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Chapter 267 What Will The Movie Emperor Dad Do To Save You, My Son 12
After saying this, several guests present showed such expressions as expected, only Jiang Yang exclaimed, then turned his head to look at his father with an ugly face, and smiled twitchingly at the corner of his mouth.

"Dad, Dad, that, can you do it?"

Jiang Yang shrank his neck and asked weakly. Jiang Chen, who was still proud of himself for guessing the routine of the program group, froze when asked, and then smiled awkwardly at his son, and turned his head after laughing He smiled at the guests present.

Jiang Yang looked at his father like this, and then looked at his little friend who was holding back his laughter. For a moment, the thin-skinned Jiang Yang's ears turned red, and he quickly lowered his head, wishing to bury himself and never want to see anyone again.

Seeing his appearance, He Shaozhan's clever little brains guessed the truth in an instant, and hurriedly stepped forward to comfort the youngest brother among the four with a suppressed smile.

He Shaozhan patted Jiang Yang on the shoulder, "Jiang Yang, it's okay. It doesn't matter if your father is not good at cooking. My father can. He cooks delicious food. I will ask him to cook more. Then please Let's eat together."

Speaking of this, the corners of He Shaozhan's mouth couldn't help but want to rise. Every weekend, her father would make him a lot of delicious food, all kinds of food. The taste, tsk tsk, he felt that he was fat A lot.

He's not the only one who thinks so, ever since Shaojie ate his father's fried dishes that time, he doesn't go home every weekend, and always runs to his house, wanting to eat and play at his house.

Thinking of this, He Shaozhan couldn't help gritting his teeth, hey, what kind of best brother, what the hell, he knew he would rob his father.

And dad too, it’s finally the weekend, he’s free, why do you have to talk so much with Shaojie, there’s so much generation gap between you, how much can you talk about?
Hmph, can't you tell me if you have anything to say, can't you ask me?

Fortunately, it's winter vacation now, and Shaojie can't come to their house anymore, otherwise hehe, see if I don't kill all the heroes of that guy and make him fall madly, hehe.

Hearing what He Shaozhan said, Jiang Yang was so touched, he wanted to turn his head and give He Shaozhan a grateful look, but when he saw the speaker gnashing his teeth, his heart felt cold.

He Shaozhan sensed the movements of his subordinates, and when he came back to his senses, he looked, Emma, ​​why did the little brother have such an expression, he seemed to have misunderstood something.

"Jiang Yang, don't misunderstand me. I just thought that a classmate of mine who often comes to my house for lunch is not aimed at you." He Shaozhan patted Jiang Yang's shoulder hard, flattering him.

Jiang Yang was taken aback by He Shaozhan's photo, and was about to reply when Peng Baishui, who was standing aside, couldn't stand it any longer, and patted He Shaozhan's hand that patted Jiang Yang hard.

"Let go, what the fuck are you doing so hard? Do you think Jiang Yang was made of iron? Let go."

Zhu Xu looked at the three people who were laughing, and burst out laughing suddenly. He Shaozhan, who heard the laughter, turned his head and looked.

"Sorry, sorry, I didn't mean to."

Jian Jian saw that the little guy was getting along well with his friends, so he felt relieved, and the other three also turned their heads at the same time, and they looked at each other and smiled.

"I'm better at cooking, how about I take the lead in a while?"

Same as Jiang Yang, Jiang Chen should not be good at cooking, Jian Jian thought that he had learned cooking systematically, so he made this suggestion.

After all, the little guy's mouth, after being soaked in delicious food for more than half a year, is not ordinary, it tastes ordinary, unless it is something that has to be eaten like the school cafeteria, after eating other things, the mouth when looking at him is not He will stick up high, and throw the knife at him like he doesn't want money.

Thinking of this, Jian Jian couldn't help but want to laugh, and he was still a little distressed, hey, tell me, he is already 16 years old, he is a little man, why is he still so cute and loves to act like a baby?

Jiang Chen and the other three guests saw that Jian Jian had said so, so they all agreed. They all knew what was going on with them.

Jiang Chen was born into a wealthy family, and he learned music from his musician parents since he was a child, so he didn't have the time to learn how to cook.

The only time was when the mother was sick, the daughter-in-law returned to her natal home, the nanny asked for leave, and the son was too young to help, so he had no choice but to cook porridge by himself.

As a result, his son, who was still in the first grade of junior high school at that time, was cooked by his father to cook half-cooked, half-brown and bitter rice porridge, served with a small dish of pickles, and vomited directly.

Originally, what Jiang Chen cooked was unpalatable, the child’s stomach is very fragile, and it’s early in the morning, the ‘loving father’ was still on the sidelines constantly persuading, “Eat more, eat more, how can children not eat enough in the morning?” It’s hard to read, come, come, come, have another bowl.”

And Zhu Qing and Peng Fanglang will cook at that time, but the taste is just home-cooked. He Shaozhan said that simple cooking is delicious, so of course they will not be the same as simple and polite, and obediently give up the position of chef.

After deciding on the person in charge, several adults began to get busy, picking vegetables, washing vegetables, chopping vegetables, washing rice, cooking vegetables, and everyone had a clear division of labor and was orderly.

And a few small ones are in the vegetable field outside the house, helping to water and weed the vegetables in the vegetable field.

About half an hour later, today's breakfast was successfully prepared and served on the table.

Since there are four adults in the team, and two boys who are half the age of eating poor old men, the amount of simple breakfast is quite large, filling a whole round table.

After asking about the food intake of the people, Jian Jian fried a plate of sixteen poached eggs according to the head; then pulled a carrot from the vegetable field, grated it into thin shreds, mixed it into the prepared batter and fried it into a pancake; Pot noodles; stir-fry a plate of pork slices and Chinese cabbage.

At this point, the nutritious breakfast was completed, and the big guys were full of praise and smiled simply, while He Shaozhan showed his big white teeth, repeatedly persuading everyone to eat more, and married one of his poached eggs to Jiang Yang, which was enough. The appearance of such a good brother made the two little girls mutter to themselves and tease for a long time.

Jian Jian had a panoramic view of the appearances of the little guys, but smiled and said nothing.

After breakfast, the little ones took a guess at the activities that the program group might arrange today, chattering and whirling, making everyone behind the camera couldn't help but smirk.

After several guests cleared the table and washed the dishes, Yang Jianhua announced their itinerary for this noon and afternoon.

As it is the end of the new year, every household has started to prepare the new year's goods for the new year, such as homemade bacon sausages, sesame candies and so on.

Considering that the first episode will be broadcast on the second and third day of the Lunar New Year, the program group wants to stick to this theme, like the audience in front of the TV, to show the people in the city of G in province G. Will prepare something, join in the fun, and have fun.

Two of the four adults will be arranged to help the family who is preparing to kill the New Year's pig; the two will be arranged to participate in the production next to the aunt who is making the New Year's goods in the kitchen, and will pay the corresponding labor for the noon slaughtering pig meal.

(End of this chapter)