"Like noodles so much? Go after it yourself!"

As soon as she got home, the little girl kept looking happily at the dog in her arms. Song Yi put her on the ground without saying a word, then swung her legs and chased after her.

During this chase, Noodles almost went crazy, running all kinds of ways, even twisting his head into his own dog cage while running.

The cage is indeed useful when closed, at least little hands can't reach too far inside.

But it didn't expect that Xixi would also open the cage.

When he was about to open it and go in, Qi Yuncheng walked into the room and picked up the girl.

Once picked up, Xixi kept struggling and seemed to want to pet the dog.

"Don't let her play. Didn't the teacher just say that? She will get sick easily if she is tired from playing!"

"She likes dogs."

"Does that mean you like it? All kinds of hair pulling, this is because you want to pull it clean and put it in a pot of water and boil it!"

"No, it's okay to take my daughter with me."

I have never seen such a lively time.

"Will you?"

He was introduced to a large circle by his master. Of course, he was involved in the folk art circle, so it was impossible for him not to know famous gentlemen in the folk art circle, but he had never met him in real life.

Must be done in advance.

I brought a child to start the show, you come second." Li Shusheng spoke and put some vegetables into the child's bowl.

"What's wrong is this!"

There are so many gentlemen backstage.

"Master, should I get ready?"

Song Yi laughed, "I think Xixi just likes to play with dogs. The hair of the noodles is really comfortable to touch."

This is how much I love noodles.

"Understood! Then you two, grandfather and grandson, get busy first!"

Qi Yuncheng felt deep down that drum music had no status or popularity.

When everything was done, Song Yi happily came out to prepare the dishes and chopsticks, and started looking for the child's rice pocket.

Zhang Yali is nearly 70 years old this year, but her old spirit does not mean that she looks very old. Instead, she is a grandmother who loves to laugh and is beautifully dressed.

Putting down the bowls and chopsticks, Song Yi squatted beside the cage and slowly took his daughter out of it. But she still hugged her, with her little hands still on her paws.

Zhang Yali smiled very happily, "I like this kid's sweet mouth! People have to be happy! But I heard from Li Shusheng that you, a young man, want to start a drum music club, do you really want to do it?"

In addition, she has a sister, Zhang Yali! A grandmother who is close to 70 years old!

She is an outstanding Beijing-style drum artist of the Bai School. She is deeply influenced by Mr. Yan Qiuxia, and her style and taste are also very similar to hers.

A few minutes ago, my daughter was still sitting in the stroller, but now I don't know when she ran into the cage and slept next to the dog.

"Hey, okay, I understand. Thank you, Master."

You know, when the chicken soup is brought out, it fills a big basin.

"Husband, come here quickly!"

As soon as he came back, Qi Yuncheng hurriedly opened the refrigerator and looked for something. The two women in the family liked to eat, and it took a while just to feed them.

After jogging a few steps, Song Yi snatched half of the chicken from her husband's hand.

After hesitating for a long time, he slowly said something.

After speaking, Grandma Zhang Yali turned and left, which made Li Shusheng couldn't help laughing, "Don't look at this old woman, she was also very beautiful when she was young.

Not yet the sixty years old Master Li said.

This is true even for small details.

This is true for the old gentlemen, but what about the young people?

"It doesn't matter, I'll wait for you no matter how late. By the way, let me make chicken soup!"

"I'll call my daughter, she can really pick a place."

Qi Yuncheng came out with the dishes. When he saw the scene, he sighed helplessly and glanced at his wife.

"knew!"

"Why don't you wipe it?"

But there are also some who are slightly younger among them, that is Mr. Diao Liying, a grandmother who is close to fifty years old.

"I don't think the noodles dare to come out."

Because gentlemen are almost unlikely to arrive at the opening, they usually arrive half an hour before their performance.

"Um!"

For this reason, he admired his master Li Shusheng even more, he was active on the front line.

"Were you this naughty when you were a kid?"

Qi Yuncheng couldn't imagine that scene, but she insisted on coming, and there was nothing she could do about it.

After he was finally taken out, the noodles came to life and he slowly got up and moved his body.

After agreeing, the grandfather and grandson finished eating at about six o'clock. After eating, they took a brief rest and arrived at the backstage of the teahouse at seven o'clock.

"It's delicious. I'm done eating. Let's see you show your face at the opening tonight. By the way, it's not the opening. The situation of the performance has changed.

The four words “sunset folk art” really describe this genre perfectly.”

After all, they themselves often sing drum music, and the audience may like it once they sing, leaving many comments, which temporarily caused the drum music audience to be in a state of confusion, but now is the real situation of drum music.

Meeting so many gentlemen just now made him feel a little dazed, but in the blink of an eye, Mr. Zhang Yali, whom he had met before, came over.

"Husband cooks! I want to eat fish!"

But the moment she took off the ring, a girl her age in the background looked over.

But when he was about to enter the kitchen, he heard a voice.

But he was very busy today and had no time to think about this.

No one feels good.

"Well! Master, I have learned a lot today, thank you!"

But how should I put it? She started raising her grandson at home when she was about sixty years old, and she also didn't go on stage for a long time.

That is, the old and new generations are becoming less active.

"Do you think I should take less roles and spend more time with my children? When I went to Master's house just now, Xixi was shocked when she saw me. If I took more time to film, she didn't even recognize me."

Besides, when the children are older, they can perform with them."

Qi Yuncheng, who was carrying his things, stopped again and looked back at his wife.

Facing a very girly grandma, Qiyun Chengdu felt that the atmosphere was very pleasant, "I tried my best to sing well!"

"Oh! Husband, please wipe Xixi's mouth. This is food."

"Young man! I want you young people to see if I look beautiful in this outfit?"

Qi Yuncheng nodded quickly, "You look young and beautiful! Red suits you very well!"

Qi Yuncheng was speechless. He bent down and wiped his daughter's mouth. Just like her mother, she didn't care about anything as long as she saw food.

As long as Xixi doesn't become a kitchen idiot like her mother.

Looking at it, Qi Yuncheng felt quite distressed, and even felt a little empathy, because he was the fault of his wife's cooking skills, while it was the fault of the young master.

As soon as I asked, my daughter's two big eyes suddenly opened.

But watching them eat, sometimes husbands and fathers can also feel happy.

There were seven or eight of them, and because of this, Qi Yuncheng was frightened.

But when he ate a few dishes, Qi Yuncheng discovered that his home was obviously different, but the taste was very similar.

But that intense heat may be just an illusion, and how long can it last?

If there are no young people to learn.

So both the husband and wife were busy in the kitchen, leaving the daughter alone in the living room.

Forget it, no more words.

"husband!"

"Actually, we can hire a nanny."

Need I say more?

Qi Yuncheng thought it was amazing for a while, because he didn't expect that a dish could be passed down to several families. The key point is that he has learned this dish himself, so it will definitely be passed down from him.
To be continued...