The three-day trip made Mr. Qian a little tired.

He listened to the advice of the psychiatrist and tried to participate in parenting guidance classes for a few days, but every day of paper talk and frequent group of losers made him see no meaning at all; He also went to an internationally renowned ENT doctor for a check-up, but no matter how many times he was checked, the hospital told him that there was no problem with his sense of taste and smell!

All fucking damn it!

There is no problem, his sense of taste and smell will inexplicably fail together?!

Mr. Qian went abroad with hope, but returned to China with a stomach full of anger.

Then he had to face up to a problem: maybe he didn't like the people along the road because he was gradually moving towards the path of a loser......

He finally got off the plane and got into the taxi alone with his luggage.

The driver asked, "Where to go?" ”

Mr. Qian turned on his phone: "I'll look at the address." ”

The driver smiled: "Are you here for a tour?" ”

Mr. Qian darkened his face: "No. ”

After hard Bangbang replied to this sentence, Mr. Qian closed his eyes after giving the address, and the driver was bored, and he didn't mean to speak again, but the car drove inexplicably fast, and when he encountered a turn, it was like a speeding car from time to time to make a sharp turn.

But the bad luck of these days does not seem to have completely dissipated until this time.

Halfway through, Mr. Qian, who was resting with his eyes closed, only felt that the car stopped suddenly, he sat in the back compartment without a seat belt, and his head hit the back of the seat!

Lightning and stone fire, head breaking blood!

At first, he didn't want to talk so he closed his eyes, but now he was dizzy for a long time before he could open his eyes, Mr. Qian covered his head, and struggled to wipe away the blood that flowed in front of his eyes, and saw that the taxi driver had rushed out of the car and the owner of the colliding car.

It's just unlucky.

Mr. Qian cursed secretly, he took out his mobile phone to check the time, but found that after hitting it just now, the mobile phone flew from his pocket to the roof of the car and fell to the ground, and he couldn't drive it anymore!

He gritted his teeth, and he didn't bother to compensate with the taxi driver, so he found another car, first drove to the hospital to treat the wound on his forehead, and then bought a mobile phone at the opposite door of the hospital to use, and then rushed to the agreed place non-stop, and finally arrived halfway up the mountain to Shang Huaiyan's address, and the time was five o'clock in the evening, more than an hour later than the agreement.

He took a deep breath, walked through the iron gate, shook off his steps, and made a phone call as he ran up the mountain road, passing a man who had gone out for a run in the evening.

The man seemed to call him twice, but at this time, Mr. Qian didn't bother to pay attention to the stranger's reaction, he waited for the phone to be connected, and at the first moment of connection, he said: "Mr. Shang, I'll be there in five minutes, and there was a little accident on the way——"

"Looks like you hit your head?" Shang Huaiyan said on the phone.

"......," Mr. Qian wondered, "how do you know?" ”

"You look back?" Shang Huai Yan built yì.

Mr. Qian's running footsteps stopped, and when he turned his head, he saw that the man in the white sweatshirt who had just been crossed by himself was jogging forward unhurriedly, and looked at it, who was not Shang Huaiyan?

Mr. Qian's face did not change, and he calmly waited for Shang Huaiyan to come to him, and stretched out his hand: "I'm sorry, I have a slight face recognition disorder." ”

Shang Huaiyan smiled and shook hands with the other party: "It's okay, I sometimes have this annoying problem." Then he shook his head, "Don't stop, let's run up slowly, and wait at home one by one." ”

Mr. Qian: "What's the situation now?" He was suddenly stunned, "How do you know Yiyi's name?" Did you speak one by one?! ”

Shang Huaiyan was very usual: "Yes." ”

Mr. Qian was inexplicably excited, but incredulous, and looked at Shang Huaiyan for a while without speaking or continuing forward.

Shang Huaiyan continued to run, wiping the sweat on his forehead with a towel, yesterday's exercise made him deeply feel that he must have a strong physique: "Mr. Qian doesn't seem to believe it? ”

Mr. Qian quickly recovered and followed Shang Huaiyan: "No, I believe it." She just doesn't like me very much. ”

He began to think that his daughter was four years old, and he should have found a better full-day kindergarten for her, but he was reluctant to speak before, because he was afraid that his daughter would be bullied...... Now that my daughter has spoken, she has someone to manage, friends and teachers, and she is far away from her disliked self......

Shang Huaiyan: "Really? ”

He smiled slightly: "Maybe there are some feelings, but I just don't want to be found so easily." ”

The clock on the wall struck five times, and Yi Baitang, who was reading a food magazine on the sofa, suddenly had a plate of scrambled eggs in front of him.

The eggs are scrambled quite distinctively, some places are old and burnt, some places are not really ripe, and because of too much soy sauce, they look a little black, and there are clumps of white sugar that have not completely dissolved...... The most important thing is that it has now gone from steaming hot out of the pan to cold ice.

Yi Baitang: "What's the matter?" ”

Qian Yiyi: "Dad hasn't come back yet." ”

Yi Baitang: "He'll be back later." ”

Qian Yiyi: "Dad won't eat cold scrambled eggs." ”

Yi Baitang was careless: "He shouldn't have eaten this kind of thing that should be thrown into the trash." ”

After he finished speaking, he waited, didn't wait for Qian Yiyi's answer, and looked up again, the little ghost standing in front of him once again flattened his mouth and pulled his face, and he wanted to cry or not.

Yi Baitang: "......"

The vigilance all over his body set up a radar, and a shrill siren sounded!

Tears were already rolling in Qian Yiyi's eyes: "But it's my father who said when he will come back!" Every time I don't come back on time, it's my dad again! I hate him! Hate him! Nasty-"

Yi Baitang quickly stood up, before the magic sound penetrated his mind, he picked up the little girl and walked to the kitchen, took a cup of boiling water, quickly put sugar and salt in it, stirred it well with chopsticks, and then added a whole tablespoon of white vinegar, and finally handed it to Qian Yiyi.

Qian took a sip one by one in a daze, and spit out the whole mouth in the pool: "Evil-"

Yi Baitang: "Your father will arrive in five minutes, will this glass of water be given to your father later?" ”

Qian Yiyi burst into tears and laughed: "Okay! ”

Yi Baitang: "Would you like to fry another plate of more unpalatable eggs and feed it to Dad?" ”

Qian Yiyi shouted: "Okay! ”

Yi Baitang: "Don't cry before feeding your father, otherwise your father won't eat your scrambled eggs." ”

Qian Yiyi made a lifelong determination: "Never cry!" ”

Yi Baitang put the little man on the chair in front of the stove, concocted a cup of suspicious liquid in the same way, and then took the two cups and walked out.

There was the sound of the door opening.

Yi Baitang, who had just come out of the kitchen, met Shang Huaiyan and Mr. Qian.

He calmly handed two glasses of water to the two: "Back?" Take a sip of water and sit down to talk. ”

Shang Huaiyan took it defenselessly, took a big sip, and his complexion changed suddenly.

Yi Baitang's warning gaze fell on Shang Huaiyan's face.

Shang Huaiyan's face switched between blue and white several times, and while Mr. Qian was unprepared, he turned his head and contributed all the water in his cup and mouth to a rose behind the window.

Out of gourmet's meticulousness, Mr. Qian glanced at the water in the cup: "What did you add?" ”

Shang Huaiyan, who had just turned his head, was a little nervous.

Yi Baitang said lightly: "Add salt." ”

Mr. Qian bowed: "After running, you should add some salt to the water." He took a sip and sat down on the couch.

Shang Huaiyan wanted to speak and stopped.

After a while, he sat down next to Yi Baitang and whispered: "Is this really no sense of taste?" ”

Yi Baitang's expression was cold: "Not only does he have no sense of taste, but he even has a little problem with his sense of smell, otherwise he can smell the problem in the water just by smelling it." ”

Shang Huaiyan wondered: "What is the problem?" ”

Yi Baitang was indifferent: "Who knows? ”

"Both." Mr. Qian coughed, interrupting the conversation between Yi Baitang and Shang Huaiyan, "What about one by one?" ”

Yi Baitang: "There is something to do one by one, and I will come out later." ”

Do you want me to come up with the agreed things first?

Mr. Qian thought to himself.

Just at this time, some strange and fragmentary sounds suddenly came out of the kitchen.

Knock, knock!

The sound of eggshells being smashed.

Touch!

The sound of chopsticks touching a dish.

Hula――

The sound of a fire.

I don't know if it's because I'm about to see my daughter who has been away for three days, Mr. Qian feels inexplicably upset about these voices, and can't help but find fault in his heart:

I don't know who is in the kitchen, things are done so stumblingly, it is almost like a child of three or four years old, assuming that he is more than three or four years old, then he must have an unknown close connection with some kind of food that often appears on the human table!

But what do you want to do now?

Mr. Qian let out a breath and took out a list from his arms: "This is this year's star-rated hotel application form." He opened it in front of Yi Baitang and signed his name on the list of recommenders, "According to what we agreed before, as long as you speak in front of me one by one, my recommendation quota this year is yours." ”

Before he finished speaking, the sound of stir-frying in the kitchen stopped abruptly, and the sound of serving quickly sounded and quickly disappeared, and then:

"Daddy—"

Mr. Qian Huo Ran turned around and saw his daughter holding something in her hand, rushing straight to him from the kitchen like a small cannonball, he hurriedly reached out to hold his daughter's arm, and his expression was stern to the stereotype: "How many times have you said it, don't run so fast, have you forgotten it after I haven't seen you for a few days?" ”

Yi Baitang and Shang Huaiyan: "......"

Shang Huaiyan bit his ear: "If I have a child, I must not raise it like him." ”

Yi Baitang: "Then how do you want to raise it?" ”

Shang Huaiyan chuckled: "Raise like you." ”

Yi Baitang: "......"

He was impressed by the little sapling, and the growth rate was increasing day by day, but he always felt ...... It seems that the skill points are crooked.

Is it the wrong direction for my upbringing?

Yi Baitang was a little distressed.

Qian Yiyi flattened his mouth again. But Yi Baitang's advice just now worked, she didn't cry, she didn't stop talking, but with the determination of "I must let my father eat scrambled eggs", she pushed the plate in her hand in front of Mr. Qian: "Eat!" ”

A plate of scrambled eggs caught Mr. Qian's eyes.

It's still the plate that once appeared in front of Yi Baitang, and the quality is not good, let alone gourmets, even ordinary people probably won't think it's delicious.

But at this time, in addition to the gourmand Mr. Qian, there is also Mr. Qian, the father of Qian Yiyi, who is sitting here.

The father was stunned for a long time, forgetting that his sense of taste and smell had not recovered, took the small spoon in Qian Yiyi's hand, and ate a bite of scrambled eggs.

Salty to bitter, sweet to numb, and a little sour vinegar?

Mr. Qian's brow furrowed into a big pimple.

The chaotic taste was as tormenting to his delicate palate as a sharp blade.

His face turned from strict to iron-blue, making Qian Yiyi standing at his feet shrink his head a little.

Mr. Qian suddenly hugged the child to his knees.

He said to the child seriously: "Yiyi, you spent five minutes scrambling eggs, and you put three tablespoons of salt first, then two tablespoons of soy sauce, and one tablespoon of sugar and one tablespoon of vinegar. There are two more spoonfuls of salt, one more spoonful of soy sauce, and the sugar is so concentrated that vinegar is not necessary at all. All you have to do is choose between soy sauce and salt, add a little sugar or nothing, and cut out the vinegar confusion – you can not only taste it, but you can smell it and see whether it tastes good or not. ”

He picked up the plate from Qian Qian one by one: "You see, judging by the color alone, it looks dirty, and it is not at all as beautiful as the little yellow chicken on your clothes. ”

Qian quickly covered the little yellow chicken on his clothes one by one!

Mr. Qian said majestically: "If you get close to the tip of your nose and smell it, you can still smell the sour vinegar smell, like the smell of you not washing your hair obediently at night-"

Qian quickly covered his hair one by one!

Mr. Qian wanted to say more, but his words suddenly came to an abrupt end.

He thought back to what he had just done.

He tasted it and had the worst scrambled eggs.

He then sniffed the smell, and his nose faithfully discerned the sour taste of vinegar and a suspicious burnt taste.

He was still a little incredulous.

He took another bite of the egg, and it was really full of indescribable taste.

He sniffed the eggs again, and the smell of vinegar was indeed choking.

He turned his gaze to his daughter, and the little girl's gaze wandered back and forth between the scrambled eggs and her father, and whispered, "Daddy, eat more ......."

These are real!

But Mr. Qian was still in a trance.

Just two hours ago, he cursed from a tired journey that didn't solve anything, and he was exhausted from an unexpected incident on the way.

Then in the blink of an eye, all the knotted troubles opened up in an unexpectedly simple way.

A breath of anger from his chest broke through the fog that was hovering in his mind, and Mr. Qian suddenly realized.

Perhaps, as his first psychiatrist said, all problems actually originate from himself, whether it is a child, or a child's taste trouble.

And now, he thought, a qiē is solved.

Half an hour before the meal, Mr. Qian, who had figured out a qiē, packed his daughter and took it away, leaving only a signed quota form.

Yi Baitang took a pen and filled in the form slowly.

Shang Huaiyan put away the cups and plates on the coffee table into the kitchen, and when he picked up the plates, he couldn't help but say, "Fried like this...... Didn't you teach how to stir-fry one by one? ”

Yi Baitang didn't raise his eyes: "What he wants to eat is not my fried food." ”

Shang Huaiyan smiled: "I thought you would make a dish for him to approve." ”

Yi Baitang: "My dishes don't need the approval of a certain person or a few people. But ......"

Shang Huaiyan: "Huh? ”

Yi Baitang finally raised his head.

He pondered: "Affection is indeed wonderful—if you lose your sense of taste, you will never be restored by a little girl's scrambled eggs." ”

Shang Huaiyan answered smoothly: "But it can be restored because of a plate of delicious dishes you made." ”

Yi Baitang: "Is it the relationship or the dish that makes you recover?" ”

Shang Huaiyan smiled: "But they are originally one." If you're going to ask if I like men or like you—" he shrugged, "you're one. ”