(Cat flutter Chinese) ( )

Lan Yifeng stared at Huo Qingcang and fought against the bag containing the crab, and it was really difficult to hide his smile.

She smiled and handed over the kitchen knife: "There are kitchen knives here." ”

Huo Qingcang replied coldly: "Crabs don't need to be killed." ”

Still despise her?

Lan Yifeng snatched the bag in his hand, then put it on the cutting board, and once again raised the knife in his hand, and the tightly tied bag flew away.

Haha, look who's despising whom now!

"I can unravel it, and I don't need you to do much." At this time, Huo Qingcang was still stiff-mouthed and poured the crabs in the bag into the vegetable washing trough.

The huge crabs have no leggings, and one by one they hold their pincers to show off their might in the pool.

He turned on the faucet and poured the crabs everywhere, and he himself reached out to catch the crabs to wash them, but Lan Yifeng couldn't stop them.

"Tsk!"

A cry of pain spilled out of Huo Qingcang's mouth, and his slender white fingers were mercilessly pinched by the angry crab, and blood dripped instantly.

"Damn crabs!" Attacked by a lowly animal, he became so enraged that he clenched his fists and was about to crush the crab to death.

"Ahh

Another scream, and the fist was unfortunately hit!

"Don't mess with them anymore, beware of infection." Lan Yifeng pulled the angry man over, if she didn't stop him, he would really kill the crab with his bare hands even if he was trapped.

"Lan and, Lan Xuan......"

She shouted, only to hear the footsteps getting closer and closer, and the two children soon arrived.

"Lan Xuan, you take Uncle Huo to bandage the wound, Lan You, you go to the Internet to check how to wash the crabs and how to cook."

"I haven't finished washing yet." Huo Qingpale had a dark face, and he was still standing still unconvinced.

Lan Yifeng gritted his teeth and stared at him, ordering word by word: "Go, bandage, pierce, hurt, mouth!" ”

Huo Qingcang glared at her fiercely, and finally followed Lan Xuan out of the kitchen.

Lan Xuan quickly found a small cardboard box with band-aids and cold medicine inside. Huo Qingcang waited for the dirty cardboard box in surprise, and couldn't help asking, "This is your medicine box?" ”

"What kind of medicine kit?" Xuanxuan didn't know what he was talking about, so she took the disinfectant to disinfect his wound, and then tore off the sticker.

Huo Qingcang immediately withdrew his hand, not wanting to put on the band-aid, the little guy saw this, and immediately pouted: "Shu Xiao, if you are not well-behaved, if you are not well-behaved, you will be beaten PP." ”

The extremely strong man still refused to stretch out his hand: "Shu Xiao's wound is no longer bleeding, and it doesn't need to be pasted." ”

"No! The wound will become infected if it is watery. This is a waterproof band-aid. Lan Xuan learned what Ma Ma usually did to deal with her, her eyes widened, and she put on an angry look: "Hurry up and stretch out your hand, otherwise, I will be angry and never pay attention to you again." ”

Huo Qingcang has never been threatened, let alone such a young child. He couldn't bear the little guy's disappointment, and slowly stretched out his hand.

"Shu Xiao, how old are you, and you don't care about yourself." Lan Xuan cautiously helped him paste it, and at the same time counted it puzzledly: "Besides, the band-aid is not an injection, it doesn't hurt at all, what are you afraid of." ”

Huo Qingcang looked helplessly at the back of his hand and fingers, with a joyful band-aid printed, it didn't hurt, but it was very embarrassing.

After cleaning up the wound, he watched TV with Lan Xuan and Lan Jin in the living room for a while, the two little guys loved to watch Xiyangyang, and they changed the channel to watch, so he really wanted to vomit, so he found an excuse and slipped back to the kitchen.

It's just that this time he didn't go in to make trouble again, just stood quietly at the door and looked at the two people working in the kitchen.

Lan Yifeng scalded the black chicken, then brushed and brushed, skillfully peeling off the chicken skin, Lan He stood on a small bench, holding a spoon, shaking in the vegetable trough, rinsing the crabs.

The chicken is in the pot, the crab is caught in the steamer, and the aroma of beef brisket and potatoes with curry wafts through the kitchen......

The mother and son chatted while cooking, and when they were happy, they laughed out loud, and laughter was everywhere.

Huo Qingcang, who grew up in a big family, has never had the memory of cooking with his mother. For as long as he can remember, every day when it's time to eat, just sit down at the table, and a fragrant meal will be served in front of him.

Every meal is specially prepared by the nutritionist, and there are many small plates on the huge table, and each dish has only one small plate, so every time, he eats very heartily.

A lonely person sits at a large dining table, eating a hearty breakfast, lunch and dinner. Later, when he went to school, he became Huo Xinmei sitting alone at the dining table.

The so-called warm home, they have never experienced.

"Okay, the meal is ready, you can take the pot out first." Lan Yifeng's voice interrupted his memory, and the little Lan He took the big rice cooker and held it hard.

Seeing this, Huo Qingcang immediately stepped forward to take the things in his hand, and by the way, he glanced at Lan Yifeng, and said fiercely: "Didn't you see that the little guy had a lot of effort?" Won't you bring the food out yourself? ”

Lan Yifeng almost choked on spittle, he didn't know what he was crazy again, he was just serving a rice cooker, did he need to reflect so much?

Huo Qingcang brought the rice cooker to the dining room, and when he returned, he saw Lan He picking up the plate that had just been filled with dishes.

The vegetable soup is full, and it seems that if one is not careful, it will overflow, and it is steaming white, obviously piping hot. Although the little guy was wearing heat-insulating gloves, he didn't feel safe anymore, so he quickly took the towel and dragged the bottom of the plate to take over Lan He's work.

This time, Lan Yifeng also wisely stopped letting his son serve the food, and handed it all over to Huo Qingcang. He ran back and forth between the kitchen and the dining room several times, and finally put all the food on the table, looking at the table where everything was okay, he felt a sense of accomplishment, and his satisfied expression was as if the whole table was made by him.

Lan Yifeng snorted coldly in his heart, he is really a young master, he usually doesn't do any housework.

She beckoned the children to come over for dinner, and the little ones found their own places to do so. Because Jin'er couldn't see it, she had to ask her mother to help pick up the vegetables, so she sat next to Lan Yifeng.

When Huo Qingcang brought out the last dish and put it on the table, he found that there was a family of four, and one person occupied one side of the table, so there was no place for him at all.

Obviously, there was no intention of leaving him here to eat.

He stood awkwardly to the side, neither walking, nor not leaving.

Lan Yifeng glanced at him and continued to pick up vegetables for Jin'er, Lan He glanced at him, and continued to eat his food slowly, the little gluttonous cat Lan Xuan hadn't tasted meat for a long time, and as soon as he sat down at the table, he put several pieces of meat in the bowl, lowered his head and ate it violently, and he didn't have time to take care of him at all.

The fewer and fewer small flames in the bottom of my heart, the stronger they became, and soon turned into a fire. Huo Qingcang clenched his fists.

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