Zhao Zhao held a can of bird's nest in his two small hands, and ran to Gu Xingjiang's assistant, "Uncle Assistant, twist it~"

The assistant unscrewed it for her, and Zhao Zhao flew all over the house like a flower butterfly, and flew in front of Gu Xingjiang, "Eat, Uncle Fu said nourishing and nourishing, eat armpits to make up for armpits." ”

What to make up for armpits?

Gu Xingjiang took the glass bottle, "Bird's nest is a nest made of little swallows." ”

Zhao Zhao looked disgusted, as if he was more disgusted than his armpits.

"It's drawn on the encyclopedia, the nest of Xiaoyan paper is made of saliva and soil, woo~ Is the cement soil very nourishing?"

Gu Xingjiang glanced at Fu Su and put the bird's nest aside, "Probably." ”

"It's still omelette nourishment, Zhao Zhao has studied for a long time in order to make an omelette for Uncle Gu~" Zhao Zhao raised his head, and shook his little head a little, looking very accomplished.

Gu Xingjiang was stunned for a moment, so small, what kind of omelette are you doing?

Zhao Zhao looked at another person on the sofa who was so well-behaved that he had no sense of existence, "Xiao Yu, it's your turn!"

Tang Chenyu's children took out a small electric pot, a bag of eggs, an apron, a wooden shovel, and a small bottle of olive oil from their schoolbags.

Tang Lijing glanced at his son: "......"

Zhao Zhao opened his arms, Tang Chenyu worked hard like a little girl, tied the apron to her, handed the wooden shovel to her, and the small electric pot was energized and the oil was discharged.

"First, pick up a male egg, put it on the side of the pot, click, stab, count twenty, twenty, nineteen, fifteen......"

The little milk voice also comes with its own commentary.

But what kind of egg is a male egg?

Twenty strokes passed, and the two little hands held the shovel and turned over.

Not to mention, it's really good, and it's really successful.

A few big men really watched with interest where the little things were tinkering, and the last golden omelette was done.

didn't lie, I was able to fry it successfully at one time, and I really practiced it at home.

And it was specially for Gu Xingjiang to contact.

Fu Su pursed his thin lips, he didn't put salt, it must not be delicious, and the side was still a little burnt, Gu Xingjiang was really sick, this kind of fried egg was even eaten and praised for being delicious.

He sat back with a calm face, and in a few moments, another omelette was ready.

Well, I hope Gu Xingjiang can eat ten or eight of it today.

As a result, a golden omelette was held in front of Fu Su, "Uncle Fu, eat it~"

Fu Su was stunned, stunned for a few seconds, then coughed lightly, took the chopsticks and took a bite, no salt was added, the taste was too light.

"Isn't it delicious?" Zhao Zhao tilted his head, his eyes shining.

Fu Su: "...... It was delicious, the best omelette I've ever tasted. ”

A three-year-old baby, who can make such a complete omelette, is already a prodigy, his daughter, an intimate little padded jacket.

He hadn't eaten his daughter's omelette yet, this was the first time, but definitely not the last.

The little milk bag made another one, this time for my uncle.

The three omelettes were done, and the work was finished, and Tang Chenyu's children put away all the things, of course, when it came to electricity, it was handled by the assistant.

"Uncle Gu, you must be bored in the hospital, Zhao Zhao recently learned a musical instrument, play it for you~"

Gu Xingjiang laughed out loud, why is he so caring, and he is still learning musical instruments for him?

Then I saw Zhao Zhao take out a suona tied with a red rope from her own school bag.

Tang Lijing's omelette hadn't finished yet, and the moment he watched his niece take out the suona, he was almost choked by the omelette and left this wonderful world.