Luan Xiaotian pouted, she really didn't mean to clean her studio, as for the kitchen not being cleaned up, it wasn't because he was called by his grandmother and abused!

"Do you want salted fish?" Nan Yukong asked.

"Don't!" The salted fish was fried, and the whole house was stinky and choking.

"Marinate for another fifteen minutes, then make sweet and sour fish pieces." Nan Yukong's hand to cut the ginger shreds stopped, and he spoke, and by the way, the strips of ginger shreds that had been cut by Luan Xiaotian before were finely processed.

'Gollum...... Gollum ......'

Luan Xiaotian patted his tummy belly, embarrassed, "It's hungry...... Hungry ......."

She really wanted to find a crack in the ground to get into, such a humiliating thing could happen in front of Nan Yukong.

The loss of face was thrown to grandma's house.

What a bad belly!

"Hungry, some snacks in the fridge." Nan Yukong rolled up his sleeves, took out the apron from the small cupboard, and took two handfuls back with his hand, "Help me tie the apron first." ”

Luan Xiaotian stood behind Nan Yukong, staring at the back of his head.

She was so tall, twenty centimeters taller, and her thick black hair was a little messy, and it was messy everywhere.

The apron is a pink and blue striped pattern, which looks particularly abrupt on him, but it is unusually harmonious.

The apron is tied with a rope at the back, and it is just right to tie it to Nan Yukong's inverted triangle waist.

Inverted Triangle!!

Luan Xiaotian smiled evilly, "Wait, I'll go upstairs!" ”

Before Nan Yukong could speak, he saw the girl climbing upstairs happily, and the sound of light and happy footsteps was imprinted on the tip of his heart.

After a few minutes, the girl poked her head out, and there was a small notebook and a few pencils in her hand.

"You're going to model for me!"

Nan Yukong's eyebrows seemed to wrinkle slightly, and the movements of his hands also stiffened, "Model? ”

"This time it won't be changed by grandma again," Luan Xiaotian assured.

"Whatever." Nan Yukong had a dark face, and all he had was full of unwilling smiles.

The sound of the pencil falling on the paper, mixed with the sound of the oil pot, and the beautiful melody lingered in the ears.

The air was full of the smell of fish, Nan Yukong gently flipped the fish in the pot twice, sprinkled the appropriate amount of white sugar, and then covered the pot.

The lines on his body are not as stiff as last time, but they are naturally a lot.

Before turning off the heat and removing the pot, Nan Yukong poured all the prepared vinegar sauce on the sweet fish pieces.

The rich flavor instantly fills the taste buds in the mouth.

"It smells so good......!" Luan Xiaotian praised.

This is simply a delicacy in the world, and you can feel its sweetness and softness from afar.

The bony hand opened the refrigerator, took out a bundle of coriander and waved it, and the slight eyes were full of the reflection of the girl holding the picture book, "Do you want to add coriander?" ”

The girl shook her head and whispered, "Don't." ”

**

At the same time, in the old house of the Nan family.

Grandma sat in front of the sofa drinking vegetable and fish porridge, and beckoned Aunt Yuan, "Hurry up and sit down and taste whether this porridge is fragrant." ”

Aunt Yuan tasted it and asked happily, "Old lady, isn't it bad for you to play the third young master like that, he is the grandson you personally watched." ”

"The empty milk boy doesn't care about that." Grandma replied indifferently.

What I care about is the result, and I have always been like this since I was a child.

Painting, piano, singing, taekwondo...... He put as much effort into it as he learned, but he trained desperately to get the results he wanted.