Chapter 224 I Don’t Want to Let the Little Guy Cry

He didn't explain, "When your mother gnaws it, there's a lot more meat than you."

"No, no!" Xiaobao sniffed, his eyes were a little red, and he looked like he was about to cry, "My flesh is relatively hard and resistant to chewing."

Yan Shiting felt inexplicably distressed when he saw the little guy about to cry. He picked up his little body and stretched out a hand to pinch his little face, "Your meat is so tender, how can it withstand chewing? Just kidding, I don’t eat people.”

The little guy was suspicious, "Really?"

He bent his elbow sideways and held the little guy's buttocks, letting the little guy sit in his arms, "Of course."

"But you look like you can eat people." The tender voice accused.

Yan Shiting really didn't dare to tease him anymore. He seemed a little afraid that the little guy would cry. He tried to soften his facial lines with a serious and cold face, "I'm always like this."

Xiaobao wiped the face he pinched, "You're not my dad, don't pinch me."

His face darkened, "My stepfather is also my father."

"Hmph." Xiaobao said solemnly, "My dad is irreplaceable in my heart! Once again, you are not even qualified to be my mother's boyfriend, let alone stepfather, I will break up you two."

Yan Shiting's face turned green immediately after he softened, and he wanted to throw this bastard out, "How dare you!"

"Let's see if I dare." Xiaobao also didn't like being tough, so he climbed down his hard body and slid to the ground. Only when he stood firm did he realize that Uncle Yan's body was really strong and strong, so tall, like It's like a mountain, completely different from my mother's soft embrace.

"Okay. Mr. Yan, your boyfriend standard is still zero. Don't think about reaching the sky in one fell swoop. Let's eat first!" She, Cheng Yingxuan, was not interested in a man who was going on a blind date tomorrow.

Yan Shiting walked into the kitchen with a dark face, filled up another plate of vegetables and rice, and brought it out.

The food on the table consisted of a dish of fried vegetables, a large plate of fried steak, and a portion of braised pork ribs.

Judging from the appearance of the dish, the aroma is overflowing. It is indeed full of color and aroma, but I don’t know how it tastes?

Cheng Yingxuan looked at the three dishes, turned around and glanced into the kitchen, and found that there was no one else there. She turned back and glanced at Yan Shiting in disbelief, "You really cooked this dish, and no one cooked for you?"

With a cold face, he nodded slightly indifferently, "You damn woman, do you really not believe in my cooking skills?"

"I can't blame my mother." Cheng Xiaobao hummed, "As a warning, Uncle Yan, you can't even tell the difference between sugar and salt, but you can cook in an instant, which is a bit suspicious."

"This is the benefit of high IQ." Yan Shiting's cold face showed a bit of pride. In fact, he has no talent for cooking. For these three dishes, he didn't stay in the company for a full hour today. He went back to the Yan family villa to let the chef teach him how to cook.

From the time I identified the seasonings, I repeatedly wasted a lot of ingredients before making these three dishes, and the taste was average.

He couldn't let the mother and son know that he actually spent a whole day learning just three dishes.

I just didn't expect that I forgot to ask the cook to teach me how to cook, so tonight's rice was cooked by Cheng Yingxuan. Because of this, she had laughed at her in the kitchen before.

Cheng Yingxuan sat at the dining table, picked up her chopsticks and picked up a piece of braised pork ribs to compensate.

"How does it taste?" Yan Shiting asked when he was cooking the pot. Although he thought it was good enough to eat, he just didn't know if she would like it.