Fan Cheng smiled.

He said, "You want to participate too?" We are not filming but doing variety shows, and even if it is not a variety show, do you dare to sing and dance in front of these people or something? ”

"What's wrong ......with this," the girl hesitated halfway through her words, perhaps she didn't think there was anything to care about, but when she really stood in front of everyone and accepted the eyes of so many people, the pressure immediately came up.

"Okay, don't make a fuss, what are you here for?" Fan Cheng asked.

"Third uncle, you don't know?" Fan Xiaoqian asked.

"Know what?"

"New Year's Day, New Year's Day! It's the twenty-eighth day of the lunar month today! Fan Xiaoqian shouted.

"Chinese New Year!?" Fan Cheng looked back at the people of Yoshimoto's troupe in surprise, he was so busy that he forgot about the New Year.

The people of the Yoshimoto Troupe also looked at Fan Cheng helplessly.

"Why didn't you tell me?"

"Third uncle, you are so busy and you work so hard to teach us, we can't talk about it......" Wang Xingxing said with his head down.

It's fine if it's just an ordinary thing, but it's very problematic for this kid to call him the third uncle like Fan Xiaoqian, and everyone around laughed when they heard it.

"What are you laughing at! If she hadn't come, would you have come to rehearse with me for the Chinese New Year's Eve? Fan Cheng asked.

"Since the third uncle asked for it, of course we are coming, anyway, Chinese New Year's Eve don't have anything to do......" Wan Hong said.

"Sister Hong, you are not authentic, Wang Fatzi squeezes me, forget it, why do you call me that!" Fan Cheng said dissatisfiedly.

"Who is talking to you Sister Hong, I am arguing with Sister Xiaoqian!" Wan Hongdao.

A woman in her thirties, her experience in dealing with people made her see at a glance Fan Cheng's love for Fan Xiaoqian.

"You ...... Get out! Disband, disband! Don't forget what I've taught you these days, the fifth day of the new year! Fan Cheng reluctantly dismissed everyone in Yoshimoto's troupe.

Soon, only Fan Xiaoqian was left by his side.

"It's strange, why can't I sing just now...... Let's swing the oars, the boat pushes away the waves......" Fan Xiaoqian seemed to be quite mindful of wanting to sing in front of everyone just now but couldn't open her mouth, when everyone left, she sang next to Fan Cheng, the little girl didn't sing, it's okay, this singing, Fan Cheng's surprised mouth can't be closed!

How could you not be surprised, Fan Xiaoqian's performance was so amazing!

There are many reasons for being amazed, not to mention the cuteness of the girl, just say her voice, Qing! Bright! As soon as the first lyrics were sung, Fan Cheng's surroundings lit up as if several headlights had suddenly turned on!

With Fan Cheng's ability, it can be heard that this girl's voice has not received any professional training at all, and she has many problems when singing, and she is not the kind of rich and magnificent voice that is born to sing "big works", but her voice is crisp and mellow, like a flawless pearl that is irradiated!

Her control of the voice is not excellent, non-professionals may just think it is ordinary and good-sounding, only an expert can hear it, Fan Xiaoqian's voice definitely has the talent to become a top singer!

"Why didn't I notice you sing so well before?" Fan Cheng asked in surprise.

"Huh? Do I sing well? Fan Xiaoqian asked in surprise, her eyes were as bright as stars, but she didn't seem to know her singing.

Some people are like this, they can hear other people's voices clearly but can't hear themselves clearly, but this kind of person basically has a good sense of self and doesn't sing well, but Fan Xiaoqian is just the opposite, she doesn't seem to know that she sings well.

"Go back to my place first!" Fan Cheng took the girl back to his rental house.

"Third uncle, your room is so messy!" Fan Xiaoqian shouted after following Fan Cheng into the house.

"It's normal for a single man's room to be messy at this level." Fan Cheng said.

"Really?" After Fan Xiaoqian entered the room, she looked left and right, and suddenly bent down and opened Fan Cheng's sheets.

"What are you doing?" Fan Cheng looked at Fan Xiaoqian, who was about to get under the bed, and asked.

"Didn't you say that boys would always hide the little yellow book under the bed?" Fan Xiaoqian saw that there was nothing under Fan Cheng's bed, and asked in surprise.

"Oops!" Fan Xiaoqian hugged her head and shouted, she was slapped by Fan Cheng.

"What are you thinking, girl?" Fan Cheng said angrily.

This little girl is a pure, quiet and lovely goddess at school and even in front of her parents, and only when she comes to him will that little demonic nature be exposed.

"Didn't you? Is there really none? Fan Xiaoqian asked in surprise.

"Of course not, I'm your uncle!" Fan Cheng said.

Well...... Not really, because all the things he can't see are hidden in the computer.

"Third uncle, I'm hungry! Is there anything to eat? Fan Xiaoqian said suddenly.

"Hungry? I'll take a look. Fan Cheng walked to the kitchen.

"There's still some rice in the pot, but there's no more food, so I'll make you an omelet rice, okay?" Fan Cheng said to the little girl.

"Egg fried rice? Third uncle, are you okay? Fan Xiaoqian asked.

"Otherwise, how do you solve the problem of food in my own life?" Fan Cheng said.

If you want to talk about Fan Cheng's skills, in addition to Japanese TV, there is also cooking, and in his previous life, he had a Japanese cuisine chef's license.

First make fried rice, cut the chicken into cubes with onions, mushrooms and other ingredients that can be easily found at hand and stir-fry them with rice, then season them with soy sauce, black pepper, salt and other seasonings, and after the food is cooked, Fan Cheng pours out the fried rice and stacks it on a plate.

Then he began to make the sauce, and after making the sauce with tomato sauce with MSG, salt, black pepper, etc., Fan Cheng finally began to make eggs.

At this time, the curious Fan Xiaoqian came over.

"Third uncle, how are you doing, I'm so hungry, huh? And meat and vegetables? But Uncle San, you didn't put eggs? Forgot to put it!? It's not called egg fried rice anymore! Fan Xiaoqian asked, looking at the fried rice on the plate that had been plated and the eggs that had just been stirred, her expression full of schadenfreude.

In Fan Xiaoqian's concept, egg fried rice is just the most common food fried with eggs and rice, and Fan Cheng obviously doesn't know how to make egg fried rice at all!

"I didn't say I was going to make you egg fried rice." Fan Cheng said.

"Not egg fried rice? So what is it? And eggs! Fan Xiaoqian asked, pointing to the egg liquid that Fan Cheng was stirring.

"It's called omelet rice, not egg fried rice!" Fan Cheng explained.

"Omurice? Is there any difference? ”

"Hmph, just look at it!" Fan Cheng said.

I saw that he first beat three eggs in the bowl and stirred them, and then put a little black pepper in it, and then, he put butter in the pot, and after the butter melted, put the egg mixture in and began to turn, at this time the work is the key to making omelet rice, carefully control the heat, Fan Cheng held the pan, and seemed to devote all his body and mind to the production of eggs.

Fan Cheng said to Fan Xiaoqian: "The key here is not only not to let the egg liquid coagulate too much, but also to form an egg skin ...... in the outermost layer that is enough to support the structure."

Carefully control the egg liquid in the pot, and the egg buns of the omelet rice gradually form in the pot.

Finally......

"That's it!" Fan Cheng carefully placed the golden egg bun on the fried rice pile.

"Ready to eat?" Fan Xiaoqian couldn't wait anymore with a spoon.

"Nope! And one last step! Fan Cheng said.

"What?"

After taking the kitchen knife, Fan Cheng carefully cut the egg bun from the middle.

"Wow, aa In Fan Xiaoqian's exclamation, the outer layer of the egg bun was cut open and spread on the fried rice, and the egg liquid that did not solidify inside seemed to slide from the top of the mountain.

Finally, Fan Cheng poured the sauce on top of the omelet rice.

"That's it! Let's eat, this is my special Japanese ...... No, Paradigm omelet rice! Fan Cheng said.

Fan Xiaoqian dug it down with a spoonful, and the sauce was dug up along with the semi-solid eggs, plus the fried rice.

"That's amazing!" The girl sighed and couldn't wait to swallow a large spoonful of rice.

"Delicious! It's so delicious! I've never eaten such delicious egg fried rice in my life! The girl swallowed a mouthful of rice before she said to Fan Cheng in amazement.

"Is it delicious? Then eat more! Fan Cheng was also very happy to see the girl eating, the chefs are like this, looking at the happy expressions of the diners, he can also feel happy, not to mention that this person is also his favorite little niece.

Fan Cheng just watched Fan Xiaoqian start to deal with a large plate full of fried rice, and as he watched, his consciousness gradually became blurred.

When Fan Cheng woke up again, there was no longer Fan Xiaoqian in the room, and it seemed that the girl had gone back.

There was a note left by the girl next to the pillow: "The omelet rice is so delicious, so full of a large plate, I actually ate all the leftovers!" People have never eaten so much in their lives, third uncle, are you so good at cooking other food? If that's the case, then I'll eat your dishes every day from now on! Yes! It's miserable, you're going to get fat if you go on like this!

But I didn't expect the third uncle to fall asleep so soon, it seems that you have really tired you in the past few days, in that case, then you can sleep well, I will go back after bringing the news, don't forget to go home tomorrow! ---- Fan Xiaoqian. ”

"This girl ......" Fan Cheng's heart was full of warmth.

She didn't go back after eating, because Fan Cheng's room had been thoroughly tidied up, the tableware in the kitchen had been washed and put away, the books, instruments, papers, etc. in the bedroom had also been sorted out, and the girl didn't even throw away any paper carefully, even some of the paper that was originally pressed in the corner was also found and flattened by her and put it on the table together.

Given that Fan Cheng has been sleeping soundly, presumably this girl must have been tiptoeing carefully not to make any sound when tidying up.

This is indeed a quirky and cute girl, but at the same time, she is also a gentle and kind good girl, and the faint touch is like the omelet rice he made before was poked open and flowing, covering his heart.