Xia Zhi praised his son, instructing him on how to do it, stirring the brush with one hand.

"Hee-hee, it's fun!"

Leng Yicheng played energetically, the soft flour, grasped in his hand, was very comfortable, (meat ròu) (meat ròu) fingers trembled non-stop.

On a cold day, it comes out with a beaten foam and puts it on the dining table.

"What else to do?"

"You beat twelve more eggs."

"Hmm!"

Leng Tian answered, took a glass urn, took an egg, tapped lightly on the edge, and then pinched, and the egg came out.

God ((cāo)cāo).

Xia Zhi was dumbfounded.

Looking at his movements, he is more skilled than her.

"You really don't know how to cook?"

Leng Tian's hand was stunned, but the handsome face continued to beat the eggs as if nothing happened, this time, it was not as smooth as the first one, and there was a lot of egg liquid on his fingers.

Summer solstice:......

"I don't know how to cook, doesn't Leng Yicheng know?"

He replied, reached for a napkin and wiped the mucus off the back of his hand, and kicked the question to his son.

Xia Zhi looked at him, and then at her son who was having fun, how did she feel that this person could cook?

"The porridge I made is not bad, I'll cook it for you another day!" Leng Tianfeng's eyes were raised, and he glanced at her evilly.

A bright light flashed over her eyes, and her lips lifted lightly, "Okay, I'm looking forward to Mr. Leng's porridge!" ”

Leng Tian smiled and continued to beat the eggs, separating the yolks a little awkwardly.

Xia Zhi looked at it, and still felt that it was better for him to come, "You fight, I'll separate myself in a while!" ”

"Hmm!"

Seeing that he had broken the egg yolk, he glanced at her in the cold sky and quickly put it down.

She laughed.

Someone's ears are red.

"Baby, it's okay, I'll get one later." Seeing that it was almost over, she hurriedly stopped her son from continuing to sprinkle flour.

Leng Yicheng directly put his hands in the flour and played.

"Hey, it's so comfortable, it's soft, it's powdery!"

Cold:......

"Leng Yicheng, who dares to eat it if you play like this?"

His handsome face sank, and he scolded the little guy who was playing hard.

"My hands are clean!"

Leng Yicheng turned his head and replied to him with a smile.

"Others don't dare to eat when they see you playing like this!"

Leng Tian glared at him sharply.

Leng Yicheng pouted, his eyes blinked, revealing a smart light, "Then I'll eat it myself!" It's me who has a life (日 rì), and it's not you who have a life (日 rì)! You don't have to eat. ”

Xia Solstice snorted and chuckled.

"This is made for me by Mom (Mi mī)!" Leng Yicheng emphasized again.

"Your mother (Mimī) did it, and I didn't participate?" The cold weather turned around and took the little one aside.

Leng Yicheng glared at him angrily, "Why are you like this!?" ”

Leng Tian almost couldn't help laughing, deliberately stretched his handsome face, and reprimanded him, "Prevent you from playing with flour again!" ”

"The cake is just played!" Leng Yicheng stood on the chair with flour on his hands, and sprinkled some on his clothes, looking very funny.

Leng Tian's eyes flashed, and he reached out and dipped some flour into the little guy's face.

Summer solstice:......

"You're so bad, look at me!"

Leng Yicheng was not convinced, leaned over (身shēn), and wiped his hands on Leng Tian's face.

"Haha, Daddy, you're a white face." Leng Yicheng looked at his masterpiece and was overjoyed.

"You're a little white face!" Leng Tian stretched out his hand to wipe his face, and looked at the little guy with a playful look.

Leng Yicheng's small eyebrows frowned slightly, and he looked at him suspiciously, "How do I feel that you are scolding me?" ”

Xia Solstice snickered on the side.

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