Song Jinze only took about a quarter of an hour from entering the room to exiting.
But the barrage in the live broadcast room has never stopped. You must know that in the live broadcast room of the four groups of families, only Xu Wanjia's and Ye Zhenzhen's are the most popular.
【Ahhh! Why did Mr. Song come out so soon? 】
【Mr. Song, can you do it? Didn't you say sleep? It came out so soon, what kind of plane are you doing? 】
【Sister Zhenzhen is too, such a superb man can let him out after entering the room, hey! 】
【By the way, what are you regretting? What our president originally said was to let Ye Zhenzhen go in and rest】
Secretary Zhang was taken aback when he saw the president coming out of the room, so he misunderstood the president?
…
In the evening, the villages in the countryside are full of smoke, and the smoke is everywhere.
Xu Wanjia and Director Yang are busy taking over the homeowner's tofu-making work, and have just sent away the last tofu-making villager.
There are many villages around, but the tofu shop where Xu Wanjia lives is the only one that makes tofu. In addition, the TV series that Xu Wanjia participated in before are well-known, so most of the people who come to make tofu in the afternoon are fans of her drama.
When Director Yang came home in the afternoon, he saw Xu Wanjia helping the villagers make tofu, so he started cleaning the kitchen. The owner of this house is almost sixty years old, and he is usually busy with business, so he probably doesn't have time to clean up.
The clay stove in the kitchen seemed to be covered with cytoplasm, and Director Yang washed out a large bucket of black water.
The bucket of soaking water he was carrying had been used for too long, and it was aging. Before the black dirty water was poured out, the bucket broke, and Director Yang's shoes and hands were all over the place.
Yang Yike, who was playing with Song Yuchen in the yard, saw it and exclaimed, "Oh, Dad, your hands and feet are black, and you have turned into a big monster! Hahaha!"
While talking, the little guy came up to his father, looked carefully, and then pinched his nose and said, "Hey~ it stinks, Dad, you are a big stinky monster!"
Xu Wanjia came out of the house and couldn't help laughing when she saw Director Yang's slightly embarrassed look, "How did this happen?"
"This bucket is not durable, it is broken!" Director Yang expressed his helplessness.
Xu Wanjia smiled, "Then wash it quickly, it's greasy and smelly."
Turning her head, Xu Wanjia asked Song Yuchen again, "Xiaochen, Auntie is going to make dinner now, can you have dinner with your sister at Auntie's house tonight?"
Director Yang said while washing by the water basin by the well, "Xiaochen, I'll eat at uncle's house. Uncle stews pork ribs and lotus root soup at night, and drinks soup here with my sister."
But Song Yuchen still remembered to go back and try the instant noodles his mother bought for him, so he immediately shook his head, "Thank you uncle and aunt, I'd better go home and eat."
At this time, Dad should start cooking dinner too.
After hearing Xiao Chen's refusal, Yang Yike started to smile at Director Yang, "Dad, do you want my brother to eat stinky lotus root soup at our house at night?"
The little guy’s voice is milky, and his laughter like silver bells is very contagious.
【Hahaha, Xiao Yiyi's little milk voice is so cute and cute】
【Director Yang: Another day of being ruthlessly ridiculed by my precious daughter! 】
Xu Wanjia frowned, and asked with a smile, "Yiyi, why is it stinky lotus root soup? The lotus root soup made by Dad is delicious!"
Director Yang may not be very good at other things, but he is still very good at making soup.
"Look, Dad's hands are covered with black and stinky water, which can't be washed off even if he washes them. Wouldn't he become stinky after cooking soup?"
Director Yang's smile became very helpless!
Song Yuchen's black eyes lightly swept over Director Yang's unwashed hands and his dark feet. At this moment, he smelled the sour smell carried by the wind...
The little guy didn't say anything, and smiled politely at Xu Wanjia and Director Yang, "Uncle and aunt, see you tomorrow."
Before leaving, he asked Yang Yike, "Sister Yiyi, I'm going home to eat noodles, do you want to come with me?"
【Ahhh! Xiaochen, Xiaochen, are you afraid that your sister Yiyi will drink the stinky lotus root soup, so you invite her to your house for instant noodles? Hahaha! 】
【Doesn't anyone think these two little guys are a good match? 】
【There is a little bit, there is a little CP inside! 】
Yang Yike shook his head after thinking for a while, "Thank you brother, I still won't go, I want to help my mother cook dinner later!"
Dad's hands are smelly and black, absolutely don't let him do it!
Song Yuchen nodded, "Alright then, I'll go back and help my dad."
"Well, brother, be careful on the road."
Xu Wanjia was a little worried, "Xiaochen, wait, Auntie will take you back."
"No need, Auntie, I know the way, so go ahead, I'm leaving!"
Yang Yike's house is not far from their house. Go straight out of the yard and turn right for a while. Song Yuchen is very clear about the route.
…
Song Yuchen didn't realize until he got home that he wanted to ride a bull today, but he forgot about it just now when he was playing with sister Yiyi.
The little guy walked into the kitchen and saw his father unpacking instant noodles.
"Dad~ have you gone to lead the cow to drink water?"
Song Jinze didn't turn his head back, but Wen Sheng returned, "Not yet, go after dinner."
yeah! yeah!
The little guy's ecstatic heart suddenly stopped when he saw Song Jinze's knuckle-boned hands take out the dough from the bucket of instant noodles.
Because he thought of her father's dark and greasy hands when he was at Sister Yiyi's house just now. Sister Yiyi said that the cooked food might be smelly.
And his father, it seems that he shoveled the smelly cow dung in the afternoon...
He hurried to his father and looked up at him, "Dad, can I help you?"
He just wanted to help Dad, he had no other intentions, absolutely nothing.
"No, stand beside you, don't make trouble."
"dad!"
"do what?"
Song Jinze frowned slightly, he was thinking about how to cook this noodle.
He remembered that when buying noodles in the afternoon, Zhen Zhen said that they didn’t need to cook all the instant noodles at night, so they bought some dried noodles in the supermarket. What is the ratio of the instant noodles to the dried noodles?
"Where's Mom?"
"During the lunch break, I made you make trouble, didn't you take a nap this afternoon?"
Song Yuchen smiled, and nodded embarrassingly, "Well, because I miss my father!"
"dad!"
The little guy stretched his little neck to the back of Song Jinze's hand and sniffed it carefully, it didn't seem to have any stinky smell!
Not at all!
The cow cakes in the cowshed smell very smelly, but my father's hands still smell a little sweet.
Song Jinze raised his hand and pushed his son away, "Song Yuchen, are you hungry?"
Song Yuchen shook his head, "No!"
"No? Then you smell my hand?"
He hadn't looked at this little guy just now, and after being called daddy so frequently, he still made such a move, which made him wonder if this guy was so hungry that he wanted to eat his hand!