Ye Hongxuan picked up a piece of lean pork from the red soup pot, put it in the oil dish and wrapped it for a while, stuffed it into his mouth and chewed it a few times, and soon, he spit it out again with a disgusted face, shaking his head and sighing, and complaining.

"Today's pork slices still haven't tasted good, they taste too tender, the taste is not good, the meat taste is almost untasty, or your sister makes it delicious."

As soon as I heard this.

Sister Cheng Huaijin immediately showed a proud expression, grinning and smiling.

"Of course...... I didn't say anything about my sister's craftsmanship...... Our chef can make some traditional minced meat, make some fish tart, stew some hot or something, but when it comes to making those new dishes that my sister knows, although he has a recipe, he has not been taught and guided by my sister in person after all, and his skills are naturally not as good as my sister's. ”

"......" The corners of Ye Hongxuan's mouth twitched: I just sighed, you just babbled such a long list, you don't need to be so exaggerated, right? You don't need to be so showy, right?

After the topic came to Xiaomei.

Cheng Huaijin, a rough man, suddenly turned into a chatterbox, and said in a slightly sour tone.

"My sister is such a good woman, it's really a stinky boy from the cheap second brother...... The second brother can actually eat the meals made by his sister at every meal, and every time he can eat all kinds of novel food made by his sister for the first time, and he can wear the clothes woven by his sister for the first time every time......"

"Okay, okay, don't say it, please don't say it." Ye Hongxuan had an unbearable expression of begging for mercy, and rolled his eyes at his friend: "Sour~~~ It's so sour~~~ It's so sour that I have a toothache." ”

Cheng Huaijin's rough face with a scar hooked a sneer, and he leaned over and snatched the chopsticks from his friend's hand, which was a shameless homeopathic "kind" reminder.

"A toothache is not a disease, it hurts to kill...... Since you have a terrible toothache, don't eat this hot pot tonight, let me enjoy it alone. ”

“…… Phew~~~ You think it's beautiful. Ye Hongxuan glared at his friend and slapped the table: "Housekeeper, hurry up and get another pair of chopsticks for my son." ”

When the housekeeper outside heard this, he immediately ordered the entourage waiting in the distance to hurry to the kitchen to get chopsticks.

After the new chopsticks are brought.

While eating, the two quarreled a few words from time to time.

After eating.

The two of them, who felt a little greasy, drank tea to hydrolyze the oiliness.

"My sister is right! Once you don't add those messy things to this tea, it tastes much better. ”

"That's right." Ye Hongxuan nodded approvingly, and at the same time, he also learned to be obedient, when his friend showed off his righteous sister, it was better not to raise the bar too deliberately, so as not to make this guy talk more and more.

Cheng Huaijin took another sip of tea, smacked his lips, and said with disdain and emotion.

"In the past, those Chinese court officials, the so-called elegant people in the family of the gate lords, always laughed at Lao Tzu behind their backs for being a vulgar turtle who didn't understand what 'Ya' was, phew~~~ Lao Tzu just doesn't like to drink tea made of a mess of things, and it tastes weird when he drinks it, just like drinking swill, but they seem to think that the more things they add, the more it proves that their family has strong financial resources, and the more they can prove how elegant they are......"

Ye Hongxuan sighed with feeling.

"Yes, who knows that after brewing this tea leaves with boiling water, it tastes different."

The two chatted for about an hour before they went back to their houses.

。。。。。。

Two days later, in the early morning.

It's already getting dark.

The cold wind was blowing outside the house, such a cold day, plus there was nothing to be busy these days, and the eldest aunt arrived, although Ye Qing had woken up, she just didn't want to get up when she was in her husband's arms.

Gu Nanshan's rough and hot palm, which had been close to Ye Qing's dull pain in his lower abdomen all night last night, saw his wife in his arms wake up, kissed her forehead, and asked softly.

"Does it still hurt? Do you want me to make you a bowl of brown sugar water? ”