Saturday, 1:00 noon.

"Click"

the door handle then turned a few times, the door was slowly opened, a middle-aged man slowly walked in, but as soon as his front foot entered the door, his face showed a puzzled expression.

Now he wants to know what this fuzzy thing on his son's head is.

"Dad, you're back."

Originally sitting on the sofa watching TV, ye Ziheng turned to look at the middle-aged man.

The middle-aged man is ye Ziheng's father, Ye Cheng.

Ye's father takes a look at ye Ziheng and looks at the soft object lying on his head.

"Ah, Ziheng, I don't think you are a little familiar with the cat. Was it the cat you brought back to help us catch mice last time?"

Ye Ziheng nodded, but he didn't dare to exert himself, for fear that he would drop the sunflower on his head.

"This kitten is very good. I can help catch mice when I get into the house by accident."

Ye dad said, while walking into the kitchen, took out a bottle of milk from inside.

"Where's my mom, dad?"

Ye's father took a sip of milk and shook his head.

"It's the company that has something to do. Anyway, he told me not to pick him up."

Said this, the leaf father seems to have remembered what, hastily walked to ye Ziheng side.

"Ziheng, why don't you show your father today?"

Ye Ziheng heard this, the whole face immediately black down.

Eat his cooking, or forget it, ye Ziheng feel that he is still young, not so sad.

He especially remembered that when he was still in primary school, his father decided to cook a pot of "good dishes" for ye Ziheng and his classmates in order to celebrate his birthday.

The poor children still don't know the cooking skills of Ye's father. They are waiting for him to serve the food.

As a result, all the children who attended ye Ziheng's birthday party had diarrhea for a week.

Even Ye's father, after eating his own cooking, had to ask for a three-day leave from the company and stayed at home for three days.

Since then, ye Ziheng did not dare to eat anything that ye's father did.

"Well, there are still a few barrels at home for convenience..."

"Instant noodles, that food is not healthy. If you want noodles, you can cook them yourself."

Ye dad said, his face full of smiles.

"No, no, I'm not very hungry."

Ye Ziheng said again, in any case, he will never eat what his father cooked. He has already had a psychological shadow over his father's cooking.

"If you're not hungry, you have to eat a little bit. You're growing now. Can you grow tall by eating more?"

Ye dad said, while facing ye Ziheng with a strange smile.

Ye Ziheng saw this, only felt the back spine a burst of cold, hurriedly back several steps, back to the door, and then a grasp of the door handle.

"Dad, it suddenly occurred to me that my classmates had something to do with me today. I left first."

Finish saying, ye Ziheng immediately twisted the door handle, "Zi Liu" ran out at once.

Seeing this scene, ye Pa couldn't help shaking his head.

"This son of a bitch, is not to let him eat a meal, not to send him to the guillotine, as for it, forget it, make it for yourself."

Say, leaf father then a person walked into the kitchen, the face shows a faint smile.

"Today, I cook a dish for myself."

Said, picked up the side of a green onion directly into the pot.

………

"Well, it seems that I forgot to turn on the induction cooker."

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