After buying vegetables at the vegetable market, Chen Xiaoyi took his eldest son home. Kun Kun is eight years old this year and has just entered the second grade of elementary school. When he came out of his parents' friend's house, he carved his own small painting board and carried a brush, which was very stylish.

"Dad, are the guests here at home?" Seeing that the father who came to pick him up was carrying a basket of vegetables, Kunkun guessed that the guests must have come to his home because he never adds vegetables unless the guests came. It was not that his parents were frugal, but that his parents were not good at cooking, and the things they made were not delicious and wasted ingredients.

"Well, it's your cousin, you have to call her sister." Chen Xiaoyi taught his son.

"Sister, okay." Kunkun likes his sister, and of course he also likes his elder brother. He likes the original elder brother in the family very much. Although the elder brother can't speak, he can take him to play with him. Since his elder brother left, he has become much lonely.

The father and son went up the stairs and returned home. On the way, Kunkun said, "Dad, I'm old and I can go to and from school by myself. You don't need to take me."

Kunkun’s primary school is in the community park, and it is a supporting school for the community. It doesn’t leave this community at all, so it’s very safe. From the second grade, Kunkun did not let his parents go to and from school to pick him up. However, Afang was always worried, so he often asked his son to leave with other children. Then, he had to go home immediately after school, unless he went to Sister Liu’s house to learn painting, because Sister Liu himself was an art teacher.

"Your mom is worried that it is not safe for you to walk alone." Chen Xiaoyi said to his son and rang the doorbell.

Kun Kun raised his little brow as handsome as his father and said in agreement: "I have grown up. I will have a little sister and younger brother. If I still have to raise my parents, what will I do in the future? What should I do if my younger brother and sister look down on me?"

Instructor Chen seemed very patient with his son’s words: “Kunkun, have we made an appointment? Everything is fine, so you can’t worry about it. This is the first principle. Dad told you that before the elder brother came to our house, you had an older brother.”

Later, the brother accidentally went to heaven. This was what my father often said to him, saying that if he was like his brother, it would make his mother very sad, so he must not be like the brother who went to heaven. When he was a child, he was young and could not understand this story. He thought that the brother was willful and wanted his mother to go somewhere, so he felt very angry. When he grew up, he understood what place heaven was.

In this case, Chen Xiaoyi didn't want to say it to a child who was too young, for fear of putting burden on the child's heart. However, if not, children nowadays are very smart, and they are prone to being self-righteous and self-righteous. His son is more mature than his peers. Therefore, Chen Xiaoyi thought about it and said that it is important to educate children since childhood. For their family, they have lost a child. Teaching children safety has become the first important principle.

Seeing that his father's face turned very serious, Kunkun's brows drooped: "I understand."

Shi Muqing and Zhou Sichen were both busy in the kitchen. When they heard the doorbell, Afang stood up and walked to open the door.

"Mom." Kunkun entered the door and called his mother first. Then he stretched out his little hand to touch his mother's belly, "Are your younger brother and sister good today?"

Afang pulled her son into the living room and said to her husband who was holding the vegetable basket: "They are cooking in the kitchen."

"What?" Chen Xiaoyi asked in surprise, "Did you say cook? Tongtong?"

"No, she said she was cooking just like that, and her colleague said she was very good at cooking." As Afang spoke, a fragrance that floated out of the kitchen attracted the attention of the three in the house.

"It smells so good!" Kun Kun shouted incredible.

In their home, there has never been such a fragrant aroma of vegetables.

Caixiang floated out of the window at Instructor Chen’s house and floated to the window on the opposite floor. Gao Dashuai opened the window and sniffed it hard, and looked at Sister Bai Lu with an incredible look: It seems that this chef’s cooking skills can compete with Jun Ye?

Kun Kun couldn't wait to run into the kitchen to see which chef came to their house to cook. Could it be that it was specially invited by his parents?

"Who is he?" asked the little head that reached into the kitchen door and pointed to the man standing in front of the stove to cook.

Chen Xiaoyi followed his son in and said to his son: "If you want to call him sister and brother, you can't be either big or small."

Kun Kun choked and saliva: "Sister, brother."

Shi Muqing took the chopsticks and took advantage of Chef Zhou's carelessness and picked up a piece of chicken from the wok. He first asked the children to greet him: "Come on, taste the fragrant mushroom chicken."

"Does the chicken stew mushrooms?" It seems that Kunkun is also a little greedy person. He may have heard of the famous dish of the chicken stew mushrooms. His eyes lit up and rushed to Shi Muqing like a small shell, "I want to eat it."

Shi Muqing bent down, blew the heat from the chicken nuggets, and then stuffed it into the child's mouth.

Kun Kun only took a sip of the chicken juice inside, and was drunk. He sucked desperately, but he was reluctant to chew it and swallowed it in his stomach. He whispered to his father in a surprised tone: "It's delicious, it's better than the Northeast grandma made by Pangpang's family."

Chen Xiaoyi couldn't stand his son's greedy appearance and said to his son: "It's not time to eat, there's no rules. Go to the living room to sit and set up tables and dishes with his mother. Wait until the time to eat."

Kun Kun nodded obediently and turned around and left, he said to the chef who had always been by the stove without looking back: "Big brother, the dishes you cook are so delicious. I have eaten the best chicken stewed mushrooms in it."

Chef Zhou didn’t know if it was praised by the child, but a layer of hot sweat appeared on her forehead.

Chen Xiaoyi rushed his son out of the kitchen and said to Shi Muqing: "Thank you for your colleagues."

"No, third uncle." Shi Muqing hurriedly said, "He eats, drinks and lives here for free. If he doesn't do anything, he will feel it will be hard."

Mr. Zhou thought that if he wanted to say this, he had to say it himself, and she was robbing her, as if she was afraid that Zhou Sichen would be ungrateful.

Chen Xiaoyi seemed a little surprised when he saw Zhou Sichen not speaking. It seemed that this young man was not ordinary generous to his niece.

"Have the vegetables been washed?" Finally, handsome guy Zhou couldn't resist the loneliness and asked.

Shi Muqing picked up the vegetable leaves in the water with his fingers: "Okay, okay."

He brought the washed dishes to him.

Zhou Sichen took Cailuo, looked at it, and said, "From now, remember to take off the yellow ones."

"Isn't it a waste? Isn't this a yellow one? Is it yellow? Third uncle, look—" Shi Muqing picked up the leaf that handsome guy Zhou criticized and showed it to Chen Xiaoyi.

Chen Xiaoyi followed and saw that it was really a bit ugly.

"It's not that I can't eat it anymore. The people's food for the Long March of 100,000 is worse than this." Shi Muqing didn't pick it up anyway.

Zhou Sichen narrowed his eyes and felt that her stubbornness was a little strange.

Chen Xiaoyi quickly understood what this was. In the past, when Tongtong lived with her mother and grandpa in that dilapidated small house, she was afraid she couldn't even afford to eat vegetables. Because the vegetables were very expensive.

"Stay it." Chen Xiaoyi said to Zhou Sichen.

Chef Zhou didn't say anything. When putting the vegetables in the wok, he picked up the yellowed leaves.

Shi Muqing turned around and saw his movements and asked in a crazy tone: "Why are you like this? Are you against me?"

"Don't just think that you have suffered alone. My father was very poor at that time, and he was so poor that he couldn't get rid of the pot. However, some things that cannot be eaten are not eaten. Don't you understand those who study medicine?" When Mr. Zhou was not careless, he spoke very heavily.

Shi Mu Qingguang frowned, but he couldn't say that he was wrong.

Chen Xiaoyi looked at the young man again, feeling that the young man's words made sense, not like a random young man.

Let’s go back and ask my niece what’s the origin of this young man.

The three of them were busy in the kitchen, and it was indeed very fast. Chen Xiaoyi did not forget to bring food to the two guests upstairs opposite. He took the insulated lunch boxes at home and filled the meals.

When Shi Muqing helped him, he asked, "Uncle San, who are you going to give to?"

"There is an old lady living upstairs opposite. Her son and daughter are not at home. She is an elderly widow. I'll give her some food." Chen Xiaoyi made up a lie casually.

Shi Muqing just thought that his third uncle was really a good person and a great charity. Without any doubt, he helped Chen Xiaoyi pack the lunch box, two large three-layer insulation lunch boxes and a pot of soup, and asked: "Uncle San, you have so much stuffed, can the old lady finish eating it alone?"

When Mr. Zhou heard this next to him, he just wanted to say that this girl was stupid. Do you need to ask this? Uncle San was obviously lying.

Chen Xiaoyi was obviously stunned by his niece's words. Then, he worked very hard and racked his brains to make a lie: "She has a dog at home, and she has two people's appetites."

Shi Muqing didn't have any doubts after hearing this, and then Chen Xiaoyi said, "So that's how it is."

Zhou Sichen's feet slipped, and he was almost knocked down by this uncle and nephew.

Chen Xiaoyi took the lunch box and went out to deliver food to the old lady.

Kun Kun, who helped his mother set up the bowls and chopsticks, heard his father going out, and exclaimed, "Where are Dad?"

Shi Muqing served the scrambled eggs with tomatoes and heard the child’s question and said, “Your dad is going to deliver meals to the old lady across the street?”

"Which old lady? Isn't Uncle Li living opposite?" Kunkun's child has a very good memory. He remembers who lives nearby. He can remember clearly and will not be confused. "No one lives in Uncle Li's house now."

When Afang came over with a spoon, she was panicked when she heard her son's words. She quickly stepped forward to help make up for the lie. She was smarter than her husband and said, "Your Uncle Li's guest is here, and you are an old man from his hometown."

"Is that so? When did it happen? I don't know!" Kun Kun frowned, feeling a little disappointed that he could not be the omniscient Xiao Kunkun.

Afang comforted her son: "It's okay. It's okay."

Kunkun set up a stool for the guests. When he saw Chef Zhou coming out, he took a towel to Chef Zhou and showed his attentiveness: "Big brother, wipe your face."

What is my son doing? Afang was almost amused and asked Kunkun: "Don't cause trouble for the eldest brother."

"I don't have one. I hope my elder brother will visit our house often in the future." Kun Kun emphasized that he hopes that Chef Zhou can come to their house to prepare delicious food for them every day.

Zhou Sichen liked this child very much because the child suddenly reminded him of what happened to him at this child's age. When he was about the same age, a lot of things happened to happen to him.

Shuai Zhou, who was quite moved, bent down and said to Kunkun: "I can help my father make some side dishes at your age. If you like to eat side dishes, I will teach you how to make some. It is good to mix porridge and rice. You can make it for your parents to eat."

Wow! Kunkun's admiring little eyes shine at handsome Zhou.

Afang also thought this young man was very good, surprisingly good, and his words were elegant and had different courage. He did not look like an ordinary child.

Chen Xiaoyi went to the opposite side to deliver food to people, and ran all the way, until he was sweating profusely. When Gao Dashu opened the door for him, he said that he was slow and said, "Just just smelling the aroma of your food, the intestines in this belly can be turned over for more than a dozen times, and it is almost against the belly."

"I'm sorry." The honest Instructor Chen would only apologize.

Sister Bai Lu pushed the ungrateful Gao Dashuo for this and asked Chen Xiaoyi to come in: "Thank you for your hard work."

"It's not hard, it's not the dish I cook," said Chen Xiaoyi.

"Who did it?" Gao Dashuai asked, "I just discussed it with my sister-in-law. Speaking of which, it seems that your family is not of this level!"

Chen Xiaoyi showed a self-aware smile on his face: "Yes, in terms of cooking skills, how can he compare to the three chefs in the Land Team?"

The tall and handsome laughed.

Bai Lu wiped the glass table in the house, then opened the lunch box that Chen Xiaoyi brought, and placed a few dishes on the table. It was indeed full of colors, fragrance and fragrance, completely at the level of a chef in the hotel.

"God!" Gao Dashuai exclaimed, "When did the chef come out in your family?"

"Tongtong's colleague."

"colleague?"

"Yes, I said it was her senior brother."

Is that young man who is not inferior to Lu Zheng? Gao Dashuai suddenly felt silently worried about Jun's son.

Sister Bai Lu asked, "What's the name?"

"It's said that it's surname Zhou, but I don't know the others."

week?

The first thing that flashed in Sister Bai Lu's mind was Zhou Yu. She hadn't been in contact with Zhou Yu for more than ten years. As for why she hadn't been in contact for more than ten years, Bai Lu really didn't pursue this matter in detail. There were too many friends and many relatives. Over time, life would be like this. If there was nothing happening to each other, it seemed that there was no need to contact each other in particular.

The tall and handsome guy was hungry and picked up a piece of tomato scrambled egg with chopsticks. He ate it and praised him repeatedly: "It tastes delicious, and the taste is similar to what Manman made at home."

The tongue buds cultivated by foodies are unique. After eating so many things, Gao Dashuai can tell which one is the taste of which one. For example, the dishes made by Jun Ye are definitely different from those of his sister, although the two are chefs who are not in line with each other.
Chapter completed!