A firewood pile stood in the center of the smoke-filled living room.

There are all smart systems here, and Xiao Zijin doesn’t know how to open the windows.

When the firewood burned, the smoke could not disperse, and the alarm was triggered, which attracted firefighters.

He Tingxiao looked at the scene in front of him, and his proud emotional management was once again out of control.

His temples were pounding again, and he gritted his teeth and said, "Xiao Zijin, what are you doing?!"

“Roast chicken!”

While Xiao Zijin was talking, someone also came to the door. Seeing the fire that was almost extinguished inside, he pulled He Tingxiao away and said, "Big ice cube, give me a hand, there is no more firewood."

"Don't put out the fire I finally started."

She rushed to the fire in several strides.

He picked up the woodcutter on the ground that he had used for more than ten years.

In front of He Tingxiao, he scrapped his last mahogany chair and threw it into the fire as firewood.

"Big ice block, it's a little hard to find dry firewood here. Jianghu used some of your chairs for the emergency. In a few days, I'll go up the mountain to cut down some trees and make some new chairs for you."

He Tingxiao: "..."

He started the smart system and opened the windows and air purification system in the villa.

The firefighters and villa administrator who followed up said: "..."

It was obvious that this was an own goal and the firefighters closed the team.

The villa manager wanted to give a warm reminder, but looked at He Tingxiao with a cold face and Xiao Zijin who was standing in the living room playing with a hatchet.

He swallowed his words knowingly and silently, greeted him respectfully and left.

"Daddy, it smells so good."

After everyone left, He Shaochen got out of the car and smelled the fragrance as soon as he reached the door.

His little head poked in from behind He Tingxiao, looking for where the scent came from.

"Xiangba, this is my best beggar's chicken. It will be ready to eat in a few minutes. We will eat it together without bringing big ice cubes."

Xiao Zijin looked at He Shaochen and invited him warmly.

I have a good impression of the knowledgeable He Shaochen, unlike the icy-faced He Tingxiao.

He Shaochen looked at the firewood pile curiously and pulled He Tingxiao's hand, "Daddy, can I go in and have a look?"

He Tingxiao, who originally planned to call his subordinates to come over and put out the fire, said, "Okay."

The air in the living room has been circulated, the smoke has dispersed, and only the tempting aroma of roast chicken is left in the air.

He Shaochen ran over, imitating Xiao Zijin and squatting by the fire, his little face turned red from the fire.

In just two or three minutes, the two of them had become familiar with each other.

Very congenial.

He Tingxiao could only step in and stand behind He Shaochen.

Lowering his eyes, his eyes fell on his son's face. After not seeing him for a while, his son was completely different. The son he raised to be as picky as he was became more and more down-to-earth.

I feel a little sour inside, but I also know that this is what a normal child should look like.

Xiao Zijin's nose was like a timer. He smelled the aroma and it was already hot. He shouted excitedly: "Okay."

He Shaochen was also a little excited.

Watching Xiao Zijin put out the fire skillfully, he took a chair leg that he had reserved just now and pulled the fire, pulling out a large mud ball from it.

"Sister Zijin, can you eat this?"

He Shaochen also held a chair leg in his hand, touched the black mud ball, and became very curious about it.

Xiao Zijin raised his eyebrows at He Shaochen, "Wait."

Not only can it be eaten, but it will also confuse people with its aroma.

The sound fell, and the chair leg in his hand hit the mud.

As the mud is cracked open, the fragrance overflows and hits your nostrils.

Xiao Zijin skillfully peeled off the lotus leaves she picked in the landscape pond, revealing a five- to six-pound free-range chicken.

Wrapped in lotus leaves, he tore off a chicken leg and handed it to He Shaochen, "Master, try Sister Zijin's cooking."

He Shaochen reached out to take it, but immediately handed it to He Tingxiao, "Daddy, eat."

"Daddy is not hungry."

He Tingxiao touched his son's little head, feeling soft inside.

He Shaochen then took it back, blew on it, and took a small bite.

His eyes lit up.

When Xiao Zijin saw the butler who had returned from handling the oolong incident, he tore a large piece off and handed it to the butler.

It wasn't the first time the butler ate it, so he took it naturally.

Xiao Zijin tore himself another chicken drumstick and took a bite with enjoyment.

So fragrant.

It's just that it lacks a little bit of flavor.

Seeing He Shaochen eating deliciously, Xiao Zijin felt happy in his heart and said to him: "There is no yellow clay here, so the taste will be a little worse. Next time Sister Zijin finds the authentic yellow clay, I will bake it for you again."

She dug the soil in the front lawn and used it for treatment.

"good."

He Shaochen nodded his head and looked forward to it.

The one I hold in my hand is already very fragrant, and I don’t know what it smells like.

The housekeeper squatted over at some point.

Just, get used to it.

The three of them ate with their mouths full of oil.

He Tingxiao: "..."

"Daddy, try it, it's really delicious."

He Shaochen gnawed on a chicken drumstick and was still not satisfied. He took He Tingxiao's hand and pulled him down to squat down.

He reached for the roasted chicken and wanted to give He Tingxiao a piece.

Xiao Zijin and He Tingxiao were both afraid that he would be burned, so they stretched out their hands at the same time.

He Tingxiao took his son's hand first, but Xiao Zijin couldn't stop it in time and held it in his hand.

He Tingxiao quickly retracted his hand as if it was hot and glanced at her coldly.

Xiao Zijin curled his lips, "If I touch you, you won't be allergic again, so what are you hiding from?"

When He Tingxiao heard that he was cured, his face turned even darker.

Thinking that she was seriously injured and lying in bed unable to move, when she touched him, he became allergic and got a rash all over his body.

He asked her not to touch him.

She reasoned: "This kind of psychological allergy requires fighting fire with fire. If I touch you more, you will be fine."

While he was recuperating in the mountains, he was touched countless times by her.

When she could get out of bed, she touched him again, and he was no longer allergic.

But whenever I think of the scene where he took advantage of his inability to move and used a silver needle to immobilize him.

He wanted to chop off her hands.

If she hadn't saved his life!

Those hands are long gone!

"Give!"

Xiao Zijin tore off a piece of chicken breast and handed it to He Tingxiao, "I'm doing it for the sake of the young minister, otherwise, I wouldn't give you this big ice cube!"

He Tingxiao had a cold face.

Don't want to take it.

"Daddy, try it, it's really delicious."

He Shaochen took it and handed it to He Tingxiao.

Delicious food, I just want to share it with my dad.

He Tingxiao looked at his son's cute little face and reached out to take it.
To be continued...