Liu Changhou, who had just walked into the house, stopped and sniffled in unison.

"It's so fragrant—girl, who's at home?"

"It's my brother who is cooking, and my brother is in good health!"

As soon as Liu Qiao'er's voice fell, the old couple turned around, and fell to the ground with a pop in the direction they came.

"Thank you Bodhisattva, thank you Bodhisattva, it's really a Bodhisattva's blessing——"

The front foot goes to burn incense, and the child who has been in a coma for many days on the back foot wakes up, this is not a bodhisattva manifestation or something!

This kung fu, the old couple was surrounded by the ecstasy of their son's improvement, and they couldn't even take care of the abnormal smell of vegetables, pouting their butts and kowtowing there again and again. While knocking, but also pulling Qiaoer.

"Silly girl, what are you doing standing stupidly, why don't you kneel down quickly and kowtow to the Bodhisattva!"

The door was next to the kitchen, although Liu Zi'an didn't go out, he could hear the movement outside clearly, and he raised the back of his hand to wipe his eyes with some annoyance.

"Damn, I didn't put the chili pepper, why did it spicy my eyes, it must be the garlic sprouts......"

The tender eggplant heats up quickly, and it can be cooked out of the pot after a few simple stir-fries. He had just finished the food here, and before he could serve it out, two unkempt and somewhat pale heads squeezed in through the door.

"An'er, you're really good, you're really good!"

Mother Wang looked at her son who was standing in front of her in disbelief, tears flowed down, and she pounced on her regardless of it, took Liu Zi into her arms, hugged her tightly, and refused to let go.

I am afraid that as soon as I let go, the son in front of me will run away. Aya behind him had red eyes, sniffed his nose, turned his head, and scolded sullenly.

"If you dare to go to the water's edge to play in the future, Lao Tzu will break your dog's legs!"

"Okay, old man, don't pretend to be a murderer there, I don't know who it is, the ...... who was nervously wiping tears every day"

Seeing that the old man was scolding his son again, Wang turned around and choked, and Old Man Liu was so angry that he threw his sleeves and fled in embarrassment. Looking at the old couple's bickering, Liu Zi'an couldn't help but smile dumbly and got up to serve the bowl.

"An'er, when will you cook, it's quite fragrant!"

After Wang finished speaking, he subconsciously took a deep breath, and the fragrance lingered on the end of his nose, hooking his mouth and water.

"I learned from books, and you tried to do it when you weren't at home."

Eggplants can't be fried casually, and they have to be sold to support the family, but the son is in good health, and Wang didn't want to say much, but got up and walked to the plate of eggplants and looked at it carefully.

It doesn't look great, but the smell is very attractive. The old lady couldn't help but pick up the chopsticks on the side and taste it.

"Delicious!"

It seems that even the feeling of exhaustion in the body has disappeared a little, and people can't stop at all!

Liu Zi'an was originally worried that his mother would not believe his nonsense, but when he turned around, he found that his mother had already been involved with the plate of eggplant, so how could he care about when he learned to cook?

suddenly couldn't cry or laugh, and hurriedly stepped forward to push his wife to wash her face. As soon as his hand was placed on his mother's arm, his mother couldn't help but let out a cry of pain.

"Mother, what's wrong with your arm?"

Wang's face changed, and he subconsciously brushed the messy hair on his sideburns, and coped with it a little unnaturally.

"It's okay, when I came back, I accidentally fell with you Aye, it's nothing, just rest for two days."

The look on my mother's face was wrong.

Liu Zi'an frowned, but her mother refused to say, knowing that asking again would not lead to anything, so she simply got up and served the bowl.

It was dark in the kitchen, and Liu Zi'an didn't notice it, waiting for Old Man Liu to enter the house to eat with a black face.

Liu Zi'an noticed that not only did his mother have injuries, but his father also had some obvious scars on his face. But obviously the two old men were reluctant to say more, so they secretly wrote it down.

Pull up the stool for the old man and hand him a pair of chopsticks, and the old man sat down with a hum, picked up the chopsticks and copied them.

The look on his face suddenly became wonderful, and without thinking about it, he picked up the chopsticks and took another bite, which was so delicious that he couldn't stop at all. When the old man stretched out his chopsticks and was about to take the third bite, he was opened by his wife with a chopstick.

"Old thing, you starve to death and reincarnate, haven't you seen that the two children haven't eaten yet?"

Obviously, my wife forgot about her scene in the kitchen. The old man retracted his chopsticks a little sneeringly, but his eyes drifted to the plate of eggplant.

"If you like to eat it, if it's not enough, I'll go back and fry another one."

"No, one dish is enough, more waste - you just right, eat more ......"

Old Man Liu lowered his head and took a sip of brown rice, and replied without raising his head. Probably remembering something, he paused, and added in a sullen voice.

"Old woman, let's stew that old hen tomorrow, Zi'an is just right, I have to make up for it-"

Liu Zi'an wanted to say that he was fine, but there was a warm current in his throat, which made him speechless, so he quickly lowered his head and took a bite of food.

No matter in the past or present life, this body owes too much to its parents.

While she was talking, Qiao'er had already taken out a few strings of copper coins from the room, and the atmosphere in the room suddenly became a little cheerful.

The little girl pounced on the eggplant with joy, and the old lady was not to be outdone and joined the army of food grabbers, watching the family gobble up, Liu Zi'an couldn't help but have a smile on her face.

The years are quiet.

Such a life seems to be good.

Just when Liu Zi'an's family of four was eating dinner, Cheng Chubi and Li Siwen had just rushed back to Chang'an.

"Did you stop by to see Huaiyu back? By the way, give him this wound medicine, and I'll stop by to see Fang Er......"

Cheng Chubi and Li Siwen separated at the intersection and went home on their own horses. When I arrived at Chongde Fang, I turned a corner and made a detour to Xingguo Mansion. He didn't come forward to call the door, but just hid next to him, probing his head and waving to the doorkeeper.

"Cheng Gongzi, are you looking for our second son?"

As soon as Menzi saw Cheng Chubi beckoning, he greeted him familiarly. Cheng Chubi subconsciously dodged next to the big lion at the door, glanced into the gate, and then asked in a low voice.

"Is Fang Jun back?"

He is really stunned by Fang Fu, Fang Xuanling, Fang Xuanling, the father of Fang Xuanling, who is beloved, and the mother who is loved by Fang Xuanling is even more - alas, it is difficult to explain. This point really can't be caught by the people of the Fang family.

Menzi was probably used to seeing the Cheng family's grandfather of the small country with a thief's head and brain, and he was not surprised, but he lowered his voice and replied very cooperatively.

"Come back, kneel in the ancestral hall at the back, or the villain will lead you in-"

"No, no, you help me send this to your second son, please eat it immediately-"

Cheng Chubi said, carefully took out half of the garlic seedlings and more than half of the eggplant from his arms, hesitated, broke off another piece, and stuffed it back.