Daddy, step aside

Chapter 401 Each other's angel [69 more]

"Okay, thank you bro."

"Stupid Moer."

With a silly sound, Tang Zimo broke the embankment again: "Brother, brother, I like this name, but I don't like Tang Tang's."

"Silly Mo'er, I don't want you to live like a sugar bowl forever, sweet and sweet." Tang Song stroked Tang Zimo's gray wig.

The daily sweetness of the brothers and sisters made Huang Xiaonuan at the side envious.

Everyone's life trajectory is different, but every kind-hearted person will meet an angel. At this moment, the brothers and sisters of Tang and Song are obviously each other's angels.

"Nuan Baobao, don't mind if I occupy your battlefield for a while." Tang Song smiled.

Shaking his head slightly: "I don't mind, besides, Mr. Tang can call me Xiao Nuan, Nuan Baobao is just my live broadcast name."

Tang Song was slightly taken aback, although he already knew Nuan Baobao's real name, but at this moment she asked her personally, did it mean that their relationship was closer.

He was so entangled in his heart that he yearned to meet Huang Xiaonuan, the source of warmth; but his reason told him not to, told him not to covet what he shouldn't covet, and told him not to covet what he shouldn't covet.

"Okay." Tang Song responded shallowly, no one paid attention to the sadness in his eyes.

Turn on the fire and pour in the oil.

Tang Song took out the pickled stinky tofu from the box he carried with him, rinsed it with clean water, and drained it.

When the oil temperature is right, fry the stinky tofu.

The sizzling frying sound, accompanied by the picture of Huang Xiaonuan and Tang Zimo preparing dipping sauce tacitly, is so harmonious that one would doubt that they are a family.

In a short while, a plate of stinky tofu that is crispy on the outside and tender on the inside, filled with "fragrance" will be finished.

Together with the four dishes cooked by Tang Zimo, the three of them sat around and ate quietly.

The siblings stared at Huang Xiaonuan expectantly, wondering what she would say about Tang and Song's stinky tofu.

"Delicious." Huang Xiaonuan unreservedly praised her voice, "It stinks just right, and it's fried just right. When it's dipped in sweet noodle chili sauce, the sweet, salty and spicy flavors blend together. People can’t stop.”

"Brother, sister-in-law praises that the stinky tofu you made is delicious!" Tang Zimo excitedly shook Tang Song's arm.

But Tang Song lowered his head to cover up his somewhat red complexion at the moment.

"Sister-in-law, do you know? I was picked up by my brother. When he was a child, he set up a stall selling stinky tofu. It's just such a big fried car. No one would think that I slept in the small fried car. Fermented stinky tofu."

Huang Xiaonuan was slightly taken aback, as expected, Tang and Song's unintentional ordering order contained such a past hidden in it.

Tang Song pursed his lips and opened his mouth: "I am also an orphan. I was picked up by my adoptive father. He is not tall, and his feet are a little lame. He supports me by pushing a cart and selling stinky tofu every day. I am the same as Moer. Also slept in that little bomber.

Although life is hard and we are often bullied by others, we depend on each other for life, not father and son but father and son.

Later, my adoptive father passed away, and in order to survive, I took over the job of selling stinky tofu, but unexpectedly, I picked up Zi Mo.

I haven't made stinky tofu for many years, but those steps seem to be branded in my heart, and this operation is even more natural. "

Tang Song talked about this past in a calm manner, and Tang Zimo stared at Tang Song, obviously adoring a hero of the world.

Huang Xiaonuan smiled lightly and didn't say much. Everyone has their own story. Although Tang Song didn't continue to recall how he got on the road of gangsters, at that moment, Huang Xiaonuan had a lot of love for this person. A point of pity.

(End of this chapter)