As soon as Xiang Ang walked in, Zhou Xiaoting's dog nose smelled the fragrance.

"It smells so good!"

"My daughter-in-law made a leek box and asked me to bring some for you to taste." Xiang Ang put the plate on the table, and then glanced at Zhou Qingsong.

After taking away the hostility towards Zhou Qingsong, Xiang Ang looked at Zhou Qingsong much more pleasing to the eye.

After all, Zhou Qingsong had taken care of his daughter-in-law for him for a short time, and he didn't have any thoughts that he shouldn't have.

Therefore, Xiang Ang recognized what Xiao Yezi said.

Zhou Qingsong is a pure person.

"Uncle Xiang, thank you Teacher Xiao for me." Zhou Xiaoting stood up as he spoke, ran into the kitchen with a fart, and when he came out, he also had an extra plate in his hand, and there were four big steamed buns on the plate.

"Uncle Xiang, this is what my father and I made in the morning, for you and Teacher Xiao to eat, Dad put sugar in the morning, it is sweet." Zhou Xiaoting is short, and Xiang Ang is tall, so Zhou Xiaoting handed things to Xiang Ang, and he still had his feet.

Xiang Ang could tell at a glance which one was made by Zhou Xiaoting on the plate.

There is a palm print on the round steamed bun, which must be Zhou Xiaoting's masterpiece.

Although he couldn't eat in the morning, thinking of what Xiao Yezi had explained to him before, Xiang Ang still took it, thanked him, went to Zhou Xiaoting's room to take his own things and went back.

Zhou Xiaoting was very happy to send Xiang Ang all the way to the gate before he happily ran back and sat down, picked up the leek box and took a bite, and he almost bit his tongue when it was fragrant.

"Dad, this is delicious, isn't it? Teacher Xiao is really amazing, but why can't Teacher Xiao be my mother? Zhou Xiaoting became more and more distressed about this problem, "I like Teacher Xiao as my mother, she is very good, she will definitely not beat me like other people's stepmothers who don't give me food, Dad, will you marry Teacher Xiao?" ”

"You can shut up, if Uncle Xiang hears this, see if your Uncle Xiang will see Teacher Xiao in the future." Zhou Qingsong patted his son's head, "Wait a minute, you go to the yard to see what vegetables grow well, you pick a basket and send it to Teacher Xiao, we can't eat other people's food all the time." ”

Zhou Xiaoting nodded, his mind turned, and he glanced at the leek box in his hand, "Okay, Dad, I'll pick more leeks for Teacher Xiao." ”

Zhou Qingsong glanced at his son, it was strange that he didn't know what the kid was thinking at the moment when he was a father.

Xiang Ang was in a good mood after he went back, put the steamed buns on the dining table and went to the kitchen to help Xiao Yezi.

The steamed buns sent by the Zhou family, Xiao Yezi ate half of them, and Xiang Ang ate two with a good appetite.

A mouthful of porridge, a leek box, and a mouthful of steamed buns, when I put down the chopsticks, I also burped.

"I'll get your other stuff after work in the evening." When Xiang Ang was about to go out, he pretended to say casually, "What else do you need to use?" ”

"Those cotton sweaters in winter, those are too heavy, I didn't bring them all yesterday." Xiao Yezi said, "The weather is slowly getting cold, you can help me bring those first." ”

Xiang Ang nodded, then pushed the cart out.

Xiao Yezi sent him to the door and told him one more sentence, "There is still enough time, you ride slowly." ”

"Hmm." Xiang Ang squirmed for a few seconds, "You have to remember to cook my food at night, and I'll accompany you to eat before going back." ”

Xiao Yezi burst out laughing, nodded, and agreed.