Sanping was holding fish and green onions in one hand and a mobile phone in the other, checking the practice of steaming fish, and walked to the door of the house, not noticing her father, Mori Ping, who was standing on the side of the door with her agent, while watching her come over.

When Sanping first started to perform on stage, it was Sen Ping who was busy with him. Sanpei often sits in the preparation room, holding the violin, watching Sen Ping go to contact and go around, if it weren't for the fact that he doesn't know how to put on makeup, Sanping thought he was going to take a makeup brush to help her put on makeup.

As Sanpei was invited to perform more and more frequently, Moripei's physical strength gradually couldn't keep up. Before completely letting go, under the introduction of his friend, he found a professional agent for Sanping - Miss Cheng, who is neat and resolute, and under Miss Cheng's arrangement, Sanping began to appear more frequently in the concert halls of various countries, and on the one hand, it also reduced the frequency of commercial performances. Over time, Sanping has accumulated a certain number of listeners in different countries. On this vacation, Sanping discussed with Miss Cheng in advance before issuing a statement on his personal homepage.

But whether Sanping forgot or deliberately didn't notify it, Sanping's parents only learned the news after browsing her personal homepage.

That's why there was a thunderous outburst last time, but I don't know what my father and agent came to her for today.

Sanping put down her phone and raised her head to see her father, who was looking at her seriously, and Miss Cheng, who didn't have a good face.

"Dad, Miss Cheng, why are you here?" Sanping's heart was suffocated. She was not afraid to see Miss Cheng, but she was afraid to see Miss Cheng and Morihei appear together.

"Come into the house and talk about it." Morihira said coldly. Miss Cheng gave Sanpei a quick look behind Morihei's back.

Sanping boiled a pot of boiling water, made tea for Morihei, made a latte for Miss Cheng, and poured himself a glass of ice water.

Morihei picked up the teacup, took a sip of tea, and was not in a hurry to speak. Miss Cheng took a sip of latte, put the cup down, and said to Sanping: "There is a music exchange meeting in Italy next month, this exchange meeting is held for musicians and performers all over the world, it is said that the attendees will be big names in the music industry, among which there are some talented but not very famous performers, this concert has no threshold, as long as you sign up, you can go, and then everyone will take turns to perform and learn from ......."

"You're going." Sen Ping put down the teacup, raised his eyes and looked at Sanping, "What kind of vacation to take, it's just nonsense." ”

"But then again, Sanping never seems to have taken a vacation, and he really doesn't need to decide to go in such a hurry, because Italy holds this type of concert several times a year, and I can't go this time, so I can go next time." Miss Cheng was a little dissatisfied with Mori Ping interrupting her.

"I mean, you can't miss a single one. Do you understand? Senpei didn't look at Miss Cheng and kept staring at Sanpei.

Seeing that Sanping didn't speak, Senping turned his head to Miss Cheng and said, "You can help her arrange air tickets and accommodation, and start practicing tomorrow." You can't mess around every day. ”

Miss Cheng didn't answer, she looked at Sanping, but Sanping just lowered her head and remained silent.

She hated a little that iron could not become steel: "But the statement has been issued, if the audience sees Sanping attending, it will affect her credibility, right?" ”

"It's your business, who told you to make decisions without going through your heads?"

Miss Cheng is angry.

Sanping raised his head: "Dad, can you just let me rest well?" Not to mention that I haven't rested since my debut, the day after Yonghe died, I rushed to perform, and it has been three years since today. Let me take a break, is it excessive? Sanping swallowed hard.

Sen Pingding looked at the obedient daughter in front of him, watching her little struggle, a little distressed, but the ensuing anger was like a strong wind, blowing out the distress of this star.

It's just that this anger, like the wind, has no foundation, it whizzes in Moripei's chest, but there is no way to emanate from his chest.

He stood up, glanced at Sanping coldly, and then turned around and strode out of Sanping's house.

Miss Cheng watched Sen Ping close the door vigorously, and turned to look at Sanping, only to see Sanping take a long breath and collapse on the sofa.

"I really don't understand you," Miss Cheng picked up the cold latte and took a big sip, "What's going on with your dad?" You are such an adult, are you still led by your father? Did your dad come here and get angry with you? ”

Sanping didn't answer, she looked up at the wall clock on the wall, jumped up all of a sudden, the practice of steaming fish that she had seen half an hour ago had now been completely forgotten, and she said to Miss Cheng: "Do you know how to steam fish?" ”

Miss Cheng, who was full of question marks, was dragged into the kitchen by Sanping with her delicate makeup.

When Xiao Fei walked into the kitchen, he saw Miss Cheng who rolled up his sleeves and was shouting Sanping with green onions, and saw Sanping holding green onions of different lengths and throwing them into the dish with fish in front of Miss Cheng - green onions seemed to be hot. The steam of the pot behind them was about to rise to the ceiling, Miss Cheng and Sanping glanced back, only to find that the water was boiling, and they hurriedly grabbed the dish containing the fish at the same time, Miss Cheng pointed to Sanping's back: "You go get the steaming rack!" Sanping picked up the steaming rack and threw it into the bubbling pot, but the steaming rack soaked obliquely into the hot water, Miss Cheng held the dish with both hands, and kept urging in her mouth: "Hurry up, hurry up, slow down, don't burn......" "I know, I know." Sanping responded, and at the same time reached out to get the upside-down steaming rack, Xiao Fei hurriedly stopped him: "Don't move!" ”

The kitchen immediately fell silent, save for the sound of water splashing. The two women in the kitchen kept their posture in place, turned their heads and watched Xiao Fei walk over quickly, turned off the fire first, and the blisters in the pot slowly sank to the bottom. I saw him pick up a chopstick and pass through the hole in the steaming rack, lift the whole steaming rack out of the hot water, and then carefully and steadily stabilize it in the pot.

Miss Cheng and Sanping looked at Xiao Fei as if they were looking at a pile of shiny gold.

"Really don't stay to eat? You've done a lot of work......" Sanping followed Miss Cheng, who lowered her sleeves as she walked to the door, and she also thoughtfully took a coriander leaf from Miss Cheng's collar.

“…… No. It's because I have a part to contribute......" Miss Cheng first looked at Sanping speechlessly, and then said to Xiao Fei who was standing behind them with a smile, "Xiao Fei, I'll go first, next time we will eat together-well, I invite you to eat outside." ”

Xiao Fei waved at Miss Cheng, and after Miss Cheng nodded to Sanping, she turned around and walked into the quiet night.

As soon as Miss Cheng left, Xiao Fei turned around and stepped over to the dining table and sat down. Sanping followed and walked over. The "result" of Miss Cheng and Sanping's struggle in the kitchen was lying quietly in the middle of the dining table at this time, and a warm yellow lamp on the dining table hit them, but it also emitted a seductive light.

In fact, this steamed fish still looks good, at least there is everything it should have - green onions, coriander, ginger are not missing, and the fish is relatively clean - the small fish scales that occasionally eat in the mouth are negligible.

Xiao Fei used chopsticks to pick up the green onions, coriander and ginger on the surface of the fish, and Sanping looked at him a little nervously.

Looking at Xiao Fei's thumb, Sanping smiled, lowered his head and sandwiched a piece of fish meat for himself. Xiao Fei began to talk about some trivial things like before, like the kitten in the canteen gave birth to a litter of kittens, and there was a classmate in the class who played basketball very well, and the physics he learned today was too difficult...... Sanpei, as usual, listened to him while eating.

"After the spring break, there is a drawing competition at the school." Xiao Fei continued nonchalantly, "I want to participate. ”