The father and son returned to the room with food. There was a small table in the room for eating.
The father and son sat opposite each other.
“Do you want vinegar?”
“Yes!”
They took the vinegar bottle and poured some into two bowls.
However, as a man who had never cooked before, he did not know that only a few drops of vinegar was enough. So he poured enough to fill a bottle cap. It would extremely sour.
Neither father nor son knew about it. After pouring the vinegar, Mo Boyuan peeled a prawn for his son:
“Eat.”
“Thank you, Daddy. Daddy is really good.”
Little liar.
Now with food in sight, daddy was good. Otherwise, the daddy was bad!
The little boy chewed the shrimp and felt that it was not quite the same as what he had eaten before, but he could not tell why.
“Daddy, you try it.” He grabbed one with his hand and put it into his father’s bowl.
Mo Boyuan was tempted to scold him, but when he saw his son’s sparkling eyes, he swallowed the words.
He skillfully peeled the shrimp and stuffed it into his mouth.
Fortunately, the shrimps were fresh. Otherwise, the fishy smell would be even stronger.
He seemed to have forgotten to put in salt?
He didn’t even prepare some sauce to dip it in.
The ginger that was thrown into the water was effective. At least, it had suppressed most of the fishy taste.
He got used to the taste after a few bites. It was better than going hungry!
At this moment, Shitou’s voice sounded from outside the door:
“Uncle Mo, Ningning.”
Hearing the voice, the little boy quickly turned his head and looked outside the door.
“Shitou.” He waved his hand and shouted.
“Good morning, Uncle Ye.”
“Good morning, Little Ningning.”
Ye Hao had his hands in his pockets while Shitou carried something in his arms.
After entering the room, Ye Hao was shocked.
“Director Mo, you’re already eating?”
The corners of Mo Boyuan’s mouth twitched.
“You haven’t eaten?” He asked.
Ye Hao coughed, and Shitou said, “Dad said that it would be better if we all ate together.”
Eh?
So?
Shitou put down the small jar and then opened the lid.
It was boiled “porridge”?
It also had red beans, dates, peanuts, vegetables, and so on in the porridge.
But the rice and water were not blended yet. Obviously, it was half cooked.
“Have you tried it?”
The father and son of the Ye family shook their heads at the same time.
As expected.
The corners of Mo Boyuan’s mouth twitched again. He pointed outside the door.
“Go out and turn left and you’ll see the kitchen. I’m afraid you’ll have to cook this for a while longer.”
Otherwise, they would have to go to the doctor after eating.
Shitou immediately raised his head to look at Ye Hao.
“Dad, didn’t you say that it was done?” He questioned.
Ye Hao was uncomfortable all over.
“It’s not like I’ve cooked it before. How would I know how long it would take?”
Just an excuse.
He clearly didn’t know how to cook.
Mo Boyuan waved at Shitou.
“Shitou, come here. Give that to your father.”
Shitou put the small jar into his father’s hands and walked over to Mo Boyuan.
“Uncle Mo.”
“Sit down and eat some shrimps.”
Little Ningning sent out his own invitation, “Shitou, sit here!” He patted the small stool beside him.
