Yuan Qingling shook his head, "No, you can only drink alcohol when you are eighteen years old."
Baozi was a little disappointed and put down his cup, "Okay, I'll listen to mom."
Yu Wenhao was happy today and touched Yuan Qingling with his elbow, "Give him a sip. It's not too big, but it's not too small. It doesn't matter if you take a sip at home. Just don't drink it when you go out."
Tangyuan and Nuomi both looked at Yuan Qingling, waiting for her to nod.
Yuan Qingling saw that they all wanted to have a drink with their father. Thinking that they were so happy tonight, she made an exception. She personally filled up the wine glasses for the dim sum. The small glass had a light aroma of wine, but it made the children laugh immediately.
stand up.
The three of them stood up, raised their glasses to Yu Wenhao, and said in unison: "Dad, we respect you!"
Yu Wenhao looked at the three identical faces. They were still young but trying their best to grow up, which made him feel excited and gratified. He picked up the wine glass and clinked it with the children, saying: "Come on.
, let’s have a drink, father and son!”
It was such a wonderful feeling. A long time ago I was a little baby in my arms, and now I was standing in front of him, clinking glasses and drinking with him.
Perhaps after being sent to modern times, father and son rarely spend time together, and there is always an illusion that the child has suddenly grown up.
The candlelight was shining brightly, illuminating the children's happy faces. Lao Wu held Yuan Qingling's hand under the table and looked at each other with a smile.
The children worked hard to serve them with dishes, and the bowls were piled high. Coke pulled Yuan Qingling's hand back and said, "Mom eats, and dad eats. You can't hold little hands."
Yuan Qingling smiled and said: "Okay, let's eat, let's eat!"
She moved part of the food in the bowl to Lao Wu, "I can't eat so much, please help me eat some."
Lao Wu said: "Then you can eat the good ones and give me the ones you don't like."
He put down the bowl, peeled the shrimp for Lao Yuan, dipped it in minced garlic and put it in her bowl, "You said recently that your stomach is not very comfortable, just eat a few, the seafood is too cold and wet, you have to drink half a bowl after eating seafood.
Ginger soup.”
"Have you become a doctor? My stomach is fine. I had a full meal in Prince Su's Mansion a while ago. After eating two light meals, I'm fine."
"That won't work. You have a bad stomach and are prone to all kinds of diseases. You still have to be careful. Baobao, bring your mother a bowl of soup."
"Oh," Baozi stood up, scooped out a bowl of soup and brought it to Yuan Qingling, "Mom, drink it while it's hot. It won't be good if it cools down in a while."
"Okay!" Yuan Qingling picked up the spoon and drank slowly. This was fish paste soup, which was very delicious. She said in surprise: "This soup has no fishy smell. The chef's skills are getting better and better."
"Daddy made the soup himself." Zelan raised his head with a smile as bright as the sun, "I'll help too, mom, am I good?"
"You made it?" Yuan Qingling was very surprised and looked at Yu Wenhao with warm eyes, "When did you learn this dish?"
"I learned it with Gua'er. The cook made fish soup before. You said it was fishy, but you still wanted to drink it. So Gua'er and I studied it and added a little pepper to the fish soup to eliminate the fishy smell and retain the umami taste.
, do you like drinking?"
He came over and took a sip, tutted twice as if he had endless aftertaste, and said with a smile on his face, "It's delicious. I have the talent to be a cook. If I can't survive being an emperor in the future, I will become a cook."
Yuan Qingling said with a smile: "You should just be your emperor. Even if you become a cook, you will be my exclusive cook."
"Exclusive?" Yu Wenhao hesitated and glanced at Zelan.
Yuan Qingling didn't see it, but when she heard the hesitation in his words, she couldn't help but raise her head and asked: "Huh? No?"
Yu Wenhao smiled guiltily, "It's not that I can't, but I promised someone else first that I would only be her exclusive cook. I have to keep my word."
"Who?" Yuan Qingling asked, and she immediately thought of it. She looked at Zelan and shook her head with a smile, "Okay, you and your daughter will live together, and we, mother and son, will live together as six people!"
Zelan quickly said: "No, dad, you should be mom's exclusive cook, and I'll be your exclusive cook, okay?"