Chapter 162： Dad needs to eat better

Wu Mei set the dishes and served the rice, and shouted, "Dad, it's time to eat."

Wu Zhengsi was already hungry, and he walked out quickly. The smell of the vegetables made him even more hungry. He sat down and started to eat. As soon as the vegetables were eaten, Wu Zhengsi nodded with satisfaction.

The little daughter's cooking skills are really good, much better than his wife's.

"The dishes are well done, and the eyebrows have been working hard." Wu Zhengsi said amiably, with a few traces of love in his eyes.

Wu Mei was stunned for a while, and suddenly felt a little awkward. He was used to being cold-faced and indifferent, but suddenly he was really uncomfortable with loving kindness. Wu Mei quickly lowered his head and whispered: "It's not hard, Dad eats eggs."

She took an egg to Wu Zhengsi to hide her unnaturalness, and she also took an egg to eat. The umami of the bacon was in the egg. It was very delicious, especially for Wu Zhengsi's appetite. Two bowls of rice.

Wu Mei also ate it in big mouthfuls. The number of eggs per person was limited, but more meat could be eaten. The bacon marinated with earthy pork was fragrant and glutinous, not greasy at all. Wu Mei and Wu Zhengsi ate their mouths full of oil. A rare harmony in the atmosphere.

When He Biyun and the others came back, what they saw was this beautiful scene of a happy father and daughter having dinner together. He Biyun didn't feel it, but Wu Yue only felt dazzling.

Wu Mei, this sly, used to tell her to work and push three and four, but her mother and her were more active than anyone else when they went out, not to please her father!

Humph, it's useless to please such an idiot with bad grades, my father will always like her first place!

What He Biyun cares about is something else. Three dishes and one soup, this dead girl of a prodigal family, went out to serve rice and saw the oil pot that was more than half empty, and He Biyun's eyes were about to go out.

The oil pot she just filled yesterday, but now most of it is gone. Damn girl, she is pouring oil like water!

He Biyun, who was skeptical, went to the storage room again. Seeing the best salted hind leg cut in half, his teeth were almost broken, and his face turned black.

She resisted not getting angry immediately, but sat down to eat with two bowls of rice, with a smile on her face, Wu Zhengsi asked with concern: "What did the doctor say?"

"It's not body odor, it should be something stuck on our hair. The doctor didn't know what it was. He just told us to wash our hair diligently, and it would dissipate after a while." He Biyun said with a smile.

"That's good, Yueyue can't make trouble like today, it's not rational at all." Wu Zhengsi breathed a sigh of relief and taught Wuyue a lesson.

Wu Yue respectfully said, "I'm sorry, Dad."

He Biyun hurriedly smoothed things out: "Isn't Yueyue freaking out Yueyue eat an egg soon, you haven't eaten well all day!"

She took the chopsticks and vermicelli and ate it herself. As soon as she entered the mouth, she knew where the half pot of oil had gone. She couldn't help it, and said with a stern face: "Meimei, our family is not a rich family, no matter what we do. You have to be diligent and thrifty, you see, this bowl of vermicelli is full of oil, it's a waste."

Wu Mei glanced at the vermicelli, the oil was indeed a little bit more, but it was also delicious. She glanced at Wu Zhengsi and said intentionally, "It doesn't taste good with less oil, Dad, today's food is delicious, right?"

Wu Zhengsi, who was very comfortable eating, nodded: "The taste is really good, and Meimei's cooking skills are very good."

"Dad has eaten two bowls of rice today. You are too thin. Eat more. Mom, don't be too shrewd in cooking in the future. Dad's salary is so high that even if he eats meat and chicken every day, he can afford it. Do you still feel bad for a little oil? Could it be that you do not feel bad for your father?"

Wu Mei seemed to be helping her with divine power, and suddenly she became eloquent. He Biyun was speechless, but Wu Zhengsi smiled, and he was very fond of Wu Mei's words. Eight zero sweet wife