"Wang Quan still has a way", Zhou Ke sighed in the live broadcast room, and recognized his method of diverting attention.

Jiang Yi saw that Wang Xiaoyu's face gradually regained her smile, and the corners of her mouth involuntarily rose a little.

If the iron stick yam is directly touched by hand, a kind of saponin in the epidermis of the yam will cause human skin allergies and produce an itchy feeling, so Wang Quan has been wearing disposable gloves during the peeling process.

There is still some mucus on the flesh of the peeled yam, which was divided into blocks of the same size by Wang Quan's several knives, white as snow and as smooth as jade, neat and neat like delicate jade mahjong.

After putting the yam on the plate into the electric steamer, Wang Xiaoyu also finished cleaning the mushrooms in the vegetable basket.

There are still sporadic black spots on the original brown cap, which are produced by concentrated pigment precipitation, but at this time, they are also picked off little by little by Wang Xiaoyu. Some of them were even cleaned by her.

"The boss is really amazing", Wang Quan's simple praise made Wang Xiaoyu, who was originally a little depressed, smile, "Boss, give me a place, Dad wants to wash potatoes."

"I'm coming!"

Wang Xiaoyu, who entered the kitchen for the first time, seemed to experience the joy of cooking, and began to compete with Wang Quan for the task of cleaning potatoes.

"Daddy, aren't you?"

"I'm coming! You go and do the rest", Wang Xiaoyu snatched the potatoes directly from his hand and began to rinse some of the dirt on them.

Seeing this, Wang Quan no longer insisted, he still had many other preparations to deal with, thousands of shredded sheets, duck blood cut into pieces, preparation of green onions, ginger and garlic, and so on.

Two figures, one large and one small, were busy in the kitchen, and the texture of a clock appeared on the recorded screen, and the hands in it rotated rapidly, and the time quickly went from half past four to six o'clock.

'Click'.

The sound of the entrance door sounded, and Jiang Yi, who had been busy outside for a day, returned home, and before she could put down the handbag in her hand, she saw a small figure rushing over.

Wang Xiaoyu jumped high like a nimble cat, and Jiang Yi grabbed her waist and dragged her up to hold her in her arms.

Although he had the experience of holding children in the past few years, Wang Xiaoyu's body has developed rapidly recently, and his weight has risen to nearly 30 catties, close to one-third of Jiang Yi's weight.

She was still carrying things at this time, and she couldn't use her strength, and Wang Xiaoyu, who had just been picked up, slipped out again.

"Mom, am I good-looking?"

She lifted the side of the red horse-faced skirt, revealing the regular folds of the skirt, and looked at Jiang Yi proudly waiting to praise it.

Jiang Yi saw her new dress as soon as she entered the door, and she knew that her daughter's stinky habits would come out.

Bending down and putting the handbag in her hand on the ground, she pinched Wang Xiaoyu's chubby little face rua, "good-looking, better than me, I envy it", while saying it, I sighed in my heart that my daughter's skin is so tender, and my own rua is cool.

Wang Quan was still heating the oil in the kitchen, ready to pour the last hot oil on Mao Xuewang to complete the production of this famous dish.

Although it has a powerful range hood, as an open kitchen, it is inevitable that there will be a smell during the cooking process, especially the famous dishes that are known for their spicy taste, and the whole house seems to be filled with the choking smell of chili peppers for a while.

Jiang Yi rubbed her nose, temporarily dispelled the discomfort of smell, and had to take Wang Xiaoyu away from the kitchen first.

"Can't you eat spicy food, aren't you?"

In the studio, Zhou Ke asked curiously.

"I'm fine, in fact, I like to eat Rongcheng food, but I can't smell the taste of this chili," Jiang Yi explained.

It's just that in the picture, she has been choked and ran to the balcony of the living room, and her whole eyes are red, not at all like she can eat spicy food.

"Ah...... Sneezing", Wang Xiaoyu also seemed to be a little uncomfortable with this taste, but her attention was attracted by the bag in Jiang Yi's hand, and her mother didn't forget to carry it when she ran over from the kitchen just now, which made her very curious about what was inside.

"What is this...... Yes...... Ahh

Jiang Yi was still a little uncomfortable, but she couldn't help but smile when she saw her daughter's cute appearance, and then under Wang Xiaoyu's curious gaze, she took out a square gift box from a handbag.

"This is a gift for you and Dad as a reward for your independent life today!"

The box is about 30 centimeters square, and a large pink bow is tied on it.

"For me?"

Wang Xiaoyu let go of the hand covering his mouth, pointed to the box and asked. Seeing Jiang Yi nodded, she stretched out her hands to take the gift.

As if she didn't want to spoil the pretty bow, she took it apart with some care, opening the lid to reveal the contents.

It was a pink Polaroid camera, mosaic because it didn't have a sponsorship logo, and its sides were made in the shape of a cartoon cat, with a red bow on its head.

"It's so beautiful!"

Wang Xiaoyu didn't actually know what a camera was, but this did not prevent her from appreciating the cuteness of the camera's appearance, and at the same time, she praised the gift very much.

"Xiaoyu is so polite~"

"The little mouth is so sweet!"

"It's a great gift for adults to record their children's growth with cameras, and for children to record the beauty of their lives."

The guests in the studio and the audience in the live broadcast room seem to recognize this gift, and they are also happy for Wang Xiaoyu.

Wang Quan also walked out of the kitchen at this time, and brought the famous dish of Rongcheng - Mao Xuewang.

The black thick-lipped bowl has a clear texture, among which duck blood, hairy tripe, chiba tofu and luncheon meat are covered with a full layer, and the red base soup is slightly soaked in these ingredients, dyeing it a little brightly, and the top is supplemented by knife-edge chili, minced garlic and coriander, which looks particularly attractive against the backdrop of red, white and green.

He carefully put down the large bowl of delicacies, untied his apron and hung it on the corner of the kitchen, and strode out onto the balcony.

"Is this a gift you bought for her? Is there any mine? ”

Looking at the camera held high in Wang Xiaoyu's hand, Wang Quan asked with some envy, but he didn't expect his wife to really give a positive answer.

"Yes, but you have to ...... first," Jiang Yi said, pointing to the side of his face.

Wang Quan immediately understood, and kissed him directly without dragging mud and water.

The picture in the studio was frozen at this moment, and everyone let out bursts of "boo", which made Jiang Yi, who was staying in the live broadcast room at this time, blushing a little embarrassed.

"So what did you give him", Li Xiaowan, who couldn't see the contents of the other handbag, asked directly with some curiosity.