"Humph, that's not true! Dad, you are so stupid, can't you see that mom is not angry because of Tianze, but because of you?" Tianze pursed his lips and said proudly.
"Huh? Little Guitou, what do you mean by this? Do you know why mom is angry?" Guan Qiyou looked at Tianze with interest.
"Of course!" The little guy raised his eyebrows confidently, "Dad, didn't you hear mom say that she doesn't want to drink the soup you bought with money?"
"..."
"It's very simple. Mom thinks dad is not sincere. Why doesn't dad do it himself? If dad did it himself, hey, I think... mom will definitely drink it!" The little guy hit the nail on the head.
How did Qiyou think of this? After listening to his precious son's analysis, he thought about what Xuewei just said. It really made sense. Otherwise, why would Xuewei say that!
"Hey, it's my son. He's really smart. But son, if mom doesn't drink the chicken soup, it will be wasted. You drink it! Dad will make another bowl for mom with his own hands." Guan Qiyou put the bowl in his hands.
Push it in front of the little guy, and as a reward, the soup is his.
The little guy immediately shook his head, "Dad, can you make soup? Can you make the soup as delicious as this one?"
"This..." Guan Qiyou lived independently abroad for many years when he was in college. Although he can still cook some daily meals, but... he has never tried such a professional hot pot. If he wants to give it to Xuewei,
It must be nutritious and delicious. She is pregnant with a baby. If it tastes bad, how can she eat it? After his son reminded him, he really felt that this was a problem.
"So, dad needs to find a teacher to learn and make it delicious before he can give it to mom! As for this bowl of soup... I will wrap it up on my body and I will find a way to make mom drink it." Tianze said confidently.
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"Really, son? Are you sure?" When Guan Qiyou heard this, he was happy. It was his son, and it was not in vain that he loved him. He knows how to deal with his parents at such a young age, and a child can be taught!
"Dad, don't worry! Now...you can study with confidence!" Tianze blinked at Guan Qiyou, looking very confident.
Guan Qiyou went to Mrs. Zhang's house, became her teacher, and learned how to make soup step by step. He learned every step carefully, and even brought a small notebook to record the important things one by one. He was very busy at once.
Late at night, after paying the price of emptying two pots of chicken soup, the chicken soup Guan Qiyou cooked finally became somewhat interesting.
Returning to the rented house, Guan Qiyou felt more tired than ever before. But when he saw the empty bowl that once held chicken soup on the table, all his fatigue was swept away.
The feeling is more of satisfaction and happiness.
No matter what method was used, as long as Xuewei could drink the soup, he would feel happy. No matter how tired or hard it was, he would still enjoy it.
However, he was a little uneasy. He didn't know if Xuewei would drink the soup he made by himself tomorrow? Thinking like this, his heart was filled with expectation...
Guan Qiyou didn't know exactly what method Tianze used. When the father and son met the next morning, the little guy gave him a victory gesture and winked mischievously.