Chen Xiaomian saw that Xia An's noodles were separated, and couldn't help but ask curiously:

"Baba, why isn't this brine poured into the noodles?"

Xia An said with a smile: "Different lo noodles have different ways to eat, our family pays attention to the lo noodles layer by layer, eat slowly." ”

"Behold, that's it."

Cheyenne scooped up a layer of marinade with a soup spoon and poured it over the noodles.

Then I picked up the noodles that had been poured with marinade and ate them in my mouth.

Well, it tastes pretty good.

But the distance is famous, and it is not a little meaningful.

Even compared with the lo mein made by his parents before his death, it is slightly inferior.

So cooking is not something you can do well if you have a recipe.

Gotta practice.

Cheyenne is used to tricks, but she is really not proficient in cooking.

Being able to make this dozen lo noodles to the level of eighty percent of his parents' lives is already thanks to the system's fine recipes.

The taste was not complete enough, which made Cheyenne a little nervous.

Chen Xiaomian ate it...... Won't you be disappointed?

He secretly went to look at Chen Xiaomian, and saw Chen Xiaomian following his example and pouring a layer of brine on the noodles.

She clumsily shoved the noodles into her mouth with her small hands into fists, clumsily holding chopsticks.

Cheyenne couldn't help but laugh.

This little girl, although she has a high emotional intelligence, is only a four-year-old child after all.

The four or five-year-old children of other families still need their grandparents to carry the bowl and chase after them to feed.

Although Chen Xiaomian is clumsy and the chopsticks are not good, he can eat them by himself.

Xia An silently put down her chopsticks and stared at Chen Xiaomian.

He was waiting, waiting for Chen Xiaomian to beg him to help feed him.

Chen Xiaomian noticed his movements, her eyes immediately widened, and she said with an exaggerated face: "Wow, it's a good time, the lo noodles made by Baba are simply amazing!" ”

Cheyenne:......

Didn't Chen Xiaomian think he was asking for praise?

Is this little girl's emotional intelligence innate, or is it well taught by her mother?

was praised by his daughter, Cheyenne...... There was a little pride in my heart.

He asked, "Is it really delicious?" ”

Chen Xiaomian didn't answer, but asked rhetorically: "Baba, can I make such a good time to make lo noodles every day in the future?" ”

The beauty inside Xia An'an!

Our little padded jacket is also very intimate, right?

Cheyenne asked decisively, "Do you want Dad to feed you?" ”

Chen Xiaomian's little head shook like a rattle, "No, no, I'm not a three-year-old anymore." ”

Cheyenne:......

Chen Xiaomian should not be lying, because she ate a lot.

Xia An has no experience as a dad, and he prepared as much lo noodles for Chen Xiaomian as himself.

And this little girl was stunned and ate nearly half of it.

Cheyenne was startled after reacting and hurriedly stopped it.

Chen Xiaomian reluctantly put down his chopsticks.

And her little belly is already round.

"Baba, what are we doing in the afternoon?"

After eating lunch, Chen Xiaomian asked.

Cheyenne thought for a while and said, "Isn't it time to take a nap?" ”

"I don't want it! I don't want to sleep! Chen Xiaomian's reaction was a little intense.

Maybe...... Are you afraid that when you wake up, your father will be gone again?

was finally able to be with his father, and Chen Xiaomian cherished it very much.

"Then ...... Can you help Dad do things together? ”

"Let's continue to make lo mein."

Cheyenne thought for a moment and said.

Today, he doesn't plan to open another store, but wants to hone his skills in making lo mein.

Although Chen Xiaomian already thinks Xia An's lo mein is delicious.

But it's not enough! Far from enough!

Like what...... The noodles are not strong enough, and the noodles are not evenly cut.

There are also marinades, which are just right, but I always feel that there is a little less fresh fragrance.

There are a lot of flour and other ingredients before.

You can't throw it away, can you?

Every good sought-after is fed with bullets.

So every good lo noodle master, is it also fed with flour?

After cleaning up a little, the father and daughter began to practice together.

Cheyenne is constantly realizing how to make the noodles strong and soft.

Chen Xiaomian is the same, playing with a small piece of dough on the side.

Her little face is stained with flour, which is even more delicate, charming and cute.

Although it is just dough, Chen Xiaomian is also having fun.

It's a joy that's completely different from being with your mom.

Maybe it's Daddy's temperature!

The sun was setting in the west, and before I knew it, it was already evening.

In the Lianqi Road Police Station, Chen Yu, the female policeman Xiao Chen's pretty face, was full of anxiety and uneasiness.

Finally got rid of the little burden, she thought she would be childless and light.

In the afternoon, she made an appointment with three or five girlfriends, planning to have a good time after work.

As the end of the day approaches...... But she was getting more and more irritable.

"That's right, clothes!"

"I just gave Xiao Mian back to her father, and I didn't bring any clothes."

"And small noodles for daily necessities!"

"Mmmmmmmm

"She's with her dad, what's there to worry about?"

"I'm just going to send her a few dresses and take a look, yes, just a look!"

As soon as the time to get off work arrived, Chen Yu swooped out.

She first went home, packed a few pieces of Chen Xiaomian's clothes, and then went straight to No. 13 Wisteria Street.

The food shop at No. 13 Wisteria Street is also under the jurisdiction of the Lianqi Road Police Station.

Therefore, Chen Yu can grasp the information of Xia An and find him accurately.

After an afternoon of practice, Cheyenne approached a miracle.

And Chen Xiaomian was also very happy.

She used the dough to pinch out a sun, a moon, a few stars, plus a dad, a mom, and an aunt.

"Auntie?" Hearing Chen Xiaomian say that the petite dough was her aunt, Xia An couldn't help but fall into deep thought.

"Baba, can we live with Ma Ma and Aunt Ma in the future? The four of us slept in a big bed! Chen Xiaomian spread out his two short arms and said in a colorful voice.

Cheyenne:......

I don't have any opinion on this, the key depends on your mother, especially your aunt.

The father and daughter are imagining a picture that makes them both extremely excited.

Tuk Tuk Tuk –

There was another knock on the door.

"Little ......" Chen Xiaomian looked surprised, and he was about to pounce happily.

But after seeing Chen Yu's fierce eyes, her word "aunt" couldn't be called out after all.

Even his footsteps stopped, and he just asked timidly, "Xiao Chen, why are you here?" ”

Chen Yu stumbled and almost fell to the ground.

You little girl, you're pretty round, huh?

Dare to call the old lady Xiao Chen?

I don't need to clean it up!!

It's a pity that in front of Cheyenne, she doesn't have a good seizure.

"That ......" After a long time, Chen Yu handed a suitcase to Xia An, "Look at it, is this your daughter's thing?" ”

Cheyenne was amused when she heard this, and grinned: "Yo, isn't this my daughter's 'lost by herself' suitcase!" ”

Chen Yu: ......