"No, you go to dinner. Cooking porridge is the most important skill to test the chef's craft, your girl's mouth, don't look noble, but Diao. Yue Wenqin shook his head and motioned for Xiao Zi to go to dinner.

The soup cakes I ate in the morning and the soup dumplings I ate last night, Yue Wenqin, a southerner, definitely couldn't stand it. declined Mrs. He's hospitality, and came back to cook and cook by herself, this time the three of them faced three dishes and one soup, one bowl of rice, which looked very tempting.

"By the way, your sister is in your grandfather's house, will she freeze in the morning?" He took a big bite of rice, and suddenly remembered something at this time, and said hurriedly.

"I really can't mess with her." An An is actually the person who knows Qingqing best, he was born, in fact, he was brought by Qingqing, He himself felt that Qingqing was sensible and had read, so he kept letting Qingqing play with An An, and An An actually accompanied Qingqing for the longest time.

"You said, a family like you has offered a princess to come. What does your family think? A family, only her? Yue Wenqin was speechless, one was afraid that she would freeze, the other was afraid of making trouble with her, the little girl was unhappy, and the whole family was not happy. How are you going to spend this day?

"You want to care?" Ho gave him a roll of the eye.

"You're the only boy in your family? You're eleven years younger than her! Do you feel unfair? Yue Wenqin turned his head to look at An An, who was concentrating on eating.

"Boys want to protect girls, you said yesterday?" An An shook his head and said firmly.

"Okay, you go ahead!" Yue Wenqin was speechless, and looked at He's, He smiled and fed An An a piece of meat, ignoring him, Yue Wenqin was really heartbroken, "Alas, you say, such a girl, where are you looking for your uncle?" ”

"Does it have anything to do with you?" A cold voice behind him.

Everyone turned around together, and Qiao Ye and Qiao Dayong stood at the door of the hall.

"Can you tell me something else, old man?" Yue Wenqin sighed, "Yes, I'll go serve you rice and stir-fry some more vegetables." ”

The old man sat down, "Just serve the meal." ”

"There is not enough food, if you want to come back to eat, you have to notify in advance." Yue Wenqin gave them a roll of eyes, walked into the kitchen quickly, and came out with a dustpan of steamed buns first, "This is steamed by Mrs. He, you eat first." ”

The old man didn't look at him, he took a steamed bun himself, filled some soup in the empty bowl himself, and lowered his head and bit the steamed bun with a big bite.

"I'll go see Qingqing." Qiao Dayong looked at the empty bowl on the table, a little worried.

"I can't go, my sister is reading." An An shook his head and looked down at the steamed buns, which he liked to eat, "Can you give me one?" ”

"Why aren't you there?" The old man raised his head and looked at his grandson. Shouldn't Qingqing take An An with her?

"My sister said that I should decide whether I want to watch it or not when I am fifteen. But my sister said, thank me! An An said hurriedly.

"And then?" The old man was still expressionless.

"No, then! My sister isn't looking at what you want her to see, she's looking at something else. An An shrugged his shoulders, took the big steamed bun handed over by the uncle, and took a big bite.

"Did I tell her to see anything?" Qiao Ye looked at his grandson coldly, "So, you still have a lot to learn." ”

An An is sluggish, what does this mean? Holding a big steamed bun, the small grease mouth is shiny, and it looks very funny.

Qiao Dayong patted An An gently: "It's okay, it's okay, you're still young, when you reach the age of fifteen, you must be smarter than your sister." ”

An An nodded seriously and hurriedly: "Yes, my sister said it, and I will decide whether to watch it when I am fifteen years old." Uncle, why don't you watch it? ”

"I'm not ready." Qiao Dayong drove the rice in An An's bowl into his empty bowl, and sandwiched some distant dishes into An An's empty bowl.

Qiao Ye was about to say something, Yue Wenqin rushed out of the kitchen, holding a large plate of scrambled eggs with kimchi in his hand, this is a fast dish, and hurriedly put it in front of the old man, "Old man, it is best to put eggs in steamed buns." Come, An'an, I'll clip it for you. ”

He stood in the middle of the old man and An An, took An An's steamed buns, sandwiched tender eggs between the steamed buns, and soaked crispy pickles in them, and smiled at An An.

"Don't worry, grandpa won't scold me during dinner anymore." An An hurriedly smiled sweetly at the old man.

"You're so smart!" Yue Wenqin saw An An take a big bite, smiled and gently touched his round head.

An An smiled shyly, and opened her mouth wide to bite the steamed bun.

Qiao Ye saw that they were about to say something, but they were stopped by Yue Wenqin's eye knife. The old man caught some eggs in his bowl and gagged his mouth firmly.

The old man didn't want to eat a steamed bun and was about to go back to the house, but An An hurriedly shouted, "Grandpa, my sister is in your study, you can't go in." ”

"I'm back at the Yamen!" Qiao Ye was really angry, and turned to go directly out of the door.

"How cold it is in your grandfather's house!" Qiao Dayong's heart hurt, but he didn't dare to move, he only cared about his heart.

"I'm still worried about your daughter's leg, I went to see it when I came back, and she was standing all the time, and if she did, she would have been standing all morning." Yue Wenqin grimaced at Qiao Dayong.

Qiao Dayong immediately put down the bowl and prepared to rush to the back.

"Stop, stop, your daughter is studying, and your old man has given up the house. Do you dare to bother? Yue Wenqin pressed Qiao Dayong and prepared to sit by himself

Qingqing was at the door of the restaurant, looking at them coldly.

"Owner, you're out of customs, what do you want to eat?" Yue Wenqin hurriedly jumped down and smiled.

"So be it!" Qingqing sat back in her place, took a steamed bun, and nibbled on it herself.

"Baby, are you done?" Qiao Dayong looked at his daughter carefully.

"No, but I don't want to see it." Qingqing shook her head, her face pale.

"Then I won't watch it at the age of fifteen!" An An looked at Qingqing's face and said hurriedly. But seeing that everyone looked at him, he was a little shy, and tentatively asked, "Then I'll talk about it when I'm twenty years old?" ”

"It's okay, you can go whenever you want!" Qingqing nodded and took the soup sent by Yue Wenqin, and drank it from the bowl.

An An stopped eating and looked at Qingqing blankly. Qingqing didn't drink soup in front of the bowl, but in this way, she didn't look at it, so she held the soup bowl and drank it.

"Is the soup good?" Yue Wenqin looked at Qingqing, who was still wandering the world.

Qingqing was stunned for a moment and looked at the soup, beef soup, which had beef tendon in it. Beef tendon is very soft, and it is impossible for beef tendon to melt in the mouth, but the meat tendon has the toughness of beef tendon, but there is no feeling of being difficult to bite at all, and it will not stuff your teeth.

"Good." Qingqing smiled at him.

"Alas, the beef is strong, and the pepper is put to ward off the cold. Is your book tied to the wall, you have to stand in a cold room to read? There's a stove in your room, there's a stove in your study, and then what? Freezing and tired yourself to study, and then wasting so much coal? Are you good or bad in your head? "Yue Wenqin is about to jump to his feet.