There are people outside the world, there are people outside the sky, this is really true.

This Miss Zhao casually mentioned a meal that he had never heard of, let alone eaten.

If he hadn't eaten too much just now, he would have pulled her and asked her to make the food for him to taste.

Xue Wu looked at the way he wanted to eat but had to endure it, and couldn't help but feel funny, "Old Feng, if you have the opportunity in the future, I will make those foods, and please judge them." ”

Feng Xian agreed, "Okay, then it's a word." ”

Being a taster is his favorite thing.

The shopkeeper stood at the door of the restaurant, and when he saw the Ye family's carriage coming, he immediately walked over.

An eleven or twelve-year-old boy lifted the curtain and jumped out of the car, and when he saw the shopkeeper, he shouted: "Uncle Sheng." ”

"Ouch, little master, slow down, don't fall." The shopkeeper was busy.

This young man is Ye Mao, the son of Ye Diao, and he is familiar with the way inside, "Uncle Sheng, where is my father?" ”

The shopkeeper led him inside, "The young owner is in the Qingtong Courtyard at the back." ”

At the same time, he told him some words, to the effect that the identity of the guest in it is not simple, and let him behave well and strive to leave a good impression on the guest.

Ye Mao nodded indiscriminately and walked quickly.

Ye Diao, who glanced outside the house from time to time, noticed that his son was coming, glanced at him, and beckoned him to come over, "Old Feng, this is my rabbit cub, Mao'er, come, I've seen Old Feng." ”

Although Ye Mao was a little naughty at home, in the end, he was the son of everyone, and he was impeccable in terms of etiquette, and he saluted Feng Xian in a similar manner, "Old Feng." ”

Feng Xian: "What do you call Old Feng, just call me Grandpa Feng." ”

Ye Mao immediately changed his words: "Grandpa Feng." ”

Seeing Xue Wu, the only woman present, his eyes were a little curious.

Ye Diao said: "This is my father's friend Zhao Xiaoxian Miss Zhao, she is not a few years older than you, you can call Sister Zhao." ”

Ye Mao happily leaned over: "It turns out that you are Sister Zhao, last time you went to my house, you brought that smoothie and double skin milk, I heard Sister Fu'er say that it was delicious." It's a pity that I wasn't at home that day, and I didn't eat. ”

It seems that this is also a foodie.

Xue Wu smiled: "It's too late to make smoothies now, do you want to eat barbecue?" I'm going to make some for you. ”

"Yes, yes." Ye Mao was busy.

Seeing Xue Wu walk to the screen, he also followed over to take a look, and even wanted to bake and eat by himself.

Xue Wu taught him how to bake.

Ye Diao sighed in his heart, he originally wanted this rabbit cub to leave a good impression on Feng Lao, but now it's good, and he eats it as much as he can.

"Old Feng, it really makes you laugh."

"Let's go over and see what's there."

In the end, Ye Diao simply removed the screen, which was also convenient for Feng Xian to observe.

Feng Xianguang didn't enjoy it, and he joined in, there were only three grills in total, and Ye Diao couldn't join if he wanted to, so he started to fight the three of them.

The same time passed, Xue Wu had already grilled a plate of fragrant meat here, and Ye Mao had barely cooked the meat, although it didn't look good, but it was still edible.

He also doesn't dislike what he bakes, he has a sense of accomplishment and eats with relish.

Only Feng Xian, the meat was directly burnt, and it was a black mass, and it was difficult to swallow when you looked at it.

Look at Xue Wu's, and then look at his own, he quietly threw his meat into the trash, and then put on a piece of freshly marinated meat, pretending that it hadn't been roasted yet.

Ye Diao saw it, pretended not to know, and handed over the meat roasted by Xue Wu. Ye Mao didn't think so much, and asked directly: "Grandpa Feng, why did you throw away the meat?" ”

Ye Diao slapped him on the back of the head, "As long as you have a lot of mouths, the meat can't be blocked, eat yours." ”

Ye Mao chewed the meat, aggrieved.

Usually he also taught him not to waste food, but now that this Grandpa Feng has lost his meat, why don't you let him say it?

Feng Xian's face was a little confused, and he coughed lightly to reveal the topic of barbecue, and asked about Ye Mao's study progress on weekdays.

Speaking of studying, Ye Mao wilted, and the meat didn't taste fragrant anymore, so he replied.

Feng Xian roughly figured out his situation, had a number in his heart, and finally gave a question: "Is this barbecue delicious?" Let's write a poem on the theme of 'barbecue'. ”

Ye Mao nodded halfway through his head and froze, is it too late for him to shake his head now?

If you want to say that the subject that gives him the most headache, that is poetry, doesn't this kill him?

He subconsciously looked at his father.

"What do you want me to do? Feng Lao asked you to compose a poem, hurry up and think about it, if you can't think of this barbecue, don't eat it. ”

Ye Mao: At this moment, he came up with a big rebellious idea - to oust his father from power, usurp the family property, and take charge of the Ye family, to see if he can still threaten him.

Listening to the sound of oil on the barbecue rack and smelling the domineering and rich fragrance, Ye Mao couldn't help swallowing his saliva, how could he not concentrate his mind on composing poetry.

Barbecue poems, barbecue poems......

Ye Mao suddenly had an idea, and chanted: "One piece, two pieces, three or four pieces, five pieces, six pieces, seven or eight pieces." Thousands of pieces, countless pieces, fall into the mouth and disappear. ”

As soon as this poem came out, Feng Xian, who was eating barbecue happily, made a move.

Ye Diao: "Your work is also called a poem?" ”

Ye Mao: "Why isn't it called poetry?" If you have the ability, you can also be one. ”

The leaf carving choked.

As the saying goes, if you have a father, you must have a son, Ye Mao is a scumbag, and Ye Diao, who was a father, was not much better than him when he was a child.

Both father and son belong to people who have headaches and headaches when they see books, but they both have a talent, that is, they are proficient in arithmetic, and it is better to let them read than to let them read the ledger.

In the past, Ye Diao was beaten by his father, that is, the eldest master, when he was studying, and he also stiffly said: Our Ye family is in business, and we don't want to take the top prize, why do you read so many books? Isn't it enough to settle accounts?

Now, it is Ye Diao's turn to be his father, and his son doesn't like to read, and he has finally become the person he hates the most - forcing his son to study.

Now that he is pushed back by his son's words, he can't return it.

I felt like I had lost my face again, and I was holding my breath again.

This rabbit cub thinks he can't clean him up in front of outsiders, right? When I get home, see if he doesn't beat his ass!

Who knew that at this time, Feng Xian said: "This barbecue poem is well written." At first glance, it sounds too plain, but when you taste it carefully, it still has a bit of taste. ”

Ye Diao's mouth opened slightly in surprise.

Who is Feng Lao? There's no need to compliment your own kid with a clear conscience, he said that, that is, he really thinks it's good?

He couldn't help but touch this poem in his heart, or did he think, this is also called poetry? Maybe he doesn't know poetry.

No matter what, to get Feng Lao's praise, this meal is too worthwhile.

Before leaving, Feng Xian said: "I will pay attention to the matter of Mr. Amao." ”

"Then Lao Feng will have to worry about it." Ye Diao personally sent the person out.