door-to-door cute dad

Chapter 1291
Whether the children are studying in Mr. Sun's small courtyard or in Lin Wenhan's studio.

At noon, I will have my aunt's delicious lunch, just like when I was in school.

During this period of time, the mothers of the children also took time to study and ask for advice from the children's aunt and father.

Yue Yi can be regarded as very serious about teaching, and sometimes even ask Aunt Chen to come and teach together.

After a period of learning, mothers' cooking skills have also begun to improve.

After Sun Yifan got off work, he went straight back to the small courtyard of his grandfather's house.

Because Sun Yifan had to go to work during this period, and Xiao Yiqing was also filming in other places.

So he simply let Sun Anzhe live in his grandfather's house, and then Sun Yifan went back to live in his grandfather's house every day after get off work.

However, because the animation branch has been relatively busy recently, Sun Yifan also came back late every day.

When I come back every day, basically the other children have already left.

Even with Yue Yi, Sun Yifan rarely met him during this time.

Seeing that the courtyard door opened and his father came back, Sun Anzhe immediately stepped forward with a smile.

He took the initiative to help Dad take the bag, and personally helped Dad take the briefcase into the house and put it away.

Bring out the prepared tea to Dad and put it on the coffee table next to the small wicker chair in the yard where Dad sits and rests.

Seeing his son so sensible made Sun Yifan very happy.

Sure enough, he was his own good son, who knew how hard his father worked so quickly, and also knew how to serve his father water and tea.

Lying on the rattan chair, enjoying the warmth brought to him by his son.

Sun Yifan unconsciously felt a little dazed, and couldn't help but yawned several times.

"Look at you, what do you look like? Is it so hard? You still want your son to serve you, do you want your grandpa to serve you?"

Hearing his grandfather's words, Sun Yifan woke up instantly and stood up quickly.

"Grandpa, didn't I just come back?"

The old man was also unambiguous: "I just came back, we, the old and the young, haven't eaten yet, hurry up."

Sun Yifan smiled wryly when he heard the words, and quickly put down his teacup and walked into the kitchen.

When Sun Anzhe saw his father going to work, the little boy showed a trace of unbearable expression.

Seeing the expression of little great-grandson, Elder Sun sat down and smiled and said, "What's the matter? Do you still feel sorry for your father? Isn't this his duty?"

Sun Anzhe turned his head to look at Grandpa, thought for a while and said, "But Grandpa, your cooking is delicious too?"

Hearing this, Elder Sun was taken aback for a moment, and then said with a smile: "Hehehe, that's fine, you boy, you really learned how to plot against your great-grandpa."

Sun Anzhe said seriously: "It's not a calculation, I just think that grandpa's cooking is delicious."

Elder Sun went on to say, "So what? Great-grandfather just wants your father to cook, so who will let him move in here?"

The little boy stood there looking at his great-grandpa. He was stunned for a long time and said, "Didn't my great-grandfather ask my father and me to move here? You said before that we would move here together so that you can teach us classes."

Old Sun was really amused by the little great-grandson, the little guy really knows a lot.

"Then when you move here, do you want your grandpa to cook for you two?"

"It seems that after my father and I moved here, you haven't cooked, grandpa. My aunt cooks at noon."

"Hehe, do you still remember the little things? What's the matter, grandpa teaches you so hard every day, and also takes care of your meals?"

"Father works very hard every day, and he has to come back and cook for us."

"That's what it should be. Who said your father is a junior? You are because you are young, otherwise you should be the one who cooks."

After talking with his great grandfather for a long time, Sun Anzhe found that he seemed to be unable to speak to his great grandfather.

The old man was still not convinced when he saw that the little great-grandson couldn't speak against him, puffed up his cheeks and looked swollen.

"It seems that you are not convinced, that's alright, let's compare and see how you learned today?"

Next, Sun Yifan, who was busy in the kitchen, soon heard the sound of a flute in the yard outside.

The melodious and clear sound of the flute made the night in the small courtyard seem so ethereal.

And soon when Tao Xun's voice sounded, it added a different kind of warmth.

But after listening for a while, Sun Yifan felt that Tao Xun and the sound of the flute seemed to be arguing.

"Huh? What are the old and the young doing? Could this be arguing with musical instruments?"

Sure enough, as time went by, the grandparents and grandsons were really arguing with musical instruments.

The sound of the flute overwhelmed Tao Xun's voice again and again, but Tao Xun was not to be outdone, and blew very loud sounds again and again.

The most interesting thing is that even though it sounds like a fight, both instruments are playing.

"This great-grandfather and great-grandson are really interesting."

While listening to the music outside, I was busy in the kitchen.

It was almost the end of the competition for musical instruments outside, and Sun Yifan had already prepared dinner.

Knowing that at noon, Yue Yi came to cook, he must have eaten well after being hit.

So in the evening, Sun Yifan cooks relatively simple and unadorned porridge with a few delicious side dishes.

It has a little flavor of Shanghai and Shanghai, but also has some flavors of hometown dishes.

Walking out with the dishes in hand, I saw that the old and the young were still blowing there, gasping heavily.

"Okay, okay, what are you old and young going to do? How did you get into a fight?"

"Whoa, whoa, whoa..."

The old man took a few breaths and said, "It's not your son, what did you say, I let you cook, and I feel sorry for you."

Sun Yifan turned to look at his son when he heard the words, but he didn't expect that the little guy was arguing with his grandfather because of himself.

So much so that in the end they used musical instruments to quarrel, exhausting both myself and my great-grandfather.

Putting down the dishes in his hand, he walked up to his son, and reached out to touch the little guy's head.

"Okay, Dad, thank you Gang Yan'er for caring about Dad, Dad feels Gang Yan'er's heart, Dad is very happy."

He lowered his head and looked at his son, and then continued: "But Gang Bian'er must also respect his grandpa. Grandpa is getting old. Dad should come to cook. You can't quarrel with grandpa, you know? Come on, here. Grandpa apologizes."

The little boy and his father looked at each other for a moment, but they were obedient and obedient. They turned around and looked at their grandfather and said seriously, "I'm sorry, my grandfather."

Seeing the little guy's appearance, the old man smiled and waved his hands: "Hahaha, all right, all right, sit down and eat."

Then three generations of grandparents and grandchildren sat around the wooden table in the small courtyard, and Sun Yifan brought out plates of delicate dishes.

Another bowl of porridge was served for the grandfather and son, and the old, young and young happily ate dinner together.

(End of this chapter)