Chapter 645: New Year's Eve for a Family of Three 6
The child likes blood swallow papaya the most. While eating it, he chirped and asked: "Dad, this is delicious. Can you make this?"
Sure enough, Yi Xiangxi had a look of astonishment on his face: "Dad doesn't know how to do this. This was booked at the hotel."
“Will the hotel not be closed during the Chinese New Year?”
"Because dad ordered it last night and they have already prepared it. Xiaobai, if you like to eat it, dad will learn this in the future and make it specially for you."
"Okay. But, Dad, you have never cooked before, and I thought you couldn't do it. Why do you know how to cook during the Chinese New Year?" In the eyes of the child, his father is wise and powerful, playing the violin and telling stories every day.
How can you cook when you are doing big things? But during the New Year, my father cooks every day.
"Of course Dad can cook. Dad was able to cook when he was six years old. Grandma Zhang and the others were here before, so of course Dad doesn't have to cook by himself..." He patted the child's little face, "Besides, besides you, Dad
How can you cook for others?"
"Wow, is it true? Dad, you are so awesome. I am almost eight years old now, and I don't know how to cook... Sister Mai, how old do you know how to cook?"
Qiao Xiaomai was stunned, and was actually asked. It wasn't whether he could cook, but he thought of his father at this time.
Yi Xiangxi also looked at her, and he was a little nervous. He knew her past very well - Qiao Maimai was the well-deserved princess of the Qiao family, the apple of Qiao Dalin's eye. It could be said that before she got married, she was almost
You haven't even touched your own hands, right? When you put on your clothes, put out your hands for food, and when you open your mouth, you don't touch Yang Chun Shui with your ten fingers, you are pampered.
However, after her father passed away, all the burdens of life fell on her alone. She had to suffer a lot by dragging a child by herself all these years.
He quickly changed the subject: "Xiao Bai, you eat this..."
"Dad, I also want to learn to cook..."
"Silly boy, you don't need to learn."
"But dad, why do you know how to cook at such a young age?"
Yi Xiangxi couldn't answer, son, because I lost my parents when I was six years old, and I would starve to death if I didn't cook for myself. When I was a child, I was so hungry that I often picked up a few unwanted bones and pigs when closing stalls in the vegetable market.
I took the skin home and cooked it as a delicious meal... Because I was poor, I developed some skills over time. But later I became rich and rich, so I didn't cook for many years.
However, he was afraid of offending Qiao Xiaomai, so he hurriedly said to him: "Xiao Bai, eat this dish first. It won't taste good when it's cold..."
He picked up another piece, intending to give it to Qiao Mai, but when he saw that Mai had moved the bowl away inadvertently, he took back his chopsticks. Fortunately, the child did not notice this embarrassing scene and said happily: "It's delicious, Sister Mai, please hurry up."
Eat...and this fried pork ribs, the fried pork ribs made by dad, Sister Mai, this must be made by dad himself, try it..."
The child kept giving her fried pork ribs, and soon her bowl was full: "Sister Mai, this is my favorite, and you must like it too..."
Qiao Xiaomai just kept her head bent on eating. The father and daughter were chatting and laughing, but she had nothing to say, but she also didn't lose her temper or lose her temper. Instead, she maintained the joy at the dinner table to the greatest extent possible.
If this can make the child feel more joy, she doesn't want to destroy it.