Chapter 130

Xu Bo smiles.

Smile cold little Yu embarrassed, muttering: "men can't cook very strange?"

"Dad, why don't you say it's strange that men eat? I can't do it. I can eat it again. "

"Be serious, Xiao Bo. I'm your father."

Xu Bo made a sound and turned his head to smile.

Cold Shaoyu was even more embarrassed.

"Four young masters."

When the servant saw Leng Shaoyu coming down, he called respectfully.

Leng Shaoyu returned to normal. The servant could not catch his embarrassment. He took a look at the servant and his son.

"Young master Xiaobo."

This time, the servant was very discerning and immediately called Xu Bo.

Xu Bo is not used to being called "master". He says, "Auntie, just call me Xiao Bo."

How dare a servant call his name directly.

Four of them are staring at her.

The fourth young master is very good to this young master Xu Bo now. If no one says it, everyone will think that young master Xu Bo is their own son.

"Is the old lady up?"

Cold little Yu asked coldly.

"The old lady and the old man went out for a walk."

Leng Shaoyu was thinking that the two old men had leisure to go for a walk today.

In fact, the old man dotes on his wife so much that he allows his wife to manage the house and the company. No matter what his wife does, he basically obeys unconditionally.

Leng Shaoyu thought, he and Xu Zi can also walk from the young couple to the white head like grandparents.

Did not ask, cold Shaoyu holding his son toward the direction of the kitchen.

Leng Shaoyu usually doesn't eat at home. Shen Biyu and his wife often eat in other people's rooms. If they don't receive the notice, they won't have breakfast in the kitchen.

Seeing that Leng Shaoyu wants to enter the kitchen, the servant hurriedly runs forward in a bit of panic, "fourth young master, what do you want to eat? I'll help you do it."

"No, you don't have to worry about me."

The servant stood still.

Looking at Leng Shaoyu's father and son entering the kitchen, the servant was still thinking: will the fourth young master make food?

The servant automatically ignored Xu Bo.

Who's Xu Bo? He's a six-year-old.

After entering the kitchen, Leng Shaoyu put Xu Bo down and said with a smile, "Xiao Bo, it's time for you to be filial to your father."

Xu Bo walked around the kitchen, his face was full of surprises, his eyes were bright, and his mouth said, "this kitchen is really big, there are everything, the ingredients are complete, good place, good place."

The house he and his mother rent, the kitchen is very small, because of the financial difficulties, there is nothing good in the small kitchen.

Cold Shaoyu chuckles, "what kind of place is the kitchen?"

"It's a good place for people who can cook and eat. You can have everything you want. It's really not a good place for people who can't cook. "

Cold little Yu language plug.

The boy always makes fun of him. He will be free some day and learn how to cook. Then the father and son will compare their cooking skills.

In this way, Leng Shaoyu thought it was very good.

Xu Bo washed the pot and put some water in it.

Leng Shaoyu looked aside and asked him, "Xiaobo, are you just boiling water to make noodles for Dad?"

"If dad wants to eat instant noodles himself, it's OK."

"Then what are you going to do?"

"I'm hungry. If I don't want to do something complicated, I'll do something simple, which can quickly solve the problem of hunger." He took a look at Leng Shaoyu. "Let's eat water noodles."

Leng Shaoyu makes another sound.

He has been standing by watching his son cook noodles with clear water.

Looking at the kid's skillful action, I know he often makes food. He also said that he took care of his mother when she was in a hurry.

Cold Shaoyu's heart is aching again.

He made the child suffer too much.

If he was stronger earlier, maybe Xu Zi would not hide everything, and his son would not have to suffer so much.

A six-year-old child can do everything and is precocious, which is forced by the environment.

Leng Jinqi is almost as big as Xu Bo. He can't pour his own saliva.

Leng Yuqi is eight years old. She is not favored in front of Shen Biyu. But she is also a lady who is born with clothes to stretch out her hand. When the room is quiet, there are several loyal servants waiting for her.

"Dad, what are you doing? Don't look at me like you want to cry with me."

The ear rang Xu Bo's voice, cold Shaoyu just returned to the spirit.

Xu Bo has cooked the noodles.

He took a big bowl and filled it with a full bowl for Leng Shaoyu. He almost fished out Leng Shaoyu's egg flowersIn the bowl. He used a small bowl of his own. All he saw were green cilantro.

Cold Shaoyu looked at his distribution like this, a heart can't be soft any more.

This child loves to fight with him, but he knows how to be filial to him. He knows to put the egg flowers in his bowl, which is only coriander.

If you have a son like this, what do you want.

See Xu Bo to help him put noodles to the small restaurant connected to the kitchen, Leng Shaoyu hurriedly stops him, said: "very hot, let dad come."

Xu Bo didn't argue with him.

Leng Shaoyu holds up his bowl of noodles, then holds up Xu Bo's bowl, and says to Xu Bo, "wash your hands, let's eat noodles together."

"Good."

Xu Bo washed his hands and followed Leng Shaoyu to the small restaurant.

Father and son sat at the table, Xu Bo looked at Leng Shaoyu with expectant eyes, "Dad, would you like to taste my noodles?"

"Good."

Leng Shaoyu carefully put the noodles into his mouth, and then tried the noodle soup, then he was silent.

Xu Bo asked repeatedly, "how is it? How is it? "

Leng Shaoyu suddenly praised him: "yummy, yummy, better than what your mother made."

Xu Bo breathed a sigh of relief, and then said, "your expression just now is too striking. I thought my noodle cooking was backward.". My mother's cooking is not so good. Since I was five years old, I have been cooking at home. Slowly, my kung fu has surpassed my mother's

Cold young Yu and heartache.

Five years old.

When many people are five years old, they still drill into their mother's arms, while his son has to do laundry, cook and take care of his mother.

"Dad, don't look at me like this again. What's the point? Isn't it good to live on your own? I don't want to be a rice bug. I can only rely on others. I'm very satisfied with myself. Even if you recognize me, I won't do anything. "

Leng Shaoyu touched his head and doted: "Xiaobo, you are very good, very good."

The son's words also make sense.

It's good to be able to live on your own!

Do not be a rice bug, do not rely on others, independent, good!

"Eat noodles quickly. Aren't you going to work? Hurry up and go to work. Don't be late."

Leng Shaoyu smiled, "my father is the boss. I didn't dare to say anything when I was late."

"I see. You're the boss. You're the biggest. Eat noodles."

Yes, noodles.