Entertaining Children

  Chapter 22 Dinner

  Two adults went to the kitchen, and there were only two children left in the hall.

   Xiao Yao looked at Sun Tingting and said, "What do you want to play? I'll accompany you. But the toys have been taken away, and it seems there is nothing fun."

  Sun Tingting also found that there seemed to be nothing fun, but sitting like this was quite boring, and it was almost dark now, and it seemed that she shouldn’t go out. Frowning, Sun Tingting suddenly remembered Xiao Yao's performance in the morning, and smiled: "Brother Bayi, the one you played in the morning...you..." Halfway through, Sun Tingting couldn't remember the name of the instrument, Ka The brow frowned again.

   "Ukulele." Xiao Yao prompted.

   "Yes, Ukulele, you play really well. And your "Most Beautiful" is also very nice." Sun Tingting continued.

   "Ah, did you hear it?" Xiao Yao said in a little surprised: "Even the name is known. Have you heard of it?"

Sun Tingting nodded, "I have heard this song, and I also learned to play the piano, of course I can hear it. I have heard this song from my father to my mother several times. Every time my father sings this song to my mother, my mother just sings this song to my mother. I was very happy. I asked my mother what song it was, and my mother told me."

  Sun Zhihao was also a singer in his early years, and it is reasonable to educate and train his daughter in music since childhood. Xiao Yao smiled and said, "Do you know that the original sing of this song is my dad, and he also wrote this song."

   "Written with others." Xiao Siqi's voice came from the kitchen.

The kitchen and the hall of this house are next to each other, the kitchen door is not closed, the two little guys in the hall did not deliberately lower the sound, and the kitchen did not start cooking again, there is no noise, so both adults can hear the conversation between the two little guys. . As a qualified dad, even though he cooks in the kitchen, he still pays part of his attention to the children in the hall.

   "Really? Your father is great." Sun Tingting praised.

   "Thank you Duoer!" Xiao Siqi's laughter came over again.

   "Concentrate on cooking!" Xiao Yao was a little impatient and shouted back to the kitchen.

  Looking at Xiao Yao's appearance, Sun Tingting covered her mouth and laughed.

   "What's wrong?" Xiao Yao was a little baffled.

"Nothing." Sun Tingting shook her head, and then said just now: "Mom said this song is very well written. It was written by the person who wrote the song to a person she loves very much. Dad sang this song to her. It’s because my dad loves her very much too. Your dad wrote this song, so he wrote it for your mom, right? Your dad loves your mom, too, right?"

   "Duo'er, don't talk about this, let's talk about something else." This time it was Sun Zhihao's voice.

  In the kitchen, Sun Zhihao apologized and said to Xiao Siqi: "I'm sorry." Xiao Siqi smiled and shook his head: "It's okay. It's been so long. Bayi and I have both walked out. It doesn't matter."

   "What's wrong? Why can't you say it?" Sun Tingting asked strangely.

"It's okay, your father won't let you say that it's because my mother passed away, do you understand? I went to heaven, in heaven." Xiao Yao smiled bitterly and pointed his finger upwards, "Your parents should have taught me." What do you mean?"

   "I know." Sun Tingting took Xiao Yao's hand and said, "Mom said that we shouldn't mention other people's sad things. I'm sorry, I won't say anything. Don't be sad."

   "It's okay." Xiao Yao patted Sun Tingting and took her little hand.

  At this time, I only heard a stab in the kitchen, and a thick smoke floated out of the kitchen and filled the hall.

   "It's so big soot." Xiao Yao and Sun Tingting covered their mouths and noses at the same time. Xiao Yao took Sun Tingting out of the way: "Let's go out and avoid it."

   "You two go and stand outside for a while, don't run away!" Sun Zhihao's shout also came out in the kitchen.

   Xiao Yao and Sun Tingting stood on the open space outside the house, and they took a few deep breaths. The moment they were just now was really choking.

   "Daddy did not cook like this before." Sun Tingting muttered strangely.

   "That's what my dad did," Xiao Yao smiled, "My dad can't cook."

   "It's a real actress," Sun Tingting looked at him sympathetically, and then said: "Then you will come to my house for dinner from now on, let my father cook it for you."

   "Okay, thank you." Xiao Yao nodded with a smile.

   "That's a deal." Sun Tingting said happily.

"Is this kid premeditated?" It was Chen Min's film crew who followed the two children. Liu Shanxing, who had been with the father and son for a day, couldn't help but whispered to Chen Min: "This is looking for a long-term meal ticket. ."

   "I think the father and son had planned for a long time." Chen Min also smiled and said: "This can become a big star, as expected, there is no fuel-efficient lamp." That being said, there is no disgust in his tone. Then he said: "But then again, if you don't have this communicative ability, how can you be in the entertainment industry?"

  Next, the people in the group of film crew who were in charge of shooting the cooking shots in the kitchen and filming Sun Zhihao's family were also smoked out by the smoke.

  Looking at the group of film crew members who were still coughing and sneezing when they went out embarrassedly, Xiao Yao probably guessed what Xiao Siqi and Sun Zhihao had whispered before.

  Everyone stood outside the house for a long time, and when the cooking fume in the house cleared, dinner was almost ready.

  Since the ingredients of the two families are combined and there are more things, this meal is very luxurious. There are four dishes and one soup. And Sun Zhihao really lived up to the name of the little chef, and the appearance and smell made people very appetizing.

   "It's dinner!" Sun Tingting cheered and was about to start.

"Wait a minute." The director who filmed Sun Zhihao's filming crew suddenly stopped, and looked at Xiao Yao and said, "August Yi, there is only one dish made by your father. Let me first ask what you like best. See if your dad made it."

  The responsibility of their film crew was that they couldn't stand it and left for a while when the smoke was the biggest. Besides, the whole process of cooking was basically under their lens, so he deliberately made such a show.

  Chen Min quietly curled her lips. She could guess how Xiao Yao would answer such a question without difficulty.

  Sure enough, Xiao Yao looked at the several dishes on the table, pointed to the worst-selling one, and said, “This, radish roasted meat.”

   "Hey." Sun Zhihao and Xiao Siqi smiled triumphantly. The several dishes on the table were naturally made by Sun Zhihao, with the most oily smoke. This dish was made when the film crew was smoked out. After the film crew went out, Xiao Siqi deliberately asked Sun Zhihao to make this dish worse than other dishes for safety reasons, and even burned a few radishes on purpose. When the film crew came in again, what they saw was Xiao Siqi cooking the dish, and naturally thought that this dish was made by Xiao Siqi. They did this to prevent the program crew from doing this. They all felt that with Xiao Yao's IQ, they would be able to cooperate tacitly. That is to say, their team is not familiar with Xiao Siqi and his son. If Chen Min's team were in the kitchen, they wouldn't be fooled so easily. But after all, Chen Min and the others are the follow-up team of Xiao Siqi and his son. They feel a little emotional at the end of the day, and they don't want to embarrass them, so when assigning tasks to another group, they actively asked to take pictures of the two children, avoiding the kitchen.

  The answer was correct, and the film crew did not show any more moths. The two families began to eat, and the film crew arrived at dinner time. Each of the two groups left a photographer to shoot. The others retired to the door to eat. They had a box lunch from the show crew. As for the photographer who is still shooting, he will have to wait for the other photographer in the group to finish his meal before coming for him.

Probably from the look in Chen Min’s eyes, she seemed to have discovered something and deliberately helped conceal it. Xiao Yao felt as if she should be thankful to someone, so she ran to the kitchen and picked up an empty bowl, took five or six meatballs and ran away. come out.

  In order to keep up with the shooting at any time, the place where the crew members eat is in the open space outside Sun Zhihao’s house. Xiao Yao carried the bowl and ran in front of Chen Min and said, "Auntie Chen, try Sun Xiaochu's meatballs, you can't easily eat them." He said that he put a piece of meatballs into Chen Min's lunch bowl. Then he walked to Liu Lixing, "Uncle Liu, you have it too."

   "Oh, there are extra meals." Liu Lixing smiled and raised the lunch bowl.

   Xiao Yao took care of all the people in the film crew who were eating, and found that there was one left in the bowl. Doubtfully said: "Why is the number of people wrong?"

  Chen Min smiled and pointed behind Xiao Yao. Xiao Yao turned around and took a look, only then did he remember that there was another one who was filming.

"Ah, Uncle Hu was blocked by the camera, no wonder I didn't see it." He said, picking up the meatballs with chopsticks, and forwarded to the camera: "You have been the hardest. You are still taking pictures after people eat, come and feed me. you eat."

  The photographer squatted down cheerfully, stretched out his mouth and bit off the meatballs on Xiao Yao’s chopsticks.

  Although a meatball is nothing, it is gone in one bite. But this thoughtfulness moved several people in the film crew to the point of undesirableness. Especially when the camera crew next to him looked enviously, Chen Min and his team were even more proud.

   "This little guy is really considerate. No wonder Xiao Duoer was willing to call his brother." Liu Lixing leaned over to Chen Min and smiled.

   "This little guy, you are really good." Chen Min also smiled.

  The camera crew is outside the door, and it’s certainly impossible for the people in the room to eat with the door closed. When Xiao Yao went out carrying the bowl, the people in the room had been watching him curiously. The envious eyes of those who followed the film crew naturally did not escape Sun Zhihao's eyes.

   "Duo'er." Sun Zhihao called his daughter, after seeing her daughter's attention attracted by him. His head was slightly tilted to the outside of the door, and his eyes also glanced outside the door, and quietly signaled to his daughter.

   "Oh." Sun Tingting immediately understood what Dad meant. He took an empty bowl with a few meatballs and walked to the door to follow the filming crew. "Uncles and aunts, you have worked hard..."

  Sun Xiaochu’s cooking skills are naturally nothing to say. Several people are satisfied with a meal.

   "Uncle Sun, Dad, you two have worked hard to cook, let me clean up the table and wash the dishes." Xiao Yao hurriedly said when he saw that Sun Zhihao was about to get up and clean up. With that said, he swiftly folded the empty bowls and plates on the table, hugged him and headed to the kitchen. Xiao Yao, who came out of the kitchen, took a rag in his hand, wiped the dining table, and said to Sun Zhihao and Xiao Siqi: "You two take a break and talk for a while, I'll go wash the dishes."

   "I'll help." Sun Tingting yelled, and rushed into the kitchen.

  "Pay attention to safety and don't make trouble." Sun Zhihao asked his daughter, then turned around and smiled and asked Xiao Siqi: "Do you still wash the dishes at home on Bayi?"

   "I really haven't seen this." Xiao Siqi smiled and said, "I can't cook, and I don't have a business at home. How can I see him washing the dishes."

   "Huh? Isn't this a joke?" Sun Zhihao was surprised when he heard that, he got up and went to the kitchen. He had seen Xiao Yao confidently speaking before, and thought that Xiao Yao often did such things and was very skilled. This is a show. If the child has the opportunity to perform, he should not stop him. Otherwise, how could he let a five-year-old child wash the dishes for himself?

  (End of this chapter)