Chapter 552： Father and son are here for dinner

When she had dinner in the morning, Su Ruoxi glared at her husband before sitting down. After sitting down, she who was sitting next to her husband quietly touched her husband's waist, and then pinched unceremoniously.

Su Ruoxi had a good timing, and it happened when her husband handed over the emerald roasted wheat to his daughter.

Feng Yifan, who was in pain, stubbornly stubbornly dared not speak out, with a smile on his face, he put the siu mai in his daughter's bowl.

"Come on, Ruoruo's favorite jade siu mai, dad used grandma's food today, so today's jade siu mai is greener, taste it."

Put it away for his daughter, Feng Yifan hurriedly reached out and touched his wife's hand around his waist after speaking.

Su Ruoxi stubbornly pinched the meat without letting go, and was touched by her husband. She still looked at her husband with a smile.

Feng Yifan gently stroked his wife's hand, keeping a smile and casting a glance at his wife begging for mercy.

But if Su Ruoxi didn't see it, she turned her head away and talked to her mother-in-law: "Mom, you and Dad are really comfortable here, and it's so quiet at night. I slept well last night."

Lu Cuiling responded with a smile: "It must be quiet at night in the countryside, but the **** crows a bit early in the morning in the village. Did it bother you?"

Su Ruoxi turned to look at her husband and said, "No, the crowing didn't bother me, otherwise how could Ruoruo wake me up?"

While saying this, Su Ruoxi's hand on her husband's waist increased gravity again.

Obviously, she can easily guess that it must be the husband who asked her daughter to call herself up.

Feng Yifan suffered again, especially when his wife was pinching a little bit of flesh. It was a bit too painful. He could only get close to his wife's ear and begged for mercy in a low voice: "My wife, I am wrong, please forgive me."

Hearing her husband begging for mercy, Su Ruoxi finally let go of her hand. Satisfyingly said: "Okay, we have dinner and dinner, we will go to the vegetable garden with our parents."

Feng Ruoruo raised her little hand and cheered: "Okay, let's go to the vegetable garden to play."

Lu Cuiling smiled and said: "Yes, when we are full, we will set off, take Ruoruo, mother and grandfather with him, and then let my father go to buy vegetables and cook for us at home."

Feng Ruoruo immediately exclaimed: "Ah, isn't Dad going?"

Grandma smiled and said, "Daddy is cooking at home, otherwise he will be back at noon and there will be no food to eat."

Feng Ruoruo pursed his small mouth and said, "But, Ruoruo wants to let Dad go with him."

Grandpa thought for a while and said: "Well, let's go together, and then let my father go shopping for vegetables, and then we will continue to play in the vegetable garden for a while and then come back, okay?"

Grandpa's arrangement made the little granddaughter satisfied: "Well, Dad will go with us, and then go shopping and cooking."

Su Ruoxi said to her daughter: "Okay, Dad has agreed to go together, you hurry up and have a good meal."

Feng Ruoruo also obediently began to sit down and eat.

While the family was eating, there was a knock on the door outside.

Feng Yifan got up and walked over to open the door.

Seeing that it was Yue Qingsong's son, Yue Qihao, standing in the doorway panting.

Seeing the boy standing at the door, Feng Yifan was also a little surprised: "You came here alone? Did you tell your grandma and parents?"

Yue Qihao tried his best to calm himself down, and then replied: "Uncle Feng, me, am I not late?"

Feng Yifan was a little bit dumbfounded, and greeted the boy to come in: "No, you come in first, have you eaten yet?"

Yue Qihao followed Feng Yifan into the door, and saw the crowd eating under the persimmon tree in the small courtyard and the various breakfasts on the table. He couldn't help but swallow.

Feng Yifan smiled upon seeing this and said, "Have you not eaten yet? Come and sit down and eat together."

While her husband greeted the boy who ran to sit down, Su Ruoxi had already gone to the kitchen to get new dishes.

Lu Cuiling asked a little strangely: "Haohao, why did you come here alone?"

Yue Qihao replied: "Grandma Lu, I'm afraid it will be late in the morning, so I just ran over first."

Feng Jiandong laughed and said, "You kid, what is it late? It's still early. I'm afraid your dad hasn't got up yet, right?"

Yue Qihao turned to look at Grandpa Feng and said, "Yes, Grandpa Feng, my dad hasn't gotten up yet."

Su Ruoxi took out the bowls and chopsticks and put them in front of the boy and said: "Okay, let's eat first, you are so tired when you run over, Ruoruo hurry up, thank you brother for coming early in the morning."

Feng Ruoruo put down the spoon in his hand and said, "Thank you, Brother Haohao."

Yue Qihao waved his hand: "No, you're welcome."

Then, Yue Qihao picked up the chopsticks and looked at the various colors on the table earlier, he was a little bit at a loss instead.

Because whether it was steamed buns or siu mai on the table, they looked like he hadn't seen them before, and each one looked very beautiful.

Seeing Yue Qihao sitting down, staring at the nice pastry on the table, he didn't make a move for a long time.

Su Ruoxi smiled and said to her daughter: "Ruoruo, do you want to recommend to Brother Haohao?"

When Feng Ruoruo heard what her mother said, she immediately began to introduce her to her brother: "Brother Haohao, look at this is my father's siu mai. The green and green one is called jade siu mai. This is a bun made by my father. You can eat it. You can also eat steamed buns for siu-mai."

After listening to Feng Ruoruo's introduction, Yue Qihao was still taken aback, and then raised the chopsticks in his hand. He first picked up a siu mai.

Feng Ruoruo said when he saw it, "Brother Haohao, that siu-mai is delicious, Ruoruo likes it too, please try it quickly. Dad used grandma's food and made it even more delicious."

Yue Qihao listened for a long time, then he picked up the emerald simmered wheat and put it to his mouth, taking a bite.

After taking this bite, when Yue Qihao chewed slowly in his mouth, he found that the siu mai was sweet.

But the sweetness is not so greasy, but it makes Yue Qihao feel delicious.

After eating what was in his mouth, Yue Qihao didn't hesitate, and continued to open his mouth to eat, completely consuming a siumai with two mouthfuls.

After eating, Yue Qihao licked his lips and said, "This shaomai is really delicious."

Feng Ruoruo grinned and said, "Of course, my father's cooking must be delicious. Brother Haohao, please try my father's buns again."

Then, Yue Qihao tried to pick up a bun with his chopsticks.

But the bun is relatively large, and Yue Qihao can't use chopsticks to pick it up.

Upon seeing this, Feng Jiandong said: "Eating with your hands, eating at home, don't be so gentle."

With Feng Jiandong's words, Yue Qihao was also welcome, and directly reached for it.

But the moment he stretched out his hand, he was stopped by Lu Cuiling.

"Wait a minute, Xiaohao, how come your hands are so dirty? Are you not afraid of getting sick while holding something? Hurry up and wash your hands."

Yue Qihao looked at his hand, and quickly put it back, a little embarrassed.

"Me, when I ran over, I touched the wall outside."

It turned out that Yue Qihao ran on the road in the morning, because he ran too fast, so every time he turned, he would reach out and press the corner wall, with a little cushioning power.

So when I ran all the way, my hands were dusty.

The boy was still very obedient and went to wash his hands carefully.

When he came back again, he reached out and grabbed a big bun.

The steamed bun is not hot anymore, Yue Qihao first smelled it, and felt that there was no special smell, then opened his mouth and took a bite.

After taking this bite, Yue Qihao instantly felt the difference in this bun.

The bun skin is very soft, making Yue Qihao feel as soft as eating marshmallows.

Moreover, the skin of the buns was very thin, and the fillings were already bitten in one bite. There was still soup in the fillings, and Yue Qihao's mouth was covered with it.

After sucking a few mouthfuls, he sucked the soup into his mouth, and wiped his mouth with buns.

Then Yue Qihao began to chew the bun in his mouth.

Very strong meaty aroma, but also some vegetable flavor.

Yue Qihao usually doesn't like to eat vegetables. Every time he wants to eat steamed buns at home, he clamors for meat buns, and he almost doesn't eat vegetable buns.

But today, there is not only meat but also vegetables in this big bun.

If it was made at home, Yue Qihao would definitely not like it. He just likes to eat buns with pure meat.

But now that the bite of the steamed bun was bitten down, he suddenly felt that the steamed bun was also delicious.

There weren't many pauses again, and I took about five or six mouthfuls, and ate the big buns on my hands.

After eating the steamed buns, Yue Qihao also unceremoniously reached out for the second one again.

Feng Ruoruo was surprised when he saw it and said, "Ah, can Brother Haohao eat so much? It's enough if you hold half a bun every time."

Su Jinrong smiled and said, "Because Ruoruo is young and if he is a girl, you eat less, but your brother Haohao is an older child and a boy, so he will eat more. Your brother Haohao eats, you must have enough in the morning."

Yue Qihao also grabbed it, and continued to slurp the bun on his hand.

At this moment, the boy really felt that this steamed bun was really delicious.

Whether it was the buns made by my grandmother and mother, or the buns sold in the village bun shops, they were not as delicious as the buns he had eaten today.

After Yue Qihao ate the buns, Su Ruoxi served him a bowl of small wontons.

Feng Ruoruo immediately introduced: "Brother Haohao, this is my father's wonton, and it's also delicious. You can try it quickly."

Feng Yifan smiled and said, "I didn't prepare a good chicken soup this morning. The wonton soup is not very good today. You will just take it."

Feng Ruoruo immediately gave his father a platform: "Dad, Ruoruo thinks it is delicious."

Su Ruoxi smiled and said, "In the eyes of your dad's little girl, what is your dad not good for?"

Feng Ruoruo smiled and nodded: "Whatever Dad does is delicious."

Yue Qihao looked at the small wontons in the bowl. This was the first time he had seen such thin-skinned small wontons. There were also various ingredients in the soup in the bowl, which looked very rich and delicious.

When the boy was about to start eating, a voice rang behind him: "What else did I say, why did your kid disappear early in the morning? It turned out that you ran to your Grandpa Feng and Grandma Lu to have a meal, right? Eat your Uncle Feng’s breakfast, what about grandma and mother’s cooking?"

Hearing the sound, Yue Qihao turned around and saw his father standing at the door.

The boy was a little embarrassed when he saw his father coming in, his head hung down and he didn't even dare to eat wontons.

Feng Ruoruo greeted the uncle Yue who walked in: "Hello, Uncle Yue, don’t say uncle Yue, brother, he ran over so early in the morning to take Ruoruo to the vegetable garden. Breakfast made by grandma and aunt, Uncle Yue You can eat it."

Feng Yifan listened to her daughter's words and smiled and said to Yue Qingsong entering the door with a smile: "Look, my daughter said so well, it's not bad for your son to come to our house for breakfast. You just eat the food you cook at home, so why bother your child. It's."

Upon hearing this, Yue Qingsong pretended to be unwilling to say: "Hey, Feng Yifan, what do you mean? It means that my mother and my wife's cooking is not as good as yours?"

Feng Yifan could naturally see that his friend was pretending to be angry, and immediately smiled and said: "Look, Haohao eats so happily, you know that of course I made it delicious. I can't blame the aunt and younger siblings, not to mention you. Masters don’t know how to cook at all."

Such words made Yue Qingsong speechless.

After a long pause, Yue Qingsong could only smile bitterly and said, "Yes, I'm definitely not as good as you as a chef. I didn't say not to let my son come over for breakfast. I just thought he was going out in the morning and he wanted to tell us somehow. , My mother and I haven't gotten up, can you tell grandma."

Yue Qihao finally understood why his father was upset when he came over.

The boy also quickly stood up, turned around and said to his father: "Dad, I'm sorry."

Yue Qingsong touched his son's head and said, "Okay, you kid sit down and eat. You can think of running to take your sister to the vegetable garden. You believe it. This is worthy of praise, but remember next time. When you run out, you must talk to your grandma."

Yue Qihao agreed: "I know Dad."

When Feng Yifan watched Yue Qingsong stand and watch, he invited: "Would you like to sit down and eat more?"

Yue Qingsong obviously waited for these words, and quickly agreed: "Okay, then I'm not welcome."

Hearing this, everyone burst into laughter. Feng Jiandong said, “Sit down and eat, Ruoxi, you can also serve Qingsong with a bowl of wontons.”

Su Ruoxi stood up and went to the kitchen to fetch new dishes and chopsticks, and served Yue Qingsong a bowl of wontons.

Although Yue Qingsong had eaten at home, he was still a little surprised to see this bowl of small wontons.

"Well, this little wonton, isn't it the kind that grandma used to make for us when she was alive? Grandma said it was called crepe little wonton."

When I saw the hair, I still remember Feng Yifan said: "Yes, it's the crepe ravioli that grandma used to make."

Having said this, Feng Yifan and Yue Qingsong looked at each other. These two friends who are now fathers, once again began to miss Feng Yifan's grandmother.

Now think about it, maybe Feng Yifan can become a top chef, and he will also have the influence of his grandmother.

Because Feng Yifan's grandmother was indeed a good cook.

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