"Ding~"

The pleasant text message ringtone suddenly sounded, Xia Xiaoyu picked up the mobile phone and clicked on the text message, the content was: Xiaoyu, let's find a time to talk, okay?

In this era of flying sky, who is so old, and still sends text messages, when I look at the sender, it is actually a series of unfamiliar phone numbers.

Yes, texting and an unfamiliar number is either an official 10086 text message or a scam text message.

Therefore, for the safety of his own property, Xia Xiaoyu did not hesitate to delete the text message, but as soon as he deleted it, a new text message came.

The content is: It's me, Zhang Hengbo.

These words are like the password to open Pandora's box, and in an instant, Xia Xiaoyu's heart is like turning over the river and the sea, and he can't calm down for a long time.

Yes, once, countless nights and days, Xia Xiaoyu was waiting for Zhang Hengbo's phone messages, day after day, day after day, waiting for all of them were bamboo baskets to draw water, and they were empty.

Unexpectedly, after so many years, she was married, not only waiting for him to return to China, but also waiting for his message, which was extremely ironic.

Recall, he has appeared in her heart countless times, in dreams, in her mind, making her lonely and unforgettable, and so on, until now, that kind of unrest, as if, turned into a pool of stagnant water.

Zhang Hengbo, you, after all, are still back.

But, what about coming back, since the people who once insisted on leaving, since they can't stay, now, they don't have to come back.

Xia Xiaoyu smiled coldly, directly deleted the text message, and added this unfamiliar number to the blacklist without hesitation.

Her heart is very small, so small that she can only love one person, it used to be Zhang Hengbo, but now, it is not.

"Wife, give it a try, does this dish meet your taste?"

Suddenly, Hu Weicheng put the fried cauliflower that had just come out of the pot on the table in front of Xia Xiaoyu, and then handed her a pair of chopsticks.

"Ahh

Xia Xiaoyu, who had not yet recovered from the text message, was startled by Hu Weicheng's sudden move, and immediately reacted and hurriedly took the chopsticks.

"Oh, okay, I'll try."

She picked up a piece of cauliflower, and then carefully put it in her mouth, and the fragrance instantly swept her tongue bud, this taste, so familiar!

It's like, daddy's taste.

Why, Hu Weicheng can do it?

"Wife, how does it taste?"

Hu Weicheng asked with a smile, his confidence was unquestionable, as if he knew that Xia Xiaoyu would like his cooking.

"Worthy of the word delicious food."

Xia Xiaoyu put down the chopsticks in his hand, looked at Hu Weicheng, and said word by word.

"If my wife likes it, it's fine."

After getting a satisfactory answer, Hu Weicheng turned around and continued to stir-fry.

And Xia Xiaoyu picked up the chopsticks again and ate another bite of cauliflower, this taste is really right, it is exactly the same as the taste of Dad's cooking.

But, why is it the same?

This unique taste is the culinary skill that has been passed down from generation to generation by the Xia family. Xia Xiaoyu still clearly remembers that her father once said that her daughter, her father's cooking skills have been passed down from generation to generation in the Xia family, and your grandfather personally taught it.

It's a pity that the Xia family's cooking skills are passed on to men and not women, it seems that only after you, get married, if your son-in-law and grandson are willing to learn, I will teach it, so that the children will pass it on from generation to generation, the Xia family's cooking skills will continue, and this delicacy will not dissipate under the passage of time.

However, what Dad didn't expect was that he hadn't seen his daughter get married, and his cooking skills had not been taught, so he left this world forever.

I once thought that the Xia family's cooking skills would be famous for a hundred years, but I didn't want to, so I stopped sending it in my father's hands.

But what is unpredictable is that after many years, she tasted the unique taste of the Xia family's cooking again here with Hu Weicheng, and he is still her husband.

Is this a coincidence, or is it predestined?

Because, Dad also said that the Xia family's cooking skills are passed on to men but not to women, and not to the outside, so if anyone learns to cook, either Xia Xiaoyu's husband or her children will be her children.

Could it be that her father, without her knowledge, recognized him as a son-in-law and taught him what he had learned all his life.

Impossible, when his father died, Hu Weicheng was just a hairy boy.

It's so weird!

Just when Xia Xiaoyu was about to ask who taught Hu Weicheng to cook, Hu Tianxin's voice suddenly sounded at the door.

"Mom, you're stealing!"

Hu Tianxin hugged the kitchen door, looking aggrieved, even a little angry, and a little envious, those little eyes, staring at the cauliflower on the table, the little mouth couldn't help but chirp, yes, she was so hungry, she wanted to eat vegetables, why could her mother eat, she couldn't.

"Tianxin, do you want to eat cauliflower?" Xia Xiaoyu asked.

"Yes." Hu Tianxin replied honestly.

"Come here, let's eat together."

"Okay."

With Xia Xiaoyu's consent, Hu Tianxin jumped into the kitchen and came to Xia Xiaoyu's side.

"Mom, hug."

"Okay."

Xia Xiaoyu held it in his arms, took a pair of clean chopsticks and handed it to her.

"Does Tianxin use chopsticks?"

"Yes, Dad taught."

"That day, Xin took chopsticks to eat by himself, okay?"

"Okay."

Hu Tianxin took the chopsticks, picked up the cauliflower very skillfully, ate it in his mouth, and then danced with his hands, very happy.

Hu Weicheng, who was stir-frying, looked at Xia Xiaoyu and Hu Tianxin helplessly, and said with a headache, "Wife, you are too fond of Tianxin, you will let her develop bad habits like this." ”

Xia Xiaoyu disagreed with Hu Weicheng's statement, and directly retorted, "The child is her father, and the daughter is born to be spoiled, besides, in her own home, why did it become a bad habit for the daughter to eat some cauliflower in the kitchen, Tianxin, is my mother right?" ”

Hu Tianxin nodded and replied, "Mom is right about everything!" ”

Someone supported, Xia Xiaoyu said happily, "Hu Weicheng, look, the children all said, I was right." ”

Hu Weicheng smiled helplessly, "Yes, yes, my wife and daughter are right." ”

Suddenly, Xia Xiaoyu's phone rang, not a text message, but someone called, and the caller ID was a brand new series of strange calls.

Who could it be?

Xia Xiaoyu pressed the answer button, and a familiar voice came from the earpiece.

"Hey, Xiaoyu, it's me."

This voice is none other than Zhang Hengbo, Xia Xiaoyu was silent, and when she was hesitating to hang up the phone, Zhang Hengbo seemed to have guessed her thoughts, and hurriedly continued.

"If you don't want me to harass your husband and children, don't hang up the phone."

Xia Xiaoyu looked at Hu Weicheng's busy figure, obviously, she didn't notice her side, and Hu Tianxin in her arms was concentrating on eating cauliflower.

Immediately, she lowered her voice and asked.

"What the hell do you want?"

In the earpiece, Hu Weicheng paused word by word and said clearly.

"Xiaoyu, let's get back together!"