Chapter 1083

"It's me, auntie." Hear aunt think of her, Lin Kexin happy to send a big hug.

"Ouch, I haven't seen you for many years, more than ten years, haven't I? Ouch, you and our Qingyun were so tall when they were playing in the courtyard. Now they are all beautiful girls. No wonder we are old and fast. This time is really fast. "

Song's mother hugged Lin Kexin and couldn't help sighing, but she ignored an important point. If song's father didn't come to remind her, she would be dizzy.

"Stinky boy, when did you get in touch with Kexin? Why didn't you bring it home early?"

Song's father complained in this voice, which made song's mother, who was immersed in the time flies, wake up immediately, look at Lin Kexin, and then at Song Qingyun, his son, and pull down his face. "Stinky boy, I will not care about you today when I see such a deep hidden face, and I will find you later!"

Song Qingyun, who hasn't been looked at by his parents since he came in, is full of grievances. Even if he doesn't pay attention to him, he still blames him now. If he doesn't have the ability, can he bring the good daughter-in-law back to them?

Seeing that brother Qingyun was scolded, Lin Kexin immediately helped him to speak and pulled Mother Song's joking way: "uncle and aunt, it really can't blame brother Qingyun, it's what I told him not to say, we all want to wait until the relationship is stable and then tell home."

My daughter-in-law said so. What else can they say? Naturally, they laughed happily, "well, your feelings are like everything."

"Right, right, don't just stand up, sit down quickly, eat some fruit and drink tea." In fact, father song seldom talks at ordinary times. He is really happy today. Can you say more.

"I'm not an outsider, so don't be busy." Lin Kexin sat down in the sofa with song's mother and her smile was very sweet. She didn't expect that today's meeting would be so happy. All her worries were unnecessary.

Song's mother and Kexin are chatting in the living room. Song Qingyun and song's father, two big masters, voluntarily retreat to the kitchen and start preparing today's lunch.

Song's father is a cook. His cooking skill is not worth mentioning. Since his family's catering industry has grown bigger and bigger, he focuses on management and rarely cooks in person. Even at home, song's mother was busy, or she gave it to the servant.

Today, he was very happy at home. He decided to cook delicious food for himself to taste.

Although song Qingyun didn't follow the idea of home to accept restaurant business, he had a certain level of experience since childhood. He lived outside alone. He had to eat three meals a day in the hospital canteen except when he had to. Most of the time and conditions, he did it himself.

As the old saying goes, you can make your own food and clothing.

Standing on the operating table one day, he still enjoys the process of cooking, quiet is also a process of self dialogue, so that he has more opportunities to calm down and enjoy life.

But it's really the first time that a father chef like today has helped.

The father and son are not in the narrow kitchen. No one speaks. They are doing their own work in silence. They cooperate very well.

"But I'm a good girl. You should treat others well, you know?"