Interstellar baby care letter

Chapter 54
After Ross finished coughing, he still felt a little itchy in his throat: "It seems that the taste of this food is not all good."

Doyle rubbed his nose: "If you don't like to smell it, then don't eat it."

"You... I don't mean that." Ross stared.

"Humph."

The dispute in the living room didn't affect Nan Shu at all. The pork ribs were hard. Nan Shu turned on a small fire, put ginger slices, fennel, light soy sauce and other seasonings in the pot, and simmered slowly.

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As the minutes move little by little, the aroma of the stewed chicken with mushrooms and the stewed rose bean curd pork ribs slowly wafts out. The smells are intertwined, and the entire first floor is occupied by these two smells, holding everyone's breath.

Nan Jue put down the toy in his hand, ran into the kitchen with short legs, "Mom, it smells so good."

A small person with bright and clear eyes, long eyelashes fluttering, and a soft and waxy voice unique to children.

Nan Shu's delicate eyebrows and eyes were stained with a gentle smile, "It's two very fragrant dishes, and you can eat them at night."

"Okay." Nan Jue sniffled his nose and smiled sweetly. He decided to drink another bottle of yogurt, otherwise his mother's dishes were so delicious that he couldn't help it.

The little girl Nanjue found a good excuse for herself, ran to the constant temperature disinfection cabinet with her little feet on her feet, took out a bottle of yogurt familiarly, and sucked it up with puffed cheeks.

Smelling this smell, Dauros felt his heart itch, and he had no intention of arguing.

Ross said: "Doyle, why don't we go out for a stroll, I can't bear to smell it again."

Doyle was very firm, "No, if you want to go out, go out by yourself, I love the smell."

Even if you can't eat.

But he would smell it even if he couldn't eat it.

Ross blew his beard and stared angrily: "Hmph, then I won't leave either."

"Ding dong."

Nan Jue, who was obediently drinking yogurt, walked slowly to the door without looking up, pressed the button on the entrance, and the door slowly opened.

"It's Xiao Jue." Yan Ping laughed.

"Uncle Yan Ping, Aunt Ning."

Nan Jue was very polite.

When Nan Shu was rehearsing, he was always at Yan Ping's house. Aunt Ning was Yan Ping's wife, named Ning Fu.She has a gentle personality and likes children very much. When Nan Jue was at their house, she was the one who took care of her.

Nan Shu heard the voice, came out of the kitchen, and said with a smile, "Brother Yan, Sister Ning is here."

"That's right." Yan Ping and Nan Shu were already familiar with each other, so they sat down on the sofa without restraint, "Nan Shu, are you cooking?"

Yan Ping also had a little understanding of Nan Shu's family not drinking nutrient solution and eating food.

Nan Shu moved to the living room and introduced them, "Uncle Daoer and Uncle Luo, this is my good friend, Yan Ping, and next to her is her wife Ning Fu."

"Brother Yan, this is Doyle, and this is Ross."

"Hello."

"Hello."

Dao Luosi has an easy-going personality, and Yan Ping and Ning Fu are also gentle and delicate people, and they have a relationship with Nan Shu. It's just a meeting, and the two sides have a good impression of each other.

"You guys talk first, I have something to do in the kitchen." Nan Shu didn't stay long, seeing that the atmosphere had eased, and there were three chatters from Yan Ping Daoluosi, after pouring a cup of tea for the two of them, she entered the kitchen again.

She invites a lot of friends, so she prepares more meals.

In the living room, the four of them were chatting. Yan Ping and Ning Fu tasted some fruits, showing surprise on their faces.

Seeing this, Doyle spontaneously acted as a narrator, "These are all fruits, and what you tasted were cherries, bright red in color and sweet and sour in taste."

"Oh... then what is this?"

"That's green grapes, with thin skin and sweet taste..."

Ross interjected from time to time, and for a while, the atmosphere in the living room was very lively.

It seems that adults are never afraid of not having a topic to talk about. The four of them chatted from fruit to tea, and then to Nanshu Nanjue, which was very lively.

"Ding dong."

Someone came to the door again, Nan Shu in the kitchen smiled, her house was rarely so lively.

This time it was Qin Qingbai who came not only by himself, but also with a person——Qin Ye.

Qin Ye deliberately pushed the announcement for a few days to accompany his grandfather, and just happened to meet Nan Shu's invitation, and Qin Qingbai brought him here.

Nan Shu was also taken aback when she saw Qin Ye. Thinking of the "own grandson" mentioned in Grandpa Qin's message, she asked, "Is Emperor Qin the grandson of Grandpa Qin?"

Qin Ye is wearing private clothes today, with a casual and simple style, his messy and fine hair is completely brushed up, revealing a smooth white shiny forehead, with a hint of handsomeness in his flirtatious: "Yes."

He was not surprised to see Nan Shu. On the day he came back, his grandfather had mentioned Nan Shu several times, so before he came, he knew that the person invited this time was Nan Shu.

Qin Qingbai laughed: "Nan girl, I knew you knew this brat."

"Yes, we were on the same show."

"I know that, Interstellar Voice, right? I'm here for you. I didn't expect this brat to be on that show. What a coincidence."

Nan Shu frowned, and said jokingly, "I didn't expect Grandpa Qin to do it for me. It's an honor."

"Hahaha, this kid."

Several people in the living room laughed together.

After laughing, Nan Shu introduced them to other people one by one. As before, they exchanged pleasantries one by one, and they seemed to be having a good time talking.

After the introduction, Qin Qingbai's eyes were fixed on the Junshan Silver Needle on Nanshu.

The teacup is small and exquisite, made of fine white and smooth ceramics, the whole body is clear porcelain white, with some faint blue color, it looks like sapphire, the cup contains orange tea soup, the tea leaves stretch like needles, in the sapphire ceramic cup It floats up and down, and finally half of it floats to the surface of the tea soup, and half sinks to the bottom.

Hot air creeps out from the mouth of the cup, and the aroma of tea curls up, refreshing and mellow, refreshing.

"Is this—tea?"

Qin Qingbai is worthy of being the president of the Han Association, and he recognized it at a glance.

"Grandpa Qin has good eyesight, this is the best Junshan Silver Needle."

Qin Qingbai showed his face, stroked his beard, and felt emotional: "I have lived most of my life, but I never expected to meet such a good thing here."

There are many introductions to tea in ancient books. He has long wanted to see it, but there are no tea trees in the entire Leicester planet. He once regretted it, but unexpectedly, he met here.

Seeing that Qin Qingbai was happy, Nan Shu thought for a while, "If Grandpa Qin likes it, how about I discuss the tea ceremony with you roughly after the wine and dinner are full?"

"Okay." Qin Qingbai laughed.

(End of this chapter)