The heart of the king of the net pleases you

Chapter 185 Why did I get up so early

Tai Chi and the like can't be played by myself, so let's just stay in the kitchen and make pastries.

Mr. Su played Tai Chi for about half an hour. When he entered the room, there were already fragrant shredded shredded chicken porridge with shiitake mushrooms, well-fried poached eggs, and some refreshing side dishes on the table. .

"Is it all made by Qianqian?" Mr. Su walked to the dining table, took a look, and asked.

"It's all," Aunt Liu, who was setting the table and chopsticks beside her, nodded with a smile, "Miss won't let us get involved."

"Qianqian, why don't you come to eat?" Mr. Su looked in the direction of the kitchen.

"Here we come." Qingqian came out with a dish of sweet-scented osmanthus cake: "Grandpa, come and try this first, how about this?"

Qingqian twisted a piece and stuffed it into Old Su's mouth.

Mr. Su didn't like these greasy sweet cakes, but since his granddaughter made them himself, he still ate a piece, but he didn't expect that it was not as greasy as the usual ones bought outside, but rather fragrant and delicious.

"Our family's Qianqian craftsmanship is really good," Mr. Su couldn't help nodding: "Did you learn it from Qing Xian some time ago?"

"No." Qing smiled and shook her head: "I can do these things, it's just that the kitchen is usually controlled by my brother, so it's rare for me to show my skills."

"That's right, but you are usually so busy with your studies, so you should leave cooking to that brat." Mr. Su ate a piece of sweet-scented osmanthus cake.

Qingqian smiled, picked up a spoon and served Mr. Su a bowl of porridge with mushrooms and shredded chicken.

"Aqiu." Su Qingxian, who was going downstairs, sneezed unpreparedly.

Su Qingxian rubbed his nose, who was scolding Lao Tzu behind his back, and hiccuped when he saw Qingqian sitting at the dining table, Su Qingxian was stunned for a moment.

"Qianqian, why did you wake up so early?" Su Qingxian pulled the seat beside Qingqian and sat down: "Under normal circumstances, shouldn't you sleep until noon?"

"I went to bed too early last night, so I got up earlier today." Qingqian also served a bowl of porridge for Su Qingxian.

"Who made this." Su Qingxian looked at the sweet-scented osmanthus cake on the table with a disgusted expression, remembering that no one in the family likes to eat this kind of cake.

"I did it," Qingqian looked at Su Qingxian expressionlessly: "Is there any problem?"

"Oh, let me just say, why is the craftsmanship so good?" Su Qingxian hurriedly stuffed a piece into his mouth, laughing like a dog: "My skills are nothing compared to this!"

(End of this chapter)