Zheng Huawen only took half an hour to make three dishes and one soup, which looked and smelled very good.

Zheng Huawen is quite satisfied with his cooking skills that have not declined

"Alright. Dad, Bao Xuan, we can eat. ”

Song Baoxuan sat on the left side of Old Man Zheng, and Zheng Huawen sat on the right side of Old Man Zheng.

Song Baoxuan looked at the dishes on the table and said to Zheng Huawen.

"Uncle Zheng, your cooking skills are really good, I know it must be delicious before I eat it."

Zheng Laozi glanced at Zheng Huawen and said.

"Bao girl, this is the good dish you brought, it has nothing to do with his cooking skills, such a good dish, it will be delicious if you stir-fry it casually."

Zheng Huawen didn't care about Old Man Zheng's words, and gave Old Man Zheng a chopstick dish.

"Dad, try it and see if I still have anything to improve. Bao Xuan, whatever you want to eat, you can eat it yourself, you're welcome. ”

Song Baoxuan nodded and said.

"Well, I'm thick-skinned!"

Zheng Laozi quickly finished eating the dishes that Zheng Huawen had given him, and then said as if he was very reluctant.

"Barely enough."

"Dad, you can just think it's delicious."

"I didn't say it's delicious, the main thing is that the ingredients are good, don't be complacent."

"Okay, okay, I got it."

Song Baoxuan felt that Zheng Huawen's cooking was very delicious, not only because of the raw materials themselves, but also because of Zheng Huawen's cooking skills.

"Baoxuan, what do you think? Still appetizing? ”

Song Baoxuan swallowed the rice in her mouth, and then replied.

"It's delicious, Uncle Zheng, the dishes you cook are as delicious as my mother's."

"Haha! Then your mother's cooking must be delicious. ”

Old Man Zheng glanced at Zheng Huawen.

"Don't beat around the bush and praise yourself, Bao girl is polite, are you serious?"

"Dad, if you don't praise me, don't you let Baoxuan praise me?"

"How old are you? Do you want to be praised, is it a shame? ”

"I don't think I'm ashamed! We don't have outsiders here. ”

Although Old Man Zheng has always been very disgusted with this meal, his hands have not stopped picking vegetables.

Zheng Huawen was worried that Old Man Zheng would be uncomfortable if he ate too much, so he said.

"Dad, eat less, don't eat anymore."

Old Man Zheng put down his chopsticks, the bowl was clean, and he ate two large bowls of rice.

"Humph! I didn't eat much, just you took care of that, and those who didn't know thought you were my son! ”

Zheng Huawen was silent, it was too difficult for him to be a son, and he had a father who disliked him all day long.

Old Man Zheng suddenly wanted to write, so he asked Song Baoxuan.

"Bao girl, do you know how to write calligraphy?"

Old Man Zheng felt that Song Baoxuan probably wouldn't, so he would teach Song Baoxuan in person later, he had nothing to do, and he had to find something to do.

Song Baoxuan nodded, she can write calligraphy, but she hasn't written it for a long time.

"A little bit."

"You will do this too? Is there anything you wouldn't? ”

"Yes! I don't know how to do many, but if you need it, I'll learn it. ”

"Haha! Let's go, go to the study with me to write, I haven't written with a brush for a long time. ”

"Okay."

Old Man Zheng looked at Zheng Huawen and said before leaving.

"You clean up the table, you don't have anything to do anyway, don't be idle."

Song Baoxuan felt that she was eating for nothing here and didn't do anything, so she was not very embarrassed, so she spoke.

"Grandpa Zheng, let me clean it up!"

Zheng Laozi grabbed Song Baoxuan's arm and didn't let her move.

"Bao girl, don't move, just let him come, let's go upstairs to write, I haven't seen you write with a brush yet!"

Zheng Huawen said with a smile and Song Baoxuan.

"Yes. Baoxuan, you and my dad go upstairs to write, there are just a few dishes and chopsticks here, and I can do it alone. ”

Old Man Zheng pulled Song Baoxuan's arm, and Song Baoxuan said helplessly.

"Then it's hard Uncle Zheng."

"It's not hard, it's not hard."

"What hard work does he have, if he has nothing to do for a day, if he doesn't do some work at home, he will become a waste."

Song Baoxuan inexplicably sympathized with Zheng Huawen, he was so disgusted by Old Man Zheng every day, he must be very heartbroken.

Zheng Huawen: I don't stop piercing my heart, it's like a thousand arrows piercing my heart!

Song Baoxuan followed Old Man Zheng to the second floor.

Zheng Huawen looked at the dining table alone and sighed deeply.

"Alas! I definitely picked it up. ”

Then Mally started to clean it up, and he didn't do less at first glance.