Yan shiting looks at Xiaobao's considerate behavior and is really taking care of people.

This little guy!

Xiaobao is sitting beside his mother, across the dining table, facing Yan shiting.

In front of the three, there was a bowl of fried rice with eggs.

Xiao Bao's tender voice said, "Mom, the dinner you and I have is fried by my son. You can eat it at ease."

Yan shiting raised his eyebrows and looked at the fried rice in front of Cheng Xiaobao and his own, "do you think I can't eat fried rice?" After spending 5000 tuition fees, Cheng Xiaobao will be able to stir up any flavor.

"Xiaobao was afraid that uncle Yan would cook for the first time and his cooking skills would not be good." Xiaobao kindly reminded, "your fried rice is very likely to be difficult to swallow, or it will vomit out."

"Yes." Yan shiting's voice was as cold as ice, "people who spit food at the table can't do it."

Cheng yingxuan picked up a spoon of egg fried rice with a spoon, chewed it gracefully and swallowed, "Xiaobao's love egg fried rice is really improving. It's delicious

"Thank you, mom." Xiaobao side for the first time with a sweet smile, began to eat obediently.

Yan shiting nobly picked up a spoon and scooped a spoon of fried rice in front of him. Before chewing it twice, Yan shiting reflexively vomited it back to the plate. "What a strange smell! It's so sweet!"

"Ha ha ha ha!" Cheng Xiaobao did not give face to smile, "Mom, I said, uncle Yan cooked for the first time, fried rice simply can't eat."

Cheng yingxuan was confused and said with a smile to the man opposite, "Mr. Yan, in the kitchen, it seems that you fried rice in the way of Xiaobao. Your cooking skills are so bad?"

Cheng Xiaobao is serious, shaking his head and sighing, "the key is that the table spits food, and the cultured people can't do it. Uncle Yan, I don't agree with you. I don't mean to say that you are a man of no accomplishment. What you say and what you do, the facts are in front of you, and you can't deny it. I'm a very reasonable person. "

There is no reason to argue with me

Cheng Xiaobao shook his head, "no, it's you who have a grudge against my father." As a son, how can he sit and watch the black faced God insult his dead father again and again?

Yan shiting's face was black and almost cracked. He stretched out his long arm and grabbed the plate of rice in front of yingxuan. He took a bite of it. The taste was normal, not delicious, and not bad.

But his own fried rice is sweet, suddenly understand, "Cheng Xiaobao, you Yin me!"

Xiaobao is as delicate as an enamel doll, and her face is full of innocent people. Uncle Yan, you have to talk about evidence. "

"The first time you fried rice in front of my face, the white sauce was not salt, it was sugar. So I put a few spoonfuls of sugar in the fried rice with eggs His face congealed into ice, and his tone was affirmative, "the second time you fry rice is the normal salt, that is, the two plates in front of you."

Cheng Xiaobao agreed, "Uncle Yan's IQ is not low, just want to understand." Chao Cheng Ying Xuan blinked, "Mom, do you think I can blame this?"

"Of course, I can't blame my little treasure." Cheng yingxuan said justly, "Mr. Yan, this only shows that you are incompetent in housework. You can't even distinguish sugar and salt. Who can blame?"

“……” Yan shiting was speechless. I'm really annoyed. He's the boss of thunder group. He was put together by a four-year-old kid. It's unforgivable!

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