Chapter 645: New Year 6 for a family of three

The child likes blood swallow papaya the most, and while eating it, he chirps and asks, "Dad, this is delicious." Will you do this?"

Sure enough, Yi Xiangxi's face showed a look of surprise: "Dad won't do this, this was booked at the hotel." ”

"Doesn't the hotel take a break for the New Year?"

"Because Dad booked it last night, they were ready for a long time. Xiaobai, if you like to eat, Dad will learn this in the future and make it for you. ”

"yes. But, Dad, you haven't cooked before, and I thought you wouldn't know how to cook. Why do you cook during the Chinese New Year?" "In the eyes of the child, his father is wise and martial, playing the violin, telling stories, and doing big things every day, how can he cook?

"Of course Dad can cook, Dad can cook when he is six years old. In the past, there was Grandma Zhang, of course, Dad didn't have to cook by himself......" He patted the child's little face, "Besides, besides you, how can Dad cook for others?"

"Wow, really, Dad, you're so good, I'm almost eight years old now, and I can't cook...... Sister Mai, how good are you at cooking?"

Qiao Wheat was stunned, and was asked. It's not that I can't cook, it's that I think of my father at this time.

Yi Xiangxi also looked at her, and was a little nervous. Her past, he is clear - Qiao Mai, that is the well-deserved princess of the Qiao family, the pearl of Qiao Dalin's palm, it can be said that before she got married, she almost never did it herself at home, right?

However, after the death of her father, all the burdens of life were all on her alone, and she dragged a child alone all these years, and I don't know how much suffering she has suffered.

He hurriedly diverted the topic: "Xiaobai, you eat this ......"

"Dad, I have to learn to cook too......"

"Silly boy, you don't have to learn. ”

"But, Dad, why do you know how to cook at such a young age?"

Yi Xiangxi couldn't answer, child, because I lost my parents when I was six years old, and I would starve to death if I didn't cook for myself. When I was a child, I was so hungry that I often picked up a few bones and pork skins that people didn't want when I was closing the stalls in the vegetable market, and took them home as delicious dishes to boil...... Because of poverty, over time, I have practiced a little craft. It's just that I got rich and rich, and I haven't cooked for many years.

However, he was afraid of touching Qiao Mai's heart, so he hurriedly looked left and right and said to him: "Xiaobai, eat this dish first, it won't taste good if it's cold......"

He clamped another piece, originally to give Qiao Wheat, but seeing that the wheat inadvertently moved the bowl, he took back the chopsticks, fortunately the child did not notice this embarrassing scene, and was elated: "It's delicious, Sister Mai, you eat it quickly...... And this fried ribs, the fried ribs made by my father, Sister Mai, this must be made by my father, you can taste it......"

The child kept sandwiching fried ribs for her, and soon her bowl was full: "Sister Mai, I like to eat this the most, and you must like to eat it too......"

Qiao Mai just buried her head in eating, and the father and daughter talked and laughed, but she didn't say anything, but she didn't lose her face or lose her temper, but maintained the joy at the dinner table as much as possible.

If it makes the child feel more joyful, she doesn't want to spoil it.