"You help me, how dare you say this? Every time you make the dumplings, you end up eating more!" Zhang Yu said in an angry tone.
Zhao Feng didn't care about the yin and yang in Zhang Yu's words at all. He continued to lick his face and came closer. He looked at the meat filling that Zhang Yu was mixing and said, "Xiao Yu, you are making dumplings with leek and egg fillings. I can't."
I have been thinking about this for a long time, and I must eat two more today."
Zhang Yu had a headache thinking about the six egg pancakes he had just eaten. Is this the amount of food that ordinary people should have?
Zhang Yu originally thought that the increase in his appetite in the past two years was outrageous, but there were traces to follow. After all, he also vaguely noticed that his getting better and better was related to the increase in appetite, so to speak.
, the increased food intake was basically converted into energy with tonic properties, and that energy regulated his body.
He never expected that Zhao Feng, who had no idea that his appetite could be increased.
Thinking of this, Zhang Yu couldn't help but sigh. Fortunately, he has a golden finger. He has often brought food home for various reasons in the past two years. Otherwise, with his appetite, his sister-in-law and uncle would probably have gray hair.
Thinking of this, Zhang Yu suddenly felt that his contribution was quite great. Before he could continue to sigh, Zhao Feng closed his eyes and took a deep breath, as if he was smelling something.
After a while, when he opened his eyes again, they were frighteningly bright, as if there was some kind of light inside them. Zhao Feng grinned and said, "Xiaoyu, did you also mix the bacon and celery stuffing?"
As he spoke, he patted his thigh and said with absolute certainty: "That's right, it's definitely stuffed with bacon and celery."
Upon hearing this, Zhang Yu sighed a little. His eldest brother dare not say it elsewhere, but his nose is definitely as good as a dog's nose at some times.
He made a total of two dumplings today, one meat and one vegetarian.
Of course, this "one meat and one vegetable" concept is in Zhang Yu's opinion. After all, eggs are considered a meat dish in some households.
Although there was fresh pork, he had no reason to take it out, so he could only use bacon instead of fresh meat, and mixed it with the celery that his sister-in-law planted in the flower bed to make a bacon and celery stuffing.
Although the stuffing has been prepared for a while, the key point is that Zhang Yu was afraid of getting dirty, so he covered the pot of stuffing with a clean cloth and put it in the cabinet as soon as he prepared it.
Moreover, Zhang Yu had kept the window open, so even if there was a smell for so long, it would have dissipated. Not only that, the room was still filled with the smell of egg pancakes. Under such circumstances, Zhao Feng could actually smell it, which was incredible.
"How did you smell it?" Although Zhang Yu knew that his nose was always easy to use and had heard that some people's noses were particularly sensitive, was Zhao Feng's nose really so sharp?
The dog's nose is broken.
The more Zhang Yu thought about it, the more he felt something was wrong. He looked at Zhao Feng suspiciously, wondering if he had just secretly opened a cabinet when he wasn't paying attention.
Faced with Zhang Yu's suspicion, Zhao Feng felt a little aggrieved: "Of course I smelled it. Don't believe it, I also smelled that my dad definitely used mom's soap to take a bath yesterday..."
As soon as he said this, Zhao Wenzhuo, who was watching the two children making noise nearby, froze. He turned his head stiffly and saw his wife looking at him with a strange look.
His eyes were filled with excitement: "I didn't expect you to be such a gentleman!"
Zhao Wenzhuo hurriedly explained: "I ran out of soap for bathing, so I just used the soap on the side."
Zhang Guifang hummed, not sure whether she believed his explanation, but the joke in her eyes was still there.
Looking at his wife and other children, and even Uncle Xie's uncle looking at him with a strange look, Zhao Wenzhuo felt that he could not argue.
"If you like me, just buy two more some other time, don't use them secretly." Zhang Guifang's slightly joking words seemed to be the last straw that broke the camel's back, taking away the last trace of luck in Zhao Wenzhuo's heart.
For a moment, Zhao Wenzhuo felt that a big black pot was being pinned on him with the cooperation of his family. He was a little annoyed. There was no soap and he could just rinse it off. Why did he have to use his wife's soap?
"Hahahaha!" Zhao Feng was amused by his father's appearance at this time.
Staring at his son's inappropriate laughter, Zhao Wenzhuo seemed to have found a point to vent his anger. Yes, it was all his son's fault. If he hadn't been talking nonsense there, who would have known that he had used his wife's soap.
Zhao Feng's laughter stopped abruptly because of the murderous look in Zhao Wenzhuo's eyes.
Thinking of what he just said, Zhao Feng patted his head with some annoyance.
Hutu! Hutu!
Why did you lose your temper just now?
I wonder if my brain was chewed by a dog just now. How could I say such words and even laugh at my father in front of such people?
It's over, it's over, my father will definitely not let him go because he has lost such a big face this time.
The more Zhao Feng thought about it, the more scared he felt. He couldn't help but shrink his neck, shrugged his shoulders, and silently walked behind Zhang Yu, trying to avoid his father's murderous gaze.
"Okay, okay, Xiaoyu's stuffing is ready, let's start making it quickly." In the end, Zhang Guifang felt sorry for her son and silently changed the subject.
Looking at his wife's actions and knowing that he could not teach his eldest son a lesson today, Zhao Wenzhuo silently withdrew his gaze.
But before he looked away, he gave Zhao Feng another fierce look.
Zhao Feng saw the look in his father's eyes that told him to wait, and he would definitely settle the score, so he couldn't help but mourn for himself for a moment.
But at this time, Zhang Guifang no longer cared about the "communication" between the two fathers. She smiled and looked at Xie Zhiyuan: "Uncle Xie, I'm telling you a joke. This father and son have such tempers. How can they be so grown-up?"
He is so grown up and still acts like a child."
"It's not in the way, it's not in the way. Brother Zhang is really serious." Xie Zhiyuan was also made to laugh and cry by the actions of several people. Seeing his little nephew's extremely natural appearance in this house, he felt relieved.
This kind of family environment should be the best for my little nephew.
If he were the one raising his nephew, he would not be able to guarantee such a good environment for his nephew.
Only then did they remember that there was not only their family in the house, but also Xie Zhiyuan's relatives. Zhao Wenzhuo and Zhao Feng felt that their faces were about to burst, and they wished they could find a hole to shrink in.
Compared with Zhao Wenzhuo, Zhao Feng was more afraid. He turned his neck stiffly and looked at Xie Zhiyuan. When he saw the interested expression on Xie Zhiyuan's face clearly, he felt that the sky was covered with cold sweat.
