Chapter 1650 (Si Yi) Cooking

Isn't it said that this guy has not read fairy tales since he was two years old? He has no childhood at all.

Tang Yan shook his head, looked at Tang Siyi, and said slowly: "In that case, the little brother in your family doesn't look too bad."

Tang Siyi was dissatisfied and muttered softly; "The little brother is not bad."

"That's what you think."

Tang Yan interrupted her and said; "It's so late, go to bed quickly, and read it when you get up tomorrow."

"Okay."

Tang Siyi was indeed a little sleepy.

She yawned and said softly: "Dad, where is Mom, is she asleep?"

"Yes, she is asleep."

In order to avoid Tang Siyi from disturbing Tang Yi, Tang Yan chose to lie directly.

Although, Tang Yi might not be able to fall asleep so early.

She was just too upset.

So, she went to bed.

She would go to bed when she felt uncomfortable in her heart. So many years have passed.

Her problem has not changed at all.

Tang Yan smiled gently and looked up to see the little girl staring at him.

He was stunned for a moment, then immediately put away his smile and said, "Well, go to bed quickly."

As Tang Siyi walked outside, he muttered curiously, "It's amazing, Dad can actually laugh, doesn't Dad always not laugh?"

Tang Yan was very upset.

This idiot.

Why can't he laugh?

He is also a person.

As a person, why can't he laugh?

It's simply inexplicable.

Tang Yan waited for Tang Siyi to leave before he walked over, tidied up the sofa and the snacks on the table, and then sat at the desk to start working.

He worked until late at night before he was almost done.

When he finished the last document, it was already twelve o'clock.

Tang Yan took a deep breath, stood up, stretched his muscles a little, and prepared to go to bed.

However, when he passed Tang Yi's room, he still stopped.

I couldn't help but be curious and wanted to go in, but then I thought that Tang Yi always locked the door. If she pushed the door open and went in, she might wake her up.

At that time, if she knew that I had her room key, it would be even more difficult to explain.

Thinking of this, Tang Yan gave up.

Forget it, it's so late.

I'm sure she's already asleep.

Then he won't disturb her.

Sweet dreams.

...

The next day.

When Tang Yan got up, he just went downstairs and smelled a burnt smell.

He was stunned for a moment, and walked downstairs. It was obvious that on the table in the living room, there were piles of black, burnt things that could no longer be identified.

The corners of his eyes twitched violently.

These are definitely not the level of those chefs at home.

So, here, there are still people who can make these things, probably only one person is left.

Tang Yan took a deep breath and walked to the kitchen.

As soon as he entered, he smelled the burnt smell more intense.

He frowned and walked in. As expected, he saw a group of chefs at a loss. The woman was standing by the kitchen counter, with her arms folded and a depressed look on her face as she looked at the plates of masterpieces.

Tang Yi didn't seem to notice him coming. She pursed her lips and asked unhappily, "Why?"

The group of chefs were curious; "What?"