Wang Quan had already tried his best to control himself not to be cranky, but the power of that small card was a bit too great, and he couldn't slow down for a while.

Although the husband and wife did not delay their happy life after having Wang Xiaoyu, they were more or less affected.

Especially Wang Quan, he spends a lot of time taking care of Wang Xiaoyu every day, and finally has a little spare time to code words and write songs, and his life is not like a young man in his twenties, but like those middle-aged men in their thirties.

As soon as men reach middle age, they will be crazy obsessed with fishing, photography and other things, and there is a saying that because they are not good at it when they reach their age, and they can pee on the instep of their feet in the wind, so they turn their attention to other things in an attempt to regain their self-confidence.

Thinking of his current state, taking babies, raising flowers, doing handicrafts, ......, Wang Quan feels that his image is overlapping with the figure of a middle-aged man in the traditional impression.

Mediterranean, beer belly, polo shirt with black leather bag......

He shook his head a little unacceptably, leaving that picture behind, and somehow thinking about it deviated from some beautiful pictures, and when he came back to his senses, Wang Xiaoyu and Jiang Yi were looking at him curiously.

Jiang Yi also held a piece of duck blood in his hand, which was also stained with a base soup made of red oil bean paste and chili peppers, and the blood clot less than the thickness of his little finger shook slightly under the wielding wooden chopsticks, which looked very tempting.

"This is a bit spicy", Wang Quan pointed at Mao Xuewang in order to alleviate the embarrassment, covering up his wandering thoughts just now.

"Spicy!"

Wang Xiaoyu repeated, there was still unwiped red oil on the corner of her mouth, obviously she had just stolen a piece of Mao Xuewangli dish.

Although she was born and raised in Rongcheng, she is still young after all, and the spicinessness she can accept is limited.

Seeing her "Sihasha" fanning her tongue, Wang Quan hurriedly scooped a piece of blueberry yam with a spoon and fed it to her mouth.

The mashed yam is mixed with milk and honey, all of which have the effect of relieving spiciness, because it is still cold and silky in the refrigerator, and with the diluted blueberry jam, Wang Xiaoyu is full of sweet taste in one bite, and the mouth that was a little spicy just now is not so painful.

Tasting the sweetness, she couldn't wait to dig another spoonful and stuff it into her mouth, "let's haw, haw" showed an expression of enjoyment.

"Good times", she subconsciously gave her father a thumbs up, expressing her deep recognition of his cooking skills.

"Don't smack", Jiang Yi scolded softly.

In Rongcheng, there is nothing to chirp your mouth a little when eating, and even many people will think that this is a recognition of cooking skills, but it is a little different in Qicheng, most of the north thinks that 'food is silent, sleep is silent', so children will be taught not to laugh when they eat, and they cannot make such impolite behavior as chirping their mouths.

These are cultural differences caused by different regions, not right and wrong that can be objectively judged, if Jiang Yi is outside, she will naturally choose to follow the local customs and will not interfere too much with others.

But for her daughter, she still has to teach, compared to the action of expressing the aroma of food through the mouth, it is still not suitable for girls, so she still educates her daughter according to the traditional concept of the north.

And Wang Quan did not speak out on this matter, he believes that some customs and habits handed down in Qicheng are still worthy of praise, and after being measured by modern people's thinking, he did not interfere with his wife's parenting concept.

After Wang Xiaoyu was stopped, he blinked his big eyes and tried to get by, but when he saw Jiang Yi's face, he stopped his mouth making a "chirp" sound, and at the same time picked up a piece of shiitake mushroom with chopsticks with an auxiliary ring and mixed it into his rice.

Counting the cold dish of blueberry yam, Wang Quan made a total of six dishes.

Wang Xiaoyu dug up the yam puree on the side, and also sandwiched potato pieces, and the chin was a little oily, which looked very fragrant. But Wang Quan was a little out of appetite, thinking about "the happiness of men", he didn't even eat a few bites of his usual favorite Mao Xuewang.

On the contrary, Jiang Yi, except for occasionally stopping Wang Xiaoyu's chirp, spends most of her time cooking.

There is a casserole of chicken stewed mushrooms, most of which went into her mouth, and she did not eat less vegetarian dishes such as lotus pond stir-fry and fried green beans, and she did not let go of the smell of some choking hairy blood, and took away several pieces of hairy belly and duck blood.

And when the family of three was eating, the audience watching the live broadcast was crying out that they couldn't stand it.

"Just finished dinner, watching them eat and hungry......"

"Jiang Yi doesn't look like a singer, like a food anchor, let's show everyone a bite and a pig."

"Although you are not an actor, Jiang Yi, can you stop eating it, pay attention to whether the image is good!"

"I'm not interested in food, can I fast forward, I want to see those children can't watch~"

……

The live broadcast of the program group starts at 6 p.m. every Friday, that is, when everyone has just gotten off work and is ready to eat, each episode is about two and a half hours, and each of the four groups of families occupies nearly 40 minutes.

At this time, it was already 6:30, and there were only less than ten minutes left before the broadcast of Wang Quan's house was completed, and for a while, the number of people urging "boys' happiness" in the barrage increased, obviously wanting to satisfy their curiosity before the end.

The video of the meal was obviously edited and accelerated, and by the time everyone reacted, there were already leftovers on the table, and Wang Quan was cleaning the kitchen and cleaning pots and pans.

Wang Xiaoyu, who was full of food and drink, didn't know when she changed into cat pajamas again, and her little belly was bulging, bulging out like a small watermelon.

"Sing a song to your mother, doesn't Xiaoyu sing a lot of songs."

Jiang Yi sat on the sofa and put her daughter on her lap, and began to remove the small pill on her head for her.

"O~ Despicable love words, a little bit of thought, just take a look at ......"

Wang Xiaoyu twisted his waist stinkily, while humming Jiang Yi's new song inarticulately, Wang Quan was still busy in the kitchen, and for a while the whole picture seemed to be dyed with warm orange.

The entertainment time after the meal always passed quickly, especially for children, Wang Xiaoyu, who had been playing for less than an hour, had already fallen asleep in Wang Quan's arms.

"Shh~"

He gestured to Jiang Yi to silence, and then carried his daughter to the children's room and put her on the bed.

After a brief observation for a few minutes, she found that she showed no signs of waking up except for turning over, so she kept the starry sky lamp, closed the door and returned to the living room.

Wang Quan knew that the card was not the kind of thing that was forbidden by 18, but he still couldn't help but want to ask clearly, "What does that card mean?" ”

And just when the audience was expecting to know the answer, the live broadcast screen suddenly went black, and then four big white characters appeared on it.

"To be continued!"