Chapter 33 Ye Cheng

Saturday, 1pm.

"click"

The door handle was turned a few times, the door was slowly opened, and a middle-aged man walked in slowly, but as soon as his front foot entered the door, a puzzled expression appeared on his face.

He wondered now what this fluffy blob on his son's head was.

"Dad, you're back."

Ye Ziheng, who was sitting on the sofa watching TV, turned to look at the middle-aged man.

The middle-aged man is Ye Cheng's father, Ye Cheng.

Dad Ye glanced at Ye Ziheng, and then looked at the soft object lying on top of his head.

"Hey Ziheng, how do I look at your cat? Is it the cat you brought back to help our house catch mice last time?"

Ye Ziheng nodded, but he didn't dare to use too much force, for fear of knocking Xiaokui off the top of his head.

"This kitten is not bad. In the future, if a mouse accidentally enters the house, I can help you catch it."

As Father Ye spoke, he walked into the kitchen and took out a bottle of milk.

"Dad, where is my mother?"

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

"It should be something at the company, anyway, he told me not to pick him up."

Saying this, Dad Ye seemed to have remembered something again, and hurriedly walked to Ye Yeheng's side.

"Ziheng, why don't Dad show you his hands today."

As soon as Ye Ziheng heard this, his entire face turned black.

It's better to eat the food he cooks. Ye Ziheng feels that he is still young, and he is not so obsessed with it.

He especially remembered that when he was still in elementary school, in order to celebrate his birthday, his father decided to cook a pot of "good dishes" for Ye Heng and his classmates.

The poor children still don't know Father Ye's cooking skills, and they are waiting eagerly for Father Ye to serve the food.

As a result, all the children who attended Ye Ziheng's birthday party collectively stretched their stomachs for a week.

Even Dad Ye, after eating the food he made, had to ask the company for three days' leave and stay at home for three days.

Since then, Ye Ziheng has not dared to eat anything made by Ye Dad.

"Well, I still have a few buckets at home for convenience..."

"Instant noodles, that thing is not healthy. If you want to eat noodles, cook it for you."

Father Ye said with a smile on his face.

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

Ye Ziheng said again, in any case, he will never eat the food made by his father again, and he has already had a psychological shadow on the food made by his father.

"You have to eat a little if you are not hungry. You are growing up now. Can you grow taller by eating more?"

As Ye Dad said, he showed a weird smile at Ye Ziheng.

Seeing this, Ye Ziheng only felt a chill on the back of his spine, he quickly stepped back several steps, backed to the door, and then grabbed the door handle.

"Dad, I suddenly remembered that my classmate has something to do with me today, so I'll go first."

After speaking, Ye Ziheng immediately twisted the door handle and ran out in a hurry.

Ye Dad couldn't help shaking his head when he saw this scene.

"This stinky boy, isn't it just to let him have a meal, and not to send him to the guillotine. As for it, forget it, make it for yourself."

With that said, Dad Ye walked into the kitchen alone, with a faint smile on his face.

"Today, I, Chef Ye, will cook a dish for myself."

With that said, he picked up a handful of onions beside him and put them directly into the pot.

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"Uh, I seem to have forgotten to turn on the induction cooker."

(To be continued)