Chapter 33

Saturday, 1 noon.

"Click"

the door handle then turned a few times, the door was slowly opened, and a middle-aged man came in slowly, but just as his front foot entered the door, his face was puzzled.

Now he would like to know what the fluffy thing was on his son's head.

"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 Pa takes a look at ye Ziheng, and then looks at the soft object lying on his head.

"Hey, Ziheng, how do I think your cat is familiar? Was it the cat you brought back last time to help us catch mice?"

Ye Ziheng nodded, but did not dare to use too much force, for fear of dropping the little sunflower on his head.

"This kitten is not bad. I can help catch the mouse when I accidentally enter the house."

Ye Pa said as he walked into the kitchen and took out a bottle of milk.

"Where's my mother, dad?"

Ye Dad took a sip of milk and shook his head.

"I think there is something wrong with the company. Anyway, he told me not to pick him up."

Speaking of this, ye Pa seems to think of something again, and hurried to ye Ziheng's side.

"Ziheng, or dad will show you two hands today."

When ye Ziheng heard this, his whole face suddenly turned black.

Eat the rice he made, or forget it, ye Ziheng feels that he is still young, not so conceited.

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

The poor children don't know ye's cooking skills yet. They are waiting for Ye's cooking to come out.

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

Even father ye, after eating his own cooking, had to ask the company for three days' leave and stayed at home for three days.

Since then, ye Ziheng has never dared to eat anything Ye dad made.

"Well, there are several barrels at home for convenience..."

"Instant noodles, it's not healthy. If you want noodles, cook them for you."

Ye said, with a smile on his face.

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

Ye Ziheng said again, anyway, he would never eat what his father made. He had already had a psychological shadow over his father's food.

"If you're not hungry, you have to eat more. Are you growing up now? Can you grow up by eating more?"

As he spoke, ye Pa smiled at ye Ziheng.

Ye Ziheng saw this. He felt that his back bone was cold for a while. He quickly backed away for several steps. He stepped back to the door and grasped the 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, "Ziliu" ran out at once.

When ye Pa saw this, he couldn't help shaking his head.

"Don't you just let him have a meal, or send him to the guillotine? As for that, forget it, make it for yourself."

With that, ye Pa walked into the kitchen alone, with a faint smile on his face.

"Today, chef Ye is cooking for himself."

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

………

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