Old Man Sun couldn't help but pick up the crutch he had placed next to him, wishing he could beat his son until he was remade.
However, before his crutch could hit him, he was stopped by Jiang Huizhi.
"Eat well, why are you so angry with your child?"
Although Jiang Huizhi was quite speechless, her son just liked beauty a little bit, so it wasn't a big problem. She, the mother-in-law, just pretended that she couldn't see it.
If a mother can tolerate it, he, a father, should tolerate it too!
Sun Shuqi finally regained her vitality and became an energetic young man again.
Sitting on the chair, he praised Meng Yao for his vision and stirred the white porridge that Meng Yao cooked.
Meng Yao and Jiang Huizhi looked at each other, one chuckled and the other shook his head helplessly.
Although Sun Shuqi can sometimes have a childish temper, she is really easy to coax.
"Godmother, try the buns I made, godfather..."
Meng Yao first put a bun for Jiang Huizhi, and then another for Old Man Sun. Before she could put the third one, Uncle Hu and Sun Shuqi reached out their plates at the same time.
Meng Yao was stunned for a moment, looked at Uncle Hu who was staring, and then at Sun Shuqi who was looking at her, and picked up the third bun.
Put it into his mouth.
"Well, not bad, delicious, everyone should try it!"
Wanting to put this matter aside with just one sentence, Uncle Hu blew his beard at Meng Yao unhappily.
"Yao girl, you are really unreliable. I am an elder after all, but you don't let me take care of you. And you, Mr. Sun, no matter how big or small, are trying to rob me, an elder. Have you forgotten that I am an elder?"
Your uncle!"
"I'm not trying to rob you, I just want my sister to make some buns for me."
Sun Shuqi muttered silently, picked up the buns and ate them by herself, pretending not to hear Uncle Hu's accusation.
Meng Yao chuckled and avoided Uncle Hu's gaze, trying to make Uncle Hu calm down and have a good meal.
It was just her behavior of ignoring him that made Uncle Hu so angry that he kept snoring.
Sun Shuqi is a child, and Uncle Hu is an old boy.
It's really helpless for two people to get together.
Meng Yao reluctantly picked up a bun and put it on Uncle Hu's empty plate, "Uncle Hu, try it."
Seeing that Uncle Hu was still staring, Meng Yao couldn't help but smile at him and said something nice to him, "The buns were too hot just now. I want Liangliang to give it to you again. Uncle Hu, please eat it quickly!"
"Call uncle!"
Meng Yao was helpless, "Uncle!"
Uncle Hu was finally satisfied. He hummed and picked up the soft steamed dumplings with his chopsticks. He looked at Jiang Huizhi and then at Old Man Sun, obviously showing off to them.
What an old kid.
“The buns are delicious and the porridge is delicious too!”
Uncle Hu couldn't help but wonder if he missed the best time to eat and drink when Meng Yao usually cooked it and delivered it to him. The breakfast he made today was obviously much more delicious than usual.
Especially this porridge, not only is it fragrant and delicious, but it also makes your stomach feel warm and comfortable.
After Uncle Hu finished one bowl, he stood up and wanted to serve another bowl, but Old Man Sun knocked his hand off.
"It's no longer yours!"
When Uncle Hu heard this, he couldn't help blowing his beard, "There's no share for me there, there's obviously some in the casserole!"
But they saw Old Man Sun scooping all the food into Jiang Huizhi's bowl in a domineering manner.
"This porridge is very good. It is good for the stomach and easy to digest. Please drink more!"
Jiang Huizhi did not refuse and nodded.
Mainly because she also likes to drink this porridge.
Uncle Hu couldn't help but feel resentful.
Uncle Hu told himself: He is such an adult, it is hard for him to compete with a patient for porridge.
Jiang Huizhi drank all the porridge, and Sun Shuqi reimbursed the steamed buns. She still hiccupped at the end of the meal, but she still managed to finish it.
After eating, he slumped on the chair, holding his belly with satisfaction and said: "The food made by my sister is indeed the most delicious in the world. It's so delicious that I can't bear to leave my sister. Otherwise, I'll ask you to give it to me."
Be a cook?"
Sun Shuqi squinted her eyes and said happily, obviously joking.
However, Old Man Sun, who couldn't bear to see him being so careless, couldn't bear it this time. He picked up his crutch and tapped Sun Shuqi on the shoulder. He was so exhausted that he made a big movement on the chair and almost fell off.
Sun Shuqi burst into tears again, looked at her father aggrievedly and asked: "Dad, why did you hit me again?"
Old Man Sun couldn't stand his son's recklessness, and he couldn't stand his worthless look. Seeing the bitter look on his face after being beaten, he couldn't help but want to hit him again, but Meng Yao quickly stopped him.
.
"Daddy, brother, you like to eat what I cook. I'm so happy. Brother was just joking!"
Sun Shuqi was afraid that Old Man Sun would hit him again, so she immediately nodded and agreed: "Yes, yes, I was just joking, just joking with my sister!"
With Meng Yao begging for mercy, Old Man Sun naturally stopped beating him, but he still kept a bluff.
In order to keep Old Man Sun's attention away from Sun Shuqi, Meng Yao changed the topic: "Godfather, are you going to the medical clinic later? I'll go with you. I want to go to the shop!"
Old Man Sun nodded, "I'll go back and get the medicine box!"
Meng Yao blinked, "I'll get something too!"
She planned to pack up the ingredients and send them to Qiao Xin, so that if she didn't go, she would really starve to death in the shop.
When Sun Shuqi heard Meng Yao say that she wanted to go to the shop, she wanted to say that she would go with her.
Meng Yao, who was aware of this in advance, secretly glared at him and asked him to be more honest.
If he said to go with him, his godfather's crutch might hit him again.
after all……
The godfather really doesn't like him.
After receiving Meng Yao's reminder, Sun Shuqi slumped down on the chair angrily. He was really depressed. Why did his father dislike everything he did? He didn't seem to have done anything bad.
Depressed, super depressed?
When Meng Yao went to Uncle Hu's place to get some ingredients, Liu Yishou was staring at the bowl of white porridge left for him in a daze.
Meng Yao had just invited him to have dinner with him, but Liu Yishou wanted to clean up the kitchen first. Meng Yao let him go and left Xiao Long Bao and porridge for him.
Several of them had finished eating, and Liu Yishou still had a lot of porridge in his bowl.
"What's wrong?"
Meng Yao's voice interrupted Liu Yishou's contemplation. He straightened his back and faced his master respectfully.
"I was wondering why this porridge tastes so much better than the one I cooked!"
Meng Yao: "..." The quality of space water is as clear and sweet as mountain spring water, or better than mountain spring water. The taste is naturally different.
Meng Yao touched his nose and pretended to be stupid, "Have you figured it out yet?"
Liu Yishou shook his head seriously, "Rice and water are the same, except for the heat!"
But when he was making porridge, he was the one who looked at the fire.
"Master, why?"
Liu Yishou's face was full of doubts, and Meng Yao responded with his doubts, "If you ask me, I don't know. I only know that the same recipe and different cooks will produce completely different tastes!"