Butterfly doesn't know what she should do anymore, originally the kitchen is her world, since she moved here, she is the owner of this kitchen, no matter what she does, anyway, when it is cooked, she eats it, it is delicious and unpalatable, and it is only the two of them to eat.

If it is unpalatable, the kite will mutter at most, and the butterfly will immediately suppress it: eat it quickly, not too long-winded.

Entertaining Bi Lin for a while, Butterfly racked his brains every day and made some decent dishes.

She did it randomly, and with her understanding of food and the recipes she read on the Internet, the dishes she made were quite popular. This is undoubtedly a great encouragement for butterflies.

Now she has suddenly begun to love food, and every day on the Internet, she will pay attention to the specific methods of watching other people's cooking. Originally, I wanted to show my hand in front of him today, and I didn't want to be hit by him, but the confidence I had just cultivated was gone.

In front of the diving birds, the butterfly immediately revealed its original form. In his eyes, she lived like the life of a cave man on the top of the mountain, and now it is a new era of information and omnipotence. He can't stand the masochistic eating habits of butterflies.

After eating it a few times before, he was embarrassed to say it, so he ate it hard. But according to the dietary requirements of today's diving birds, there is only one evaluation: it is difficult to swallow.

Today, when he learned that he could spend the night here, he suddenly felt like a man, which made him immediately feel passionate and powerful.

Just as he was cooking the first dish, he neatly rolled up the sleeves of his shirt, rolled it up to his elbows, revealing his slightly pale little arms, and took off the watch on his left wrist and handed it directly to the butterfly.

Butterfly just wanted to turn around and put the watch, but he stopped her again: Stop, do you still have an apron?

When the butterfly saw it, he was wearing a straight white shirt, a snow-white white shirt, and said with a wry smile: You are dressed so beautifully, it is not easy to do housework. The apron is on me.

The diving bird looked up and down, although it was a little exaggerated, it was still a pink apron with a cartoon pattern painted on it, but in order to avoid this snow-white shirt, he shook his fingers, and the butterfly didn't understand for a while, he was a little impatient, and said: Hurry up, take it off!

The butterfly understood, sneered, then took off the apron, put it on him directly, looked at it, couldn't help pursing his lips and laughing, the diving bird said seriously: Don't laugh, you go and set the table, I'll be fast.

When he was cooking, the butterfly looked at it stupidly for a while, she was in a trance, the man in front of her was the boy back then? How did he become such a man who is familiar with housework now?

As soon as the diving bird turned her head, she found that she was stunned when she looked at herself, so she pushed her with her ass again, and she screamed, and he said, "What are you doing?" Hurry up, that's all these dishes are going to be fast. It's still cold, so eat it while it's hot.

He quickly and quickly cooked a few dishes that the butterfly had already prepared.

When the last dish was served, the butterfly had already told Zhi Kite to pack up the textbook, wash her hands, and serve it. When she saw the diving bird coming out of the kitchen, she was stunned for a moment, and then laughed out loud and said, "Dad, why did you put this on?" It's so much fun!

The diving bird was busy cleaning up the rest of the kitchen and didn't have the heart to talk to him, so he hurriedly said: Okay, let's eat, it's not too early, they should be hungry.

He turned back to the kitchen like a top, and asked the butterfly in a loud voice in the kitchen: Have you added any ingredients to the soup?

The butterfly came out of the bedroom, and when she heard him ask herself, she also said in a loud voice: "Salt is not added, and it is usually put last." You can taste it.

The diving bird said: Got it.

When he came out again, he had already come out with a pot of sauerkraut pork rib soup.

The three of them sat down together, and the diving bird looked at the kite with a smile, and suddenly said: Dad won't go back at night today, do you say okay?

The kite was a little confused, looked at the butterfly and then at him, and asked the butterfly carefully: Mom, is this true?

Butterfly didn't expect him to say this immediately while the iron was hot, but he had promised him before, and now he didn't regret breaking his promise, so he said a little helplessly: Well, there is such a thing.

Then he glared at the diving bird very unceremoniously, and the gloating smile on his face was so infuriating.

Of course, he was happy, he was born to be lively, and what he was most afraid of was being left out and being alone.

Living with butterflies is too lonely, so whenever there is a guest at home, an outsider, he is extremely excited.

What he was most afraid of was being alone and Butterfly, Butterfly was reading a book and ignoring him, and he felt as if he was the only one left in the world.

He danced with his hands and shouted, "Good, good, great." Dad, teach me to play chess at night.

The diving bird shook its eyes contentedly at the hesitant butterfly, and the corners of its mouth rippled with an infinitely gentle smile.

The butterfly drooped her head, looked at the two of them on the ground, and said with a resentful expression: Don't be happy, let's eat first.

The diving bird was satisfied, and gave a lot of vegetables to the kite, saying: Taste, today is not your mother burned it, but your father burned it, is it delicious?

The kite said, "It must be delicious."

The butterfly poked him in the shoulder and said, "This rebellion is too fast, you are the grass on the wall." Two days ago, I said that the food I cooked was delicious, but today I changed my face so quickly.

The kite did not have time to speak, because the butterfly decreed that he should not speak when his mouth was full of food. He opened his flickering eyes, which obviously meant: I'm not talking nonsense, it's really delicious, don't believe it, can you taste it?

The diving bird also clipped a chopstick, gave it to the butterfly, and said gently: Eat, what to see? It's not that I'm bragging, but I still have a few hands on it. Although it is not as good as those star-rated chefs, if you are an Internet celebrity food anchor, you still have more than enough rubbing.

Butterfly couldn't help but laugh, glanced at him, and said: You are really thick-skinned, Shibei should be impressed for three days, I am really impressed, I want to see how thick your skin is now?

The diving bird smiled and said, "Don't believe it, you taste it."

Butterfly took a bite and couldn't help but admire: Well, to be honest, the taste is good, but what Internet celebrity food anchor is, this is too exaggerated. If people don't have two hits, how dare they go online to play?

The diving bird disagreed, saying: What did I say wrong? There are a lot of those food anchors on the Internet, but it's just a gimmick. Our company is now engaged in online platforms and other services, and I know the unspoken rules in it, and there is nothing fancy. It's just that you don't understand.

Butterfly said: I don't know what Internet celebrity food is not delicious, I just know that today's dinner table is too noisy.

When the diving bird saw the butterfly say this, he didn't say anything and bowed his head to eat. After eating, the diving bird leaned back in the chair and watched the butterfly still there, slowly pulling the last bite of food in the bowl.

Zhikite has already drunk a big bowl of soup, saying that it is delicious, and it is too sour. I asked for a second bowl.

The butterfly finished its last bite of food, then put down its chopsticks and looked at the kite, and the diving bird was looking at her with a smile and said, "What are you laughing at?" Look at you smiling so badly.

The diving bird couldn't stop laughing to himself, saying, "It's okay to laugh?"

The butterfly's eyes looked at the diving bird, and his eyes flickered like a kite stopper, counting on him to volunteer as when he was cooking: You sit, I'll wash the dishes!

The diving bird seemed to have seen through her intentions, yawned, and lazily said: I'll leave the rest to you? I'm tired too.

The butterfly pursed its mouth, and even a fool can understand this. The butterfly glanced at him hard, but couldn't help it. After all, this is his own home, and if he changes to him, he can pretend to be lazy and avoid washing dishes under various excuses.

The diving bird and the kite went into the room to play chess. As soon as the two of them left, there was a table of dishes and pots waiting to be cleaned up.