Xiao Ling said oh and stopped talking, quietly listening to the laughter and laughter in the kitchen.
Xiao Junchi has always been a strict father figure, giving all his smiles and good temper to Xiao Baozi. Xiao Ling is also used to his biological father being like this. But this time Xiao Ling did not expect that his biological father and mother would like Ye Feifei so much.
His biological father used to refuse to touch kitchen utensils, but now he turned into a chef for Ye Feifei? It was really expensive! His biological father was indeed more ruthless than him.
"Dad, the crab has escaped!" Ye Feifei in the kitchen exclaimed, interrupting the conversation between these guys in the living room.
Xiao Junchi looked at the hairy crabs running on the ground and said with a smile: "It's okay, just catch it."
"Catch?" Ye Feifei chuckled and thought of a way to tease the big boss and Xiao Chen. The girl stood on tiptoes and rushed out briskly. She tilted her head and said to the three men on the sofa: "The hairy crab ran away, please
, please, can we catch it together?"
Xiao Chen waved his hand and refused: "Ugly refuse!"
"Are you sure?" Ye Feifei clenched her fists with a fierce look on her face.
Feeling that his life and safety were threatened, Xiao Chen immediately stood up and said, "Okay, I'll catch him, now."
So the three grown men followed Ye Feifei to the kitchen. In the spacious kitchen, Xiao Junchi was standing in front of the stove, making pine nut corn. Xiao Chen saw the former domineering president of his family wearing a pink fungus-trimmed apron.
I couldn't hold it in any longer, so I held my belly in my hands and laughed.
Ye Feifei grabbed a crab, went up with her elbow, hit Xiao Chen, and said with a sullen look on her face: "What's so funny, catching crabs."
Xiao Chen covered his chest and blinked aggrievedly, "Hey... Er Fei, this is my first time seeing you San..."
Before the word "grandpa" could be uttered, Xiao Chen immediately stopped and cursed to himself: Damn, are you stupid?
"What are you talking about?" Ye Feifei asked doubtfully.
Xiao Chen hunched over and lowered his head to look for crabs, avoiding Ye Feifei's gaze, "I mean, I am lucky enough to see a man wearing a pink apron. What a girlish look."
"I chose the apron? Do you have any opinions?" Ye Feifei snorted.
In fact, it was Ye Feifei who chose the apron. She was shopping in the supermarket that day, and Chen Muyin asked her what color apron she liked and said that she was going to find someone to make one. Ye Feifei said that it was too troublesome to make, so she happened to be in the supermarket, so she bought a pink girly one.
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Ye Feifei always thought it was Chen Muyin who wanted to wear it. It wasn't until she saw the apron on Xiao Junchi a few days ago that she really started to regret it. She said she should change the color, but the old couple refused, insisting that the color was just right and they liked it.
Ye Feifei couldn't resist the two of them, so she watched Xiao Junchi cooking in a pink apron.
Now that Xiao Chen mentioned this matter again, Ye Feifei's sudden feeling of guilt made her come to Xiao Junchi's side again.
"Dad, how about I change an apron for you?" Ye Feifei whispered.
Xiao Junchi shook his head, "I won't change it! Feifei bought it for me, so I can change it to whatever I want. I just like pink, who dares to have any objections?"
Xiao Ling: I don’t dare!
Xiao Chen: I don’t dare!
Qin Ge: I don’t even dare!
"Come on, Feifei, try that soup. It was specially cooked for you. I went to the farmer's house to catch the chicken myself yesterday afternoon." Xiao Junchi said and pointed to the casserole on the side.
"Yeah, thank you, dad!" Ye Feifei narrowed her eyes and smiled, her face full of happiness.
Xiao Chen, who was catching crabs, began to sympathize with Xiao Ling. He felt that Ye Feifei was more like a child of the Xiao family, who was obviously his biological father, mother and daughter.
If it weren't for the age difference, Xiao Chen would really suspect that his uncle and Ye Feifei were in the wrong arms on the day they were born.