349 My Baba Is Delicious (1/4)

Chapter 349 My Baba is delicious (14)

After school in the afternoon, Xixi was picked up by her father in a car. No, it was her aunt's house.

"Baba, why don't we go home?" Xixi was carried upstairs by her father. The winding corridor was a little dark. Fortunately, the little girl was in her father's arms. Although she was a little scared, she still looked around carefully. , and then whispered in Dad's ear.

"Dad, I have something to do tonight!" Yang Yi told her daughter a little lie, because if he told her that he was going to play, the little guy would definitely not want to stay at home by himself, so he had to go together.

"So, you are with the little aunt. The little aunt has already prepared the meal, and then she will take you to take a bath, and then Dad will come back later, and he will take you home to sleep when he comes back, okay?"

"Baba won't accompany Xixi?" Xixi timidly looked at the surrounding environment, she felt that it was different from the last time she came, and it seemed a little scary.

Of course it’s different. The last time we moved was during the day. Although it’s only evening now, in winter, it gets dark quickly, the lights in the corridor are dim and dim, and the front always looks dark, as if some monster is hiding.

"I'll accompany you, but Dad didn't tell you that Dad would do something and then come back to pick you up at night." Yang Yi smiled and kissed her daughter's cheek, "Okay?"

"Well, that's fine... But, Baba, you have to come back early. I'm afraid." Xixi put her head on her father's chest. Although she felt a little grievance in her heart, she was still very good.

When they arrived at Yang Huan's place, the room was bright and bright, and Xixi was more familiar with the furnishings here, and when she saw the little aunt who was cooking in an apron, the little girl relaxed a little.

"Xixi wait a minute! My aunt will prepare the meal soon!" Yang Huan stretched out his fist and touched Xixi very manly.

Xixi always thought this way of saying hello was fun, and after touching her little fist, a bright smile appeared on her little face.

Yang Yi only felt relieved when he saw his daughter smiling. He stood in the living room and said to Yang Huan in the open kitchen, "Then Xixi will be taken care of by you. Have you seen everything you've done? Are you still complete with milk powder, clothes, etc.?"

"It's just taking care of the children, it's easy! You don't need to tell me, I can do it!" Yang Huan said with a smile.

"Really?" Yang Yi doubted Yang Huan's chicness.

"Leave it to me, you can rest assured! Hurry up, everyone is waiting for you!" Yang Huan waved his hand and rushed out.

Yang Yi finally reminded Xixi and left. He took everyone to celebrate at the Xinying International Hotel, but he only ate a few bites of the buffet, then went to pick up his daughter, leaving the large army to continue to sweep there.

Yang Yi now estimates that they have also begun to shift their positions. Those who went to the bar followed Guo Ziyi and Ding Xiang, but Qin Wen, Du Yuanlei, and a girl who did not go to the field, they went shopping together.

Therefore, Yang Yi has to set off quickly and meet them at the bar.

After Dad left, Xixi sat on the sofa, a little cautious, but she still turned her head around, picking out some fresh things to see.

"Hey, Xixi, come on, it's time to eat!" Yang Huan came out with the washed dishes and saw Xixi sitting on the sofa, and called out with a smile.

"Yeah! Good!" Xixi quickly got off the sofa and ran two steps for a short distance.

"You wear so many clothes to eat? Hurry up and change!" Yang Huan did these things very quickly, she helped Xixi take off her scarf and took off her thick down jacket, "After dinner, Dress up again! Little aunt has no heating here, it's not like your father's house, so dress warmer, that's right."

Xixi pulled the sweater that was rolled up and made it a little uncomfortable, and asked curiously, "Little aunt, why don't you have a heater? I have it!"

"Well, because I haven't installed it yet, and I don't plan to do it, I'm with you, Sister Ding Xiang, don't be afraid of the cold." Yang Huan bent down and pinched Xixi's little nose, and said with a smile.

"Where's Sister Ding Xiang?" Xixi was picked up by Yang Huan and sat on her high chair. Obviously, this was also moved by Yang Yi in advance.

"Your sister Ding Xiang, uh, she has something to do tonight, she went to class." Yang Huan lied without blinking.

"Class? Evening? That sister Ding Xiang is so pitiful!" Xixi frowned, feeling sorry for what happened to sister Ding Xiang.

"Hehe, don't mention her, come, Xixi, try it, is this Fushou fish made by my little aunt delicious?" Yang Huan smiled and gave Xixi a piece of fish.

Fushou fish is actually tilapia. Yang Huan used the braised method, and it still smelled very fragrant.

However, Xixi didn't move her chopsticks. She pouted her mouth and said, "Little aunt, you didn't even pick fishbone! I'm afraid of fishbone, and my father will pick them for me."

"This piece of fish has no bones, little aunt promises you!" Yang Huan gave Xixi the fish that was about two inches below the fish's head. The fish there is the strongest and most delicious, and there must be no bones.

Xixi dubs up the meat and rice with a small spoon suspiciously, chomping her little mouth and eating it.

"Is it delicious?" Yang Huan asked expectantly.

"Delicious!" Xixi nodded and said loudly.

"Hee hee, that's necessary. Your little aunt and I used to cook at home. So I also learned a good cooking skill!" Yang Huan said with a smile, "Compared to your father's cooking, which one is better? good to eat?"

The Yang family is a very traditional family. The so-called tradition, to put it bluntly, is chauvinism! All the housework is handed over to the women, while the men farm and work hard, and when they come back, they wait to eat and drink.

These ideas may seem feudal, but after all, it is a relatively poor rural area, and it is not uncommon for the older generation to have such ideas.

So, let alone Yang Yi in the past, Dad Yang can't cook, neither can Yang Qing. Although Yang Huan is spoiled by her two older brothers, Yang's mother still tells her to do housework, for fear that she will be too skinny in the future. I can't do housework, and I can't get married.

Of course, the current Yang Yi is the same as a different person. At first, Yang Huan wondered why Yang Yi knew how to cook, but then she saw that Murphy didn't know how to do kitchen work, so she presumptively guessed that it was Yang Yi. Cooking for Murphy.

However, when Yang Huan asked this question, she was simply asking for humiliation. How could she and Yang Yi's level be on a par? What's more, what she asked was Yang Yi's loyal little girl Xixi!

"My Baba is delicious!" Xixi said immediately and with certainty.

Xixi didn't notice her language problem, and Yang Huan didn't care either. She deliberately imitated Xixi and said, "I don't believe it!"

"That's right!" Xixi said anxiously, honestly, "Why don't you wait for my Baba to come back and let him cook it for you! How delicious my Baba will be, you have eaten it too!"

"Okay, okay, I won't tease you anymore. Your father's cooking is indeed better than your little aunt's. However, today I still have to try my little aunt's craftsmanship and change the taste, right?" laughed.

After a while, Yang Huan was not so anxious to take Xixi to take a bath, so she accompanied the little girl to play in the living room. But what to play?

"Xixi, what do you want to play?" Yang Huan asked directly.

Xixi was sitting on the sofa with her feet tucked under her butt.

"I want to watch TV, I want to watch Rem!" she said, pointing to the wall-mounted TV. This is left by the previous landlord, and it is also the TV that A Guang and Xu Shishi watched together after moving house in "Fairy Tale".

"Watching TV? However, we haven't opened this TV service yet. I can't watch it." Yang Huan spread his hands.

She and Ding Xiang were reluctant to open a TV line, because they didn't watch TV much at ordinary times, and it was a waste of money to open it.

"Then, what are we playing?" Xixi swayed from side to side in a bored manner, then rolled over onto the sofa, rolled over, and got up again. Her hair was a little messy, but it was fun, she smiled.

"Usually, what do you and your father play at home?" Yang Huan asked.

"Playing with toys! Auntie, do you have any toys?" Xixi asked.

"No, your father forgot to bring it." Yang Huan shook his head.

"Then, then I will play with Xiaojiao, little aunt, do you have Xiaojiao?"

"No..." Yang Huan shook his head again.

"Baba will tell me stories, little aunt, can you tell stories?"

Yang Huan was sluggish and embarrassed: "No..."

"Oh, little aunt, why don't you know? I can tell stories!" Xixi also puffed out her small chest proudly, praising her father without any effort.

"Can't you say something a little aunt would do?" Yang Huan was a little broken.

"Then...then..." Xixi was actually trying her best to help the little aunt find a way, her big eyes lit up suddenly, as if thinking of something, and said, "My Baba will become Sun Wukong, little aunt, will you? "

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The description of the countryside here, don't use the big cities to compare with Xiaohan. Xiaohan's hometown is also rural, and he is relatively poor. There were thatched houses a few years ago! Regarding some traditional concepts, this still exists, but they are deeply ingrained in the thoughts of the older generation. Young people, post-80s and post-90s, seldom think this way.