The two adults went to the kitchen, and there were only two children left in the hall. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Xiao Yao looked at Sun Tingting and said, "What do you want to play?" But the toys are all gone, and it doesn't seem to be fun. ”

Sun Tingting also found that there didn't seem to be much fun, but it was boring to sit like this, and now that it was almost dark, it seemed that she shouldn't go out. Frowning, Sun Tingting suddenly remembered Xiao Yao's performance in the morning, and said with a smile: "Brother Bayi, the one you played in the morning... You..."Halfway through speaking, Sun Tingting couldn't remember the name of the instrument, she was stuck, and her brows furrowed again.

"Ukule. Xiao Yao prompted.

"Yes, ukulele, that's a good play. And the "Most Beautiful" you played is also very good. Sun Tingting continued.

"Ah, do you hear that?" Xiao Yao said with a little surprise: "I even know the name." Have you heard?"

Sun Tingting nodded, "I've heard this song, and I also learned to play the piano, of course I can hear it." I've heard my dad sing this song to my mom a few times, and every time my dad and my mom sing it, my mom is very happy. I asked my mom what song it was, and she told me. ”

Sun Zhihao also worked as a singer in his early years, and it is reasonable to educate and cultivate his daughter in music since she was a child. Xiao Yao smiled and said: "Then do you know that the original singer of this song is my father, and this song was also written by him." ”

"Written with someone else. Xiao Siqi's voice came from the kitchen.

The kitchen and the hall of this house are next to each other, the kitchen door is not closed, the two little guys in the hall do not deliberately lower their voices, and the kitchen does not start to stir-fry, there is no noise, so the content of the conversation between the two little guys can be heard by two adults. And as a qualified father, although he cooks in the kitchen, part of his attention is still on the children in the hall.

"Really, your dad is so good. Sun Tingting praised.

"Thank you, Duo'er!" Xiao Siqi's laughter came again.

"Concentrate on cooking!" Xiao Yao was a little impatient, and turned back to the kitchen and shouted.

Looking at Xiao Yao's appearance, Sun Tingting covered her mouth and laughed.

"What's wrong?" Xiao Yao was a little puzzled.

"Nothing. Sun Tingting shook her head, and then said just now: "Mom said that this song is very well written. It was written by the person who wrote the song to a person he loved very much. Dad sang this song to her because Dad loved her very much. Your dad wrote this song, so he wrote it to your mom, right? Your dad loves your mom too, right?"

"Duo'er, don't talk about this, talk about something else. This time it was Sun Zhihao's voice that came.

In the kitchen, Sun Zhihao said to Xiao Siqi apologetically: "I'm sorry." Xiao Siqi shook his head with a smile and said, "It's okay, it's been so long, Bayi and I have come out, it's okay." ”

"What's wrong? Why can't you say it?" asked Sun Tingting strangely.

"It's okay, your father won't let you say it, it's because my mother passed away, you know? Xiao Yao smiled bitterly and stretched out his finger and pointed upward, "Your parents should have taught you what it means, right?"

"I know. Sun Tingting took Xiao Yao's hand and said, "Mom said that you shouldn't mention other people's sad things, I'm sorry, I won't say it, don't be sad." ”

"It's fine. Xiao Yao patted Sun Tingting holding her little hand.

At this time, I heard a stinging sound in the kitchen, and a thick smoke drifted out of the kitchen and into the hall.

"It's a lot of smoke. Xiao Yao and Sun Tingting covered their mouths and noses at the same time. Xiao Yao pulled Sun Tingting out and said, "Let's go out and avoid it." ”

"You two go and stand outside for a while, don't run far!" Sun Zhihao's shout also came out in the kitchen.

Xiao Yao and Sun Tingting stood in the open space outside the house, and they both quickly took a few deep breaths, it was really choking just now.

"Dad didn't cook like this before. Sun Tingting muttered strangely.

"That's what my dad did," Xiao Yao said with a smile, "My dad doesn't know how to cook." ”

"It's really cute," Sun Tingting looked at him sympathetically, and then said: "Then you can come to my house for dinner in the future, and let my father cook it for you." ”

"Okay, thank you. Xiao Yao smiled and nodded.

"That's settled. Sun Tingting said happily.

"This kid has a premeditated plan, right?" It was Chen Min's film crew who was filming the two children, and Liu Shanxing, who had been with the father and son for a day, couldn't help but whisper with Chen Min: "This is looking for a long-term meal ticket." ”

"I think the father and son were premeditated. Chen Min also smiled and said: "This can become a big star, and there is really no fuel-efficient lamp." That being said, there was no antipathy in his tone. Then he said: "But then again, if you don't have this communication ability, how can you get out in the entertainment industry?"

Then, the film crew that followed Sun Zhihao's family, who was originally responsible for filming the cooking scenes in the kitchen, was also smoked out by that burst of fumes.

Looking at the people in the film crew who went out in embarrassment and were still coughing and sneezing, Xiao Yao probably guessed what Xiao Siqi and Sun Zhihao were whispering before.

They stood outside the house for a while, waiting until the smoke cleared and supper was almost ready.

Because the ingredients of the two families are combined, there are more things, and this meal is very luxurious, with four dishes and one soup. And Sun Zhihao really lived up to the name of the kitchen, just the look and smell of the fragrance made people very appetizing.

"It's time to eat!" Sun Tingting cheered and prepared to start.

"Wait a minute. The director who followed Sun Zhihao's film crew suddenly stopped, looked at Xiao Yao and said, "Bayi, there is only one dish here that your father made." I'll start by asking you what your favorite dish is, and see if it's your dad's recipe. ”

The responsibility of their film crew was to leave for a short time when the smoke was at its highest, and the whole cooking process was basically under their camera, so he deliberately made such a play.

Chen Min pursed her lips quietly, she could guess how Xiao Yao would answer such a difficult question.

Sure enough, Xiao Yao looked at the few dishes on the table, pointed to the worst-looking one and said, "This, radish roast pork." ”

"Hey, hey. Sun Zhihao and Xiao Siqi looked at each other and smiled proudly. The dishes on the table were naturally made by Sun Zhihao, and the oil smoke was the largest, and when the film crew was smoked out, he made this dish. After the film crew went out, for the sake of safety, Xiao Siqi also deliberately asked Sun Zhihao to make the quality of this dish worse than other dishes, and even deliberately burned a few pieces of radish. When the film crew came back in, what they saw was Xiao Siqi cooking this dish, and naturally thought that Xiao Siqi made this dish. They do this to prevent the program team. They all felt that with Xiao Yao's IQ, they would definitely be able to cooperate tacitly. That is, their group is not familiar enough with Xiao Siqi and his son, if Chen Min's group is in the kitchen, I'm afraid they won't be so easy to fool around. However, Chen Min and they are Xiao Siqi's father and son's follow-up group after all, and they have a little affection at the end of the day, and they don't want to embarrass them, so they took the initiative to ask to shoot the two children when assigning tasks to another group, avoiding the kitchen.

The answer was correct, and the film crew didn't come up with any more moths. The two families began to eat, and the film crew also arrived at dinner time, each of the two groups left a photographer to shoot, and the others retreated to eat outside, and they had a box lunch sent by the program team. As for the photographer who is still shooting, he will have to wait for the other photographer in the group to finish eating.

Probably from Chen Min's eyes, she seemed to have discovered something and deliberately helped to hide it, Xiao Yao felt as if he should thank others, so he ran to the kitchen to get an empty bowl, and ran out with five or six meatballs.

In order to keep up with the filming at any time, the film crew's eating place was in the open space outside Sun Zhihao's house. Xiao Yao ran to Chen Min with a bowl and said, "Aunt Chen, try Sun Xiaochu's meatballs, you can't easily eat them." As he spoke, he sandwiched a piece of meatball and put it in Chen Min's lunch bowl. Then he walked to Liu Lixing's side, "Uncle Liu, you have it too." ”

"Yo, there's a snack too. Liu Lixing smiled and raised the lunch bowl.

Xiao Yao took care of the few people in the film crew who were eating, and found that there was still one left in the bowl. Puzzled, he said, "Why is the number wrong?"

Chen Min smiled and pointed behind Xiao Yao. Xiao Yao turned around and took a look, only then did he remember that there was another one who was taking pictures.

"Ah, Uncle Hu was blocked by the camera, no wonder he didn't see it. As he spoke, he picked up the meatballs with chopsticks and handed them forward to the camera: "You are the hardest, you are still filming after people are eating, come and I will feed you." ”

The photographer happily squatted down, stretched out his mouth and bit off the meatballs on Xiao Yao's chopsticks.

Although a meatball is nothing, one bite is gone. But this thoughtfulness moved several people in the film crew so much that they didn't want to. Especially when the envious eyes of the film crew next to him appeared, Chen Min and their group were even more proud.

"This little guy is really considerate. No wonder Xiao Duoer willingly wants to call her brother. Liu Lixing leaned over to Chen Min and said with a smile.

"This little guy is really fine. Chen Min also said with a smile.

The film crew was just outside the door, and it was certainly impossible for the people in the house to eat behind closed doors. When Xiao Yao went out with the bowl, the people in the room had been looking at him curiously. The envious eyes of those who followed his film crew naturally did not escape Sun Zhihao's eyes.

"Doer. Sun Zhihao called his daughter, and after seeing that his daughter's attention was attracted by himself. His head was slightly tilted to the door, his eyes glanced out of the door, and he quietly signaled to his daughter.

"Oh. Sun Tingting also immediately understood what her father meant. In the same way, he took an empty bowl and sandwiched a few meatballs, and walked out the door to follow his film crew. "Uncle and aunt, you have worked hard..."

Sun Xiaochu's cooking skills naturally have nothing to say. Several people were satisfied with a meal.

"Uncle Sun, Dad, you two have worked hard to cook, let me clean up the table and wash the dishes. Seeing that Sun Zhihao was about to get up and clean up, Xiao Yao hurriedly said. As he spoke, he quickly folded the empty bowls and plates on the table, hugged them and went to the kitchen. Xiao Yao, who came out of the kitchen, took a rag in his hand, wiped the dining table, and said to Sun Zhihao and Xiao Siqi: "You two take a break and chat for a while, and I'll wash the dishes." ”

"I'm going to help. Sun Tingting screamed and ran into the kitchen.

"Stay safe and don't mess with it. Sun Zhihao instructed his daughter, turned his head and asked Xiao Siqi with a smile: "Your family is still washing dishes at home?"

"I've never seen that before. Xiao Siqi said with a smile, "I don't know how to cook, and I don't have a gang at home, how can I see him washing dishes." ”

"Ah, isn't this a joke?" Sun Zhihao was taken aback when he heard this, and was about to get up and go to the kitchen. He saw Xiao Yao speak confidently before, and thought that Xiao Yao often did this kind of thing and was very skilled. This is a show, the child can have a chance to perform, he naturally shouldn't be blocked, otherwise how would he let a five-year-old child wash the dishes for himself.