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My aunt runs a restaurant at home, and she didn't think about letting my family taste it.

After bringing two bowls of soup to the table, Zihan turned around and took a hammer from the toolbox on the balcony.

"Zihan, you, what are you doing here?" Ye Yongfen stammered.

Ye Yongfen was in a hurry for a long time, but there were not a few ingredients in the bamboo plaque.

"Aunt, this job, I'll do it!" snatched the walnut from Ye Yongfen's hand, Zihan lay the gap on the end sideways, raised the hammer high and smashed it hard, and then quickly peeled off the fruit and shell inside.

This repeatedly, after a few clicks, the walnut is done.

Speaking of almonds, Zihan covered his belly and was happy.

In fact, when the mother bought this almond, there was no shell, and the dark brown skin was soaked in cold water for a period of time, and the white kernel inside was completely exposed.

Just looking at the almonds that were broken miserably by Aunt Yongfen, Zihan understood that his aunt was in charge at home.

The people who open the restaurant have delicate hands.

In contrast, Zheng Lan's hands were rough and thick with calluses.

In less than fifteen minutes, all the ingredients were in order.

Next, clean up the dishes and chopsticks on the table.

When everything was over, Zihan took her aunt's hand, walked into the kitchen, and stood next to her mother.

"Aunt, it's okay to learn how to make jujube paste cake with my mother!"

Zihan said solemnly and glanced out the door lightly.

Ye Yongfen glared at Zihan, and the dough that fell on Zheng Lan's hand, more than 20 catties of dough, floated very convincingly in Zheng Lan's palm, white as satin.

It should be said that in addition to ordinary flour, glutinous rice flour is also added to it.

Just looking at the elongated sticky dough rolled in his palm, Ye Yongfen felt that it was nothing to do.

So, of course, this is a lot more complicated than ordinary pastries.

"Auntie, don't wake up our dad!" helped his mother draw a basin of cool boiled water and put it on the side, Zihan gently patted Ye Yongfen's arm as a warning.

"Sister-in-law, this girl of yours, tsk......" Ye Yongfen also lowered her voice honestly.

Gu Gu held a small bench and sat honestly next to Zheng Lan to admire.

Zihan listened to the footsteps outside, quietly walked to his room, took two gift boxes, and walked out the door silently.

Gently closing the door of his house, Zihan glanced through the crack in the door, his grandmother was aimlessly holding the remote control to adjust the table, and his aunt was staring intently at the dough in his mother's hand.

That feeling is also warm.

The door on the opposite side opened, and Zihan walked in quickly.

Without waiting for the people inside to speak, Zihan quickly threw the gift box on the sofa, caught a glimpse of the handbag on the sofa, and quickly took out a bunch of keys, a mobile phone, and a hundred yuan from it.

"The rest is yours! It's the shoes I paid you for! ”

Zihan said, his eyes scanned the entire room casually, clean and tidy, or spotless. You don't need to take care of it at all.

Lin Yue stood in the center of the living room, his hands in his trousers, squinting his eyes full of dark circles, looking her up and down.

The clothes for the night have not been changed, the corners of the T-shirt and the slacks are stained with white flour, and under the big eyes are dense and small red rashes like prickly heat.

Lin Yue wanted to say something, but this girl's eyebrows were tightly locked, and her eyes were annoyed.

He was about to say he didn't want her to clean up.

Zihan had hurriedly turned his head and walked quickly towards the door.

Her oil-stained shoes were still firmly attached to her feet.

Presumably, this girl is busier than the head of state, right?

Quickly rushed downstairs, took out his mobile phone, Zihan found a number, and dialed it.

"Is it Zixin? I'm my sister Zihan......" into the microphone, Zihan spoke bitterly, both soft and hard.

"Zixin, come back to me soon, grandma hasn't eaten or drunk for several days, she's worried about you! …… If grandma has three long and two short, I'm not done with you! …… What's the matter, it's hard to discuss? Do you have to play evaporation? If you want to play this, my sister is more experienced than you, hey, you can't soak in the Internet café and play games! ......" From beginning to end, there was no mention of Uncle Ye Yongcai and Aunt Zang Honghua in a sentence.

Born into such a family, at least nine out of ten will have to escape.

"Sister, I don't want to go home, my mother enrolled me in a one-on-one physics cram school, and I don't want to go...... Actually, I don't want to study mathematics, physics and chemistry at all, I only like painting, but they don't let me go to art school, and now, I will immediately divide the arts and sciences, knowing that I don't have an advantage in science, and let me choose science, sister, you say, they still don't let me live? It's okay, my mother is chanting in my ear, this one, the make-up fee is 10,000, this one...... I said, Mom, I'll give you all the money back, can you give me freedom? …… She cried with a handful of snot and tears. My dad never cared about me, I was about to enter my second year of high school, and he asked, has our son passed the high school entrance examination? Two people, if it's okay, just get a bunch of people home to play mahjong, I'm annoyed! On the other end of the phone, the boy's voice was a little hoarse, perhaps because of the change of voice.

From the conversation, Zihan felt that although Zixin's child was a little emotional, he was still normal, and he was not suspected of going to extremes at all.

Boys puberty is later than girls, but this is not a reason why parents don't care about their children, Zihan has a record of skipping classes in elementary school, middle school, and university, but when it comes to exams, she really doesn't have a failed class. Throwing small notes, talking to each other, flipping through books or something, she never participates, after all, she is a little sneaky, and there is never elegance at all.

Therefore, she should not give up thinking that her IQ has always been not low.

It's just that, occasionally, the brain will have nervous disorders, and it's normal to have a little traffic jam or facial paralysis or something.

The walnuts that are like the grooves of the brain are irreplaceable brain supplements, until she saw that she wanted to vomit, Zheng Lan always did not forget to stuff a few in her pocket.

Perhaps, in Zheng Lan's eyes, she is still a little worried, these two girls are congenitally insufficient, right?

"Zixin, tell my sister, are you in this city now? Sister, I'm going to find you, and we'll have a good talk about you. The outside world is very complicated, and you will be confused if you are a child who can't do it well, which painter's work do you like? Monet? Picasso? Da vinci? Xu Beihong, Qi Baishi? The museum regularly exhibits the works of emerging artists, so you can check them out? ”

Speaking of painting, Zihan was self-taught when he was a math tutor for art students in college, and in order to shorten the distance between him and the child, Zihan did his homework, and at the same time, he also learned from his mother that studying art was not a shortcut to the ivory tower.

"What? Do you like Rukawa Kaede? Okay, you come back, my sister is just going to talk to you......" After speaking, Zihan lowered his eyebrows and groaned.

I don't know if that guy will still read his basketball.

It doesn't matter, aren't we still living freely now?

I don't know, did that guy with dark circles catch a cold again?

Deserve!

"Sister! ......" On the other end of the phone, the language is knotted.

"It's okay, Zixin, there is an uncle, aunt, grandfather, and grandmother to make decisions for you, as long as it is what you like to do, you have to work hard! My sister also told you that you have to learn cultural classes well to learn art, doesn't it mean that only people who are not good at cultural classes learn art, do you understand? There are not many people who love to learn by nature, and my sister doesn't like to study either, but there is no way! We have no superiority over others, and the only way out is the narrow single-plank bridge! Facing the microphone, Zihan earnestly put the words of the former homeroom teacher back to the furnace and put them up.

"Sister, you don't have to come to pick me up, I'm at O7 degrees east latitude and 90 degrees north latitude ......" It seems that Zihan's words are really listening.

In any case, Ye Zihan graduated from a medical class from a prestigious university, and the score of the Department of Stomatology is several tens of points higher than that of the Department of Clinical Medicine, which is almost the same as the score line of Q University.

"Stinky boy, are you at the entrance of the art museum, have you eaten? Do you want to bring some to you? Facing the phone, Zihan smiled softly.

"Okay!" On the other end of the phone, it is crisply affirmed.

Zihan snapped his fingers clearly, glanced at the half-branded battery car not far away, and rushed upstairs quickly.

She suddenly patted her head, feeling that it was a bit nonsensical that she was running upstairs and downstairs so hard.

Auntie's car is not so beautiful!