Now Zhao Cheng has finished a Xinhua dictionary, and he has probably read all the words on it.

"Okay, don't look at it, pack up your things and put them for dinner, you should taste my craftsmanship well."

"Okay, I'll put the book away first." Zhao Cheng nodded and stood up, put the book away, and habitually wanted to put it on the shelf.

However, after seeing that there were no bookshelves here, Zhao Cheng walked into Song Qing's bedroom with the books.

Glancing at Zhao Cheng's back, Song Qing continued to turn around and go back to the kitchen, and then burned a tomato and egg soup.

A big bowl of soup, Song Qing took a handkerchief wrapped in the bowl and walked out of the kitchen with the soup and carefully placed it on the coffee table.

Braised pork, egg soup, and a shredded potato, although there are only three dishes, it is not very large, so it is enough for three people.

After the dishes were fried, Song Qing went to the kitchen cupboard and took the bowl out to prepare the rice, but as soon as she walked out of the kitchen, she saw Zhao Yu come to her.

"Auntie, you've worked hard, go and sit down, I'll serve the meal."

Zhao Yu said and took the bowl and the spoon in Song Qing's hand and walked towards the rice cooker.

The rice cooker is not big, and it has been unplugged at this time and is quietly placed in the corner.

Zhao Yu squatted down and reached out to open the rice cooker, and the aroma of rice instantly hit his face.

In the pot is white rice, which looks full and soft.

At first, when he saw his mother cooking rice in this small and round pot, he was still confused, thinking that there was no fire how to cook.

It wasn't until he saw the heat coming out of the rice cooker that he believed that in this era, cooking rice no longer needs fire, but electricity.

Even when stir-frying, there is no need to burn firewood, but to use gas, for Zhao Yu in this world, it is very novel.

But if you want to understand, I'm afraid it will take a while.

Zhao Yu took a spoon and put rice in the bowl.

"Dad, catch it." After serving the rice, Zhao Yu waved his hand, and the bowl flew towards the dining table as if it was alive.

As soon as Song Qing sat down, he saw a bowl flying in front of him.

Seeing that the bowl arrived in front of him, he couldn't help but subconsciously wave his hand to block his eyes.

Just when she thought she might be hit by the bowl, a hand quickly reached out and gently caught the bowl.

"What are you afraid of, I can't smash you with me." Zhao Cheng said and put the bowl in front of Song Qing, "Let's eat!" ”

When he caught the second bowl, Zhao Cheng's face darkened, and he looked at his son who was sitting next to Song Qing with a smile and a bowl in hand

"Don't do it next time, you're going to scare you...... Aunt. ”

Zhao Cheng's voice fell, and Zhao Yu immediately tilted his head to look at Song Qing.

"That aunt, Yu'er didn't scare you! I just watched my dad staring at you, so I tried his reflexes, but I forgot that you don't know martial arts. ”

Zhao Yu said that he was a little embarrassed here, and he was afraid that Song Qing would not like him, so he looked at Song Qing's eyes a little worried.

Staring at her?

Song Qing was stunned for a moment, and couldn't help but look up at Zhao Cheng.

What are you staring at her with a bastard doing nothing?

"Eat." Zhao Cheng's expression remained unchanged, as if the person he was talking about was not him, but in the face of his wife's eyes, he was a little weak-hearted.

Zhao Yu glanced at his father and couldn't help but roll his eyes. Obviously, I really want to hug my mother, and I pretend to be deep.

Song glanced at the father and son, although he didn't understand what the father and son were playing, but he still reached out and touched Zhao Yu's head, "Okay, it's okay, let's eat, try the braised pork I made." ”

Zhao Yu: "Okay, my aunt's cooking must be delicious."

"Of course, I'm still pretty good at my craft." Song said lightly and picked up chopsticks and sandwiched several pieces of braised pork for Zhao Yu, "Children need to eat more to grow taller." ”