The chestnuts and stove were put back on. Cui Zhicheng enjoyed the activities of the family of three very much. He happily sat between his father and mother, one on the left and one on the right. It was very convenient for him to act coquettishly to whomever he wanted.
Now he pestered Cui Weizhen: "Dad, please roast a chestnut for me."
Ye Zhenzhen, who was holding a poker to dredge the charcoal fire, made a movement. When he was just born, this brat disliked his father. Now the older he grows up, the more he admires his father. Everything that passes through his father's hands seems to be the most powerful in the world.
Things are the same.
As a tool that was thrown away by her son, Ye Zhenzhen felt unhappy. Even though she was still a "guilty person", she still couldn't help but complained: "Your father doesn't know how to roast chestnuts. If you want to eat them, I will roast them for you."
Forget it if you don’t want to.”
Cui Zhiduan's eyes widened, and he felt that his mother was lying, so he asked his father for confirmation: "Dad, you must know how to roast chestnuts, my mother is lying!"
As a mysophobia patient, Cui Weizhen could not accept the chestnuts taken out of the dark charcoal fire and did not want to eat them at all. Unfortunately, Ye Zhenzhen was very eager to please and had the things put away before he could say anything.
On the contrary, he missed the opportunity to refuse.
The warm fire came winding up, and the melting warmth penetrated from the cold skin into the bones. The whole person couldn't help but become lazy. He leaned slightly on the soft sofa cover, and the whole person sank in, feeling in the cold wind.
In the roaring winter, looking at the falling snow outside the window and warming yourself by the crackling fire is a leisurely and lazy experience.
No wonder Zhen'er would secretly roast chestnuts to eat. With her greedy temperament, it would be strange not to eat something now.
Cui Weizhen only allowed himself to indulge for a short while, then straightened his back again and put on the airs of being a father in front of his son: "It's just roasted chestnuts. When your grandmother and I were running around outside, the gophers roasted them and ate them."
Too much, let alone a mere chestnut?"
He took the tongs from Ye Zhenzhen's hand very naturally, and then picked up the plate that was placed aside. It was filled with plump chestnuts. The hand holding the plate hesitated for a while, and then quickly and decisively poured all the chestnuts.
Into the fire.
Fortunately, it is good quality animal gold charcoal, which is smokeless and resistant to burning. Otherwise, if such a large amount of chestnuts were poured in, there would be a burst of smoke coming out.
Cui Zhiduan didn't know this, he just felt that his father was bold and heroic, and his whole body exuded a sense of calmness and wisdom that was sure to win, and the admiration in his eyes became more intense.
As expected of dad, he is always different.
Cui Weizhen's self-confidence was so high that he kept poking the tongs into the charcoal fire, and finally succeeded in stuffing the poured chestnuts into the charcoal fire to cover it. He put away the tongs, as calmly as a swordsman sheathing his sword, and confidently told his son
Said: "Just wait a moment."
Cui Zhiduan nodded fiercely in trust, holding his chubby little face and looking at the charcoal fire, the expectation on his face almost overflowing.
Ye Zhenzhen looked at the father and son the whole time and hesitated to speak.
Cui Weizhen noticed her expression, raised his eyebrows and asked, "Is there something wrong?"
Ye Zhenzhen: "...there are some missing procedures."
Cui Weizhen frowned slightly, and then he noticed that there was a dagger and an oil can next to the plate that originally contained chestnuts. There was a brush in the oil can, and its use was already very obvious.
Cui Zhiduan also took the initiative to say: "When my mother roasts chestnuts, she always opens a small opening and brushes them with a layer of oil before putting them into the fire to roast."
Cui Weizhen: "...it doesn't matter if you don't brush them with oil. Chestnuts are a folk food. People roast chestnuts over a fire and eat them. They don't have the conditions to brush each chestnut with oil before roasting it."
Cui Zhiduan didn't know the sufferings of the people, so naturally he took whatever his father said and asked expectantly: "Does it taste better this way?"
Cui Weizhen was no longer so determined. He glanced at his wife next to him calmly and said calmly: "Maybe it's not as good as your mother's craftsmanship, but it definitely has a different flavor."
Ye Zhenzhen raised the corners of her lips slightly. Seeing someone's show of weakness, she mercifully put aside her thoughts of watching a good show and pointed out: "The heat in the stove is too high. Chestnuts that are close to the open flame are easy to roast."
The chestnuts that are burnt and suffocated inside are heated unevenly, and end up being unevenly heated, making them half-cooked and unpalatable."
It's rare for her to save so many chestnuts, so don't let the father and son get into trouble.
Cui Weizhen accepted her kindness, picked up the tongs again to control the heat, and even turned the chestnuts inside so that they would be heated evenly to avoid undercooking.
Cui Zhiduan looked left and right, his face thoughtful.
Ye Zhenzhen finally won the dignity of being a foodie and immediately started snarling in front of her son: "Wangzi, I'm better than your father!"
Cui Weizhen glanced at her and didn't care about her. It was too childish!
However, the naive Cui Zhiduan started to argue with her, and what they said was justified: "Dad is not good at eating, but my mother is a master, so she can win without force."
Ye Zhenzhen: "...Wangzi, I am your mother!"
Cui Zhiduan looked at her in confusion: "Why did mother say this?"
"Wangzi only likes his father now and doesn't like his mother anymore." Ye Zhenzhen looked sad: "Obviously my mother is so powerful, but you can't see it at all. She is really sad."
Although Cui Zhiduan was not a considerate little cotton-padded jacket, he was still a well-behaved and filial son. Hearing this, he immediately became anxious and hugged his mother's arm with one hand. He repeatedly promised: "Mom, don't be sad. In my heart, you are the god of heaven."
The most powerful mother down there!”
How could my mother not be awesome? Even when Master Zhou talked about her, he was full of praise.
Ye Zhenzhen seemed not to believe it and asked: "Really?"
"Really! Really!" Cui Zhiduan nodded heavily as if he was afraid that she wouldn't believe it: "I will never lie to my mother."
Ye Zhenzhen then showed a smile, rubbed her son's furry head, and kissed him on the face: "Mother's Wangzi is also the cutest and most considerate child in the world."
Cui Zhiduan's face turned red, his dark eyes were covered with a light mist, and his eyes were full of dependence and love, which really hurt your bones.
Ye Zhenzhen couldn't bear the impact of cute things, so she hugged her son and kissed her for a long time. It wasn't until Cui Weizhen couldn't stand it any longer and rescued her son from her clutches that Cui Zhiduan could finally take a breather.
Cui Zhiduan secretly wiped the cold sweat from his forehead. His mother's enthusiasm was really overwhelming. Fortunately, this situation was rare. He only had to deal with his grandmother alone.
Alas, being a child is not easy. Not only do you have to go to school, but you also have to make the adults at home happy. Cui Zhiduan feels that there are too many burdens on his small shoulders.