this dress of jeans, is running in a hurry, her hair is swinging over, her face is covered, and she really looks like a tomboy!

"Yiyi?"

Hearing the movement of her running up, a man wearing an apron and holding two long wooden chopsticks came out of the kitchen where the range hood was whirring. Seeing the girl, he smiled gently: "Why did you come back so soon?

Yang Ruoyi saw him, pouted quietly, and complained: "Dad, I've been playing all afternoon!"

That's right, the girl's name is Yang Ruoyi, and this man who is busy preparing dinner is our male protagonist, his name is Yang Han, Yang Ruoyi's father, his own father!

Don't look at Yang Han who is only twenty-six or seven years old, and he is 1.8 meters tall, with an angular face, wheat-colored skin, and a flat head close to the scalp, not like a soldier or a man, but more like a handsome guy with a masculine temperament!

But in reality, he is already forty years old this year!

Even if his face has not changed, from his deep and subtle eyes, he can still see the traces of time.

"Hehe, go out and play more during the holidays, and adjust your mentality to better meet the learning tasks of the next three years of high school!"

The wooden chopsticks in Yang Han's hand waved lightly, and he smiled slightly proudly: "Wait a while, dinner is not good yet, Dad is making your favorite fried lotus root box!"

"Fried lotus root box?" Yang Ruoyi followed her father into the kitchen in surprise.

Her kitchen is huge, after all, it is a small building built by herself, and the kitchen is almost 20 square meters! The U-shaped cabinet has surrounded the inside of the kitchen, but there is still a lot of space to move around.

On the countertop next to the stove, Yang Ruoyi saw the lotus root boxes that her father had already clipped, they were neatly lined up in several rows on rectangular plates, and the stuffed meat filling was about to be squeezed out of the eyes of the lotus root slices!

When she came back, Yang Han was just about to start frying the lotus root box, and now, he asked his daughter to stand away a little, and then put wide oil in the pot and heat it on medium-low heat.

He picked up a lotus root box with the chopsticks he had just pinched, and in a large bowl next to him, he dipped the batter on both sides and put it in the oil pot, and suddenly, the bubbles began to roll on the oil surface.

It's fragrant!

Yang Ruoyi couldn't help but sniff and secretly swallowed her saliva.

Yang Han turned his head and happened to see this scene, with a smile on his face: "Don't worry, you will have to eat soon!"

"I'm not in a hurry......"

Yang Ruoyi pursed her lips a little embarrassed, but when she came back to her senses, she remembered what she wanted to tell her father when she ran up just now. The girl hesitated for a moment, but still spoke: "Dad, I think, I want to discuss something with you." ”

Yang Han's work in his hands did not stop, and he asked casually, "What's the matter?"

"I want to be a singer!"

Afraid that his father would misunderstand, Yang Ruoyi also added: "Just like those singers on TV, sing and hold concerts!"

When Yang Han heard this, his brows furrowed slightly, but he still patiently fried all the lotus root boxes until they turned yellow, and after they were fished out, he said slowly: "What's so good about being a singer? Those stars on TV just look glamorous on the surface, maybe behind their backs, well, it's similar to us, picking their feet while watching TV." ”

"Dad, can we stop mentioning the matter of picking your feet?"

Yang Ruoyi's ears were red with shame, she was watching TV at home one day after the high school entrance examination, and unconsciously picked her feet, but she was used by her father as a laughing point before and after meals.

"Seriously, Dad...... I want to go to those entertainment companies as a trainee to see if I can become a singer. Can you just let me give it a try?" Yang Ruoyi hugged her father's arm, twisted her shoulders, and her voice dragged on, begging coquettishly.

This trick of coquettishness, Yang Ruoyi rarely makes it.

It's not that Yang Han doesn't enter the oil and salt, and he does a word at home.

On the contrary, Yang Han loves her daughter very much! From childhood to adulthood, Yang Ruoyi will buy her whatever she likes. In addition to the problem of studying, he grasped it a little tighter, and in other matters, especially in terms of material conditions, Yang Han was obedient to his daughter - this is also the so-called daughter wealth.

It's just that Yang Ruoyi rarely asks her father, when she was a child, she was a low-demand baby (she doesn't like to cry or make trouble, Yang Han puts her in the stroller, she can play with herself)! When she grows up, she has no interest in luxury, like mobile phones, bicycles, and other things that children want, she is the first batch of students in the class to have.

What's not to be satisfied with?

But on the issue in front of him, Yang Han is not so easy to let go!

"Trainee, how hard does it have to be a trainee? Your father, I don't want you to suffer that crime!"

Yang Han picked up the rag, wiped the stove with some batter, looked up and smiled: "If you really want to sing and go on stage, no problem!"

"Huh?" Yang Ruoyi looked at his father with some surprise, could it be that he had changed his attention?

"Tomorrow, Dad will take you to KTV to practice singing, and strive for the New Year, so that you can be on the annual stage of our Beilang Village, Xiguan!" Yang Han gave a thumbs up and joked with his daughter seriously.

But it's not funny!

"Dad!" Yang Ruoyi stomped her feet in disobedience, her mouth bulging with anger, "You're fooling me again!"

"What do you mean by 'again' fooling you?"

Yang Han laughed, accentuated his tone on a certain word, he made a gesture and asked her to stand away a little: "Don't get too close, Dad will blow it up again." ”

The lotus root box has to be re-fried because it wants to make the surface crispier by different oil temperatures and frying times. Yang Han just took advantage of the time to tease his daughter, and let the lotus root box that was fried and fished out cool down, and now he reopened the fire, adjusted it to medium and high heat, and prepared to blow it up a second time.

Yang Ruoyi was also a little afraid of the frying movement, and she stood farther away from her father. But she didn't get changed by her father, and said sullenly: "You fooled me a lot! ”

"When I was in kindergarten, I asked you again: Dad, where did we come from? You told me: We are all from the earth!"

Yang Ruoyi snorted unhappily and said, "What is the earth?

Yang Han smiled and didn't explain too much about this issue, after all, her daughter has grown up, and she can no longer say things to her casually like when she was a child, and he can't tell others.

He shrugged his shoulders and said, "You also told me that Peng Peng was given by his father when he bought a TV. ”

When I was in elementary school, I came back and asked you, "Is our family poor?"

Yang Ruoyi snapped her fingers and counted the words that her father had fooled her: "Because other people's fathers have to go to work, I haven't even seen you go to work." What do you tell me?"

"Our family is very rich!" Yang Han said with a smile.

"Yes, that's what you said, and you said that our family is super rich, and you also said that our family has dozens of buildings to collect rent!"

Yang Ruoyi pouted: "Where did you get the dozens of buildings? Our family only has two small buildings, and now you opened a teahouse, and the one you bought later." And you didn't rent to anyone else, so where did you collect the rent?"

"Isn't it rich to have two buildings in Yangcheng?"

Yang Han smiled and said to her daughter: "Many people who come to work in Yangcheng from other places have to buy a small apartment in Yangcheng after squeezing their heads.

The movements of Yang Han's hands are still very neat, and he is not disturbed by speaking at all!

I saw that he fried the lotus root box for about 20 seconds, and then fished it out, and he also put it on the plate very carefully, a long oval plate, he first spread a layer of drained lettuce, and then put the fried lotus root boxes crispy on the outside and tender on the inside, and the fragrant lotus root boxes were placed on it one by one.

In addition, he also brought a small plate, which was poured with his daughter's favorite Thai sweet and spicy sauce, and the amber-like crystal red sauce was placed on the head of the oval plate, just like a dragon's head to put the finishing touch! Yang Han straightened up, admired it, and then nodded with satisfaction: "Okay, wait a while to cool down, you can clip a piece and taste it!"

Chestnut chicken soup was still boiling in the porcelain pot next to him, and Yang Han stirred it with a spoon.

"Dad, you're secretly changing your concept, you said before that there are dozens of buildings, that's definitely bragging! Moreover, even if there are two buildings, you can't sit on the empty side! Besides, people can't just live for money, they also have to have dreams!"

Yang Ruoyi remembered that her father fooled herself more than that, and she continued: "It's like when I was in my first year of junior high school, there was an essay title called "My Dream". I'll just tell you: Dad, I want to be a big star when I grow up!"

Yang Han tasted the taste of the soup with a snort, and said with a smile: "Why did you come back to this topic again?"

"You also fooled me at the time, saying that to be a big star, you have to study hard and go to university as a student. Yang Ruoyi said.

"There's nothing wrong with that!"

Yang Ruoyi became anxious: "However, studying and going to university can only be a stage goal, and it is not the highest pursuit of our life! The teacher said that to be a man, we must have dreams! Moreover, isn't there a saying on the Internet that says this? If a person has no dream, what is the difference between it and salted fish?"

"It's good to be a salted fish! Your father and I used to have a dream, that is, to have a house, facing the sea, and the flowers bloom ......in spring."

Yang Han said with a smile: "Then like a salted fish, you can lie comfortably on the beach, dry the front, turn over, and then dry the back." ”

The first sentence is quite poetic, how can it get to the back, and it changes its flavor when you listen to it?

Yang Ruoyi was disturbed by her father's series of gags, she was so anxious that she stomped her foot again, and shouted angrily and distressedly: "You are willing to be a salted fish, but I am not willing! Not to mention these two buildings, even if there is 10 billion family property for me to inherit, I don't want to! I just want to sing, I want to be a singer!"

The latter sentence of anger, Yang Ruoyi cried out with a crying voice!

When she had finished screaming, she stomped her feet aggrievedly, turned around and ran out of the kitchen, ran to her bedroom, threw herself on her bed, buried her head in the pillow, and began to cry.

Yang Han followed uneasily, he stood at the door of his daughter's room, hesitated, and asked, "That...... Yiyi, are you still eating? Dad fried the lotus root box for you, it won't taste good when it gets cold!"

"Woo, don't leave me alone......"

Yang Ruoyi's muffled cry came out of the pillow, she waited for a while, but raised her head slightly, and shouted with some embarrassment in a clear crying tone: "I'll cry for five minutes, and then, can't I go to eat again?"