The child squeezed, trying to say it but embarrassed to say it. It was really cute. Xia Sheng touched his head and asked patiently: "Does the baby want to eat stuffed rice?"

Xia Sheng watched the child blush, and said awkwardly: "Yes, but Dad said he won't make glutinous rice for dinner."

Xia Sheng squatted down and said slowly and leisurely, "But why did your father tell me that it's because you think the sauce is not delicious, so he doesn't make glutinous rice."

"Does it have to be that sauce for making baofan?" Mr. Kang said that he was a child.

"Yes, that is the sauce made by your grandma herself, specially used to make rice."

"Okay, then." Mr. Kang learned the tone of the children during the day, as if he had compromised a particularly big thing, and said: "Okay, just listen to you."

The more Qin outside listened to, the more he felt that his son was really discriminating.

As soon as he arrived in front of his mother, he was a soft-spoken little cutie. Is this still the little guy in front of him?

Inside, Xia Sheng was still talking: "Is the pork belly made by Dad delicious?"

President Kang lowered his head: "It's delicious."

"That dad worked so hard to cook us delicious dishes, what should we say?"

"You will be paid at the end of the month." Capitalist General Kang said.

Xia Sheng was stunned for a moment, and couldn't help laughing: "Dad doesn't need you to pay wages, and Dad needs you to respect the fruits of his labor."

President Kang looked at Xia Sheng, don't you think that salary is the most beautiful language?

"It's hard work to tell Dad, you know?"

"I see, Dad has worked hard."

"Why is the baby so smart?" Xia Sheng took his son out to find Yue Qin.

Yue Qin was confused, did his wife make up the lesson behind her back? The name of the subject is "Kangkang's User Manual for Children Who Turn into Geniuses"?

Mr. Kang was very awkward. He had never said anything like this to anyone. He was led to a big man, expedient, expedient, and when he returned to his body, as long as he didn’t say it, no one would know what happened. Such a thing.

The living room is not big, it is covered with white foam carpet, and the top is warm light, filling the whole living room.

Mr. Kang saw the big guy standing on the other side, pretending to say: "Baby doesn't like to make rice-filled sauce, so we can't eat rice-filled tonight."

The contrived performance and the silly tone of the performance are simply incredible.

Mr. Kang said that when he performed, he was definitely more real than him.

Xia Sheng stood at the entrance of the study, watching the child turning around, as if he didn't want to move.

Xia Sheng nodded and encouraged him: "Go ahead and tell Dad well."

At this time, the child stepped on his short legs, walked in front of his father, lowered his head, and took back his previous words: "I lied to you, it is actually delicious."

I don't know why, but when I said this sentence, I didn't feel so uncomfortable, but rather relaxed.

Mr. Kang had never tried to bow his head before. This was the first time he bowed his head.

"Really?"

"real."

The big dad picked up the child all at once: "Come on, dad teaches you how to make glutinous rice!"

Mr. Kang looked back and wanted to say that he shouldn't learn it. However, his cheap mother had already returned to the study.

Mr. Kang doesn't know much about the so-called stuffed rice, he is an out-and-out southerner, and stuffed rice is the way of eating in the northeast.

Yue Qin was an out-and-out Northeast Han.

At this time, the big man put on the black apron and brought down the steamed potatoes. The man was very serious in every step, and his movements were not rushed or slow, as if everything was in his chest.

Afterwards, Mr. Kang realized with hindsight that this man seemed to have never panicked before, and had always remained calm and composed.

Mr. Kang remembered that in the past few days, he went shopping with men every day, and men still remembered to buy the freshest vegetables every day.

This is not the same as the poor life he once imagined.

Yue Qin peeled the steamed potatoes, put them in a big bowl, took a big spoon from the side, and handed it to his son: "Baby, Dad needs you to mash the potatoes."

Mr. Kang had already stuffed a big spoon in his hand, and the big bowl of potatoes was placed in front of him.

What else can he say?

Mr. Kang could only sit on a small bench and began to grind the potatoes into mashed potatoes.

Yue Qin crushed the pork belly with the back of a knife, and the fried peanuts next to him gave off a strong aroma.

President Kang swallowed, why didn't he find so many delicious foods before?

Yue Qin saw him swallowing. It was strangely cute. He put on disposable gloves, took a bowl, and scooped two spoons out of the mashed potatoes that his son was grinding.

Then I added two spoons of rice, fried peanuts, mayonnaise, and pork belly. After stirring them evenly, I took three blanched cabbage leaves.

Wrap the evenly mixed bibimbap with cabbage leaves.

Mr. Kang was working as a child laborer honestly, crushing the mashed potatoes finely, and as a result, an emerald green cabbage rice appeared in front of him.

"Get one for your mother."

"Take it yourself."

"Take this to my mother. When you come back, you can eat the rest of the stuffed rice."

President Kang passed the small bowl and ran towards the study room.

After a while, Mr. Kang ran out and said, "She said it was delicious, let me tell you that she loves you."

You are separated by two doors in total, and there is still another to send a message. Isn't it true that you are calling someone on purpose?

The big guy laughed so sweet that the whole kitchen was full of sweetness. Mr. Kang was able to get goosebumps due to the sourness of this love, and he didn't forget to ask for his own reward: "My meal!"

Yue Qin handed his son’s glutinous rice to his son. He also took one. The two took a bite. The fragrance of cabbage, the meaty aroma of pork belly, the aroma of secret sauce, and the taste of mashed potatoes are delicious. I want to ask my previous chef, why didn't he make such delicious food before?

After Yue Qin finished eating, he looked at him when he saw his son. There was no contempt in his big eyes.

"It's delicious, isn't it?" Yue Qinle said.

The child nodded obediently, like a tamed little milk dog, with the words still wanting to eat in his eyes.

"If it tastes good, hurry up and mash the mashed potatoes." Yue Qin patted his son's head, and there is no time to cultivate the relationship between father and son.

President Kang immediately sat back on the small bench, picked up the spoon, and began to mash the mashed potatoes.

The kitchen was suddenly filled with the atmosphere of hitting workers, and it was almost time to sing labor songs.

The big capitalist grinds two bowls of mashed potatoes before realizing that he is a coolie?

It's all right. When he returns to his body in the future, as long as he doesn't say anything, who can know these things?

In fact, Yue Qin was also watching his son secretly. When his son smashed two bowls of mashed potatoes, he showed him some pride. Yue Qin couldn’t help boasting sincerely: “The baby is so awesome. Mashed potatoes are much better."

The child braced his chest proudly. Of course, he used millions of minutes of work to grind him mashed potatoes!

The author has something to say: In fact, it is good for children to do a little housework within their power.

President Kang: Well, I have also been a worker since then!