Dragon Clan: My Dad is Ange

Lu Mingfei jumped up as if he had been electrocuted, frantically wiping his saliva. "What time is it? It's not even daybreak yet, is it?"

"Eleven twenty."

Ye Fan glanced at his watch and sneered:

"If you sleep any longer, you can go straight to dinner. By the way, Uncle Chu just sent a message saying Aunt Su is working on a new dish today—a modified version of the Stargazing Pie."

"If you don't want to eat my cooking, eat Aunt Su's cooking!"

Lu Mingfei's face turned pale in an instant, as if he had heard some horror story.

Chu Zihang paused slightly while turning the pages of the book, and his knuckles turned white.

"I choose death."

Lu Mingfei fell straight back onto the sofa.

Chu Zihang closed the book and said in a voice as calm as a frozen lake: "There are ingredients in the kitchen."

Ye Fan had already put on the apron with the words "Chef God" printed on it and was taking things out of the refrigerator:

"Pork belly, soft tofu, spare ribs, water spinach... Today we're having braised lion's head, mapo tofu, sweet and sour spare ribs, and garlic water spinach."

"Brother Ye!"

Lu Mingfei sat up with a sudden somersault, his eyes shining like a wolf that had been hungry for three days. "From today on, you are my real father!"

"Get lost."

Ye Fan cursed and laughed, and the kitchen knife made a dense drumbeat on the chopping board.

Chu Zihang silently put down the book and moved quietly to the seat closest to the kitchen.

The oil pan sizzled.

The meat filling made a sticky sound when pounded in Ye Fan's hands, and became crystal clear after adding scallion, ginger water and egg white.

When the first lion's head slid into the frying pan, golden oil flowers danced happily and the rich aroma of meat swept through the entire living room like a shock wave.

"This smell..."

Lu Mingfei floated towards the kitchen like a sleepwalker, but was tripped by Chu Zihang's outstretched long legs.

"handwashing."

Chu Zihang said this without raising his head, but his Adam's apple moved slightly.

As the Mapo Tofu was bubbling in the pot, green chopped green onions floated on the bright red chili oil, and the aroma of the Sichuan peppercorns stimulated Lu Mingfei to sneeze three times.

The sweet and sour spare ribs, coated in an amber sauce, shimmered seductively under the light. The moment the garlic water spinach emerged from the pot, the steaming heat was mingled with the aroma of garlic and the freshness of the vegetables.

When the rice cooker tripped with a "ding" sound, Lu Mingfei was already sitting upright at the dining table with his bowl and chopsticks, like a eunuch waiting for a banquet from the emperor.

"Dinner is ready!"

As soon as Ye Fan finished speaking, Lu Mingfei's chopsticks had turned into a shadow.

But what shocked him was that Chu Zihang, who was always elegant and restrained, was faster than him.

The brother with facial paralysis held the bowl in his left hand and the chopsticks in his right hand, and took away the largest piece of sweet and sour pork ribs in a lightning speed.

"Fuck! Brother, you..."

Lu Mingfei's exclamation was stuck in his throat.

Because he saw Chu Zihang stuffing the whole piece of ribs into his mouth, his cheeks moving at an astonishing rate, but still maintaining that icy face that had remained unchanged for thousands of years.

Chapter 17 Living Dead

Seeing this, Ye Fan was unwilling to be outdone, so he directly picked up the plate of Mapo Tofu and poured half of it into his own bowl.

The bright red sauce wrapped around the snow-white rice, and the way he ate the rice in big mouthfuls looked like a refugee who had been hungry for three days and three nights.

"you..."

Lu Mingfei suddenly felt like a little lamb that had strayed into a pack of wolves.

He picked up a lion's head with trembling hands, and his teeth bit through the crispy crust.

The boiling hot gravy burst in his mouth, the delicate meat mixed with the crispness of water chestnuts, the delicious taste almost made him bite his tongue.

Chu Zihang had finished his third bowl of rice and was picking up a piece of tofu with a very standard posture.

His movements were as graceful as playing a cello, yet he ate at an astonishing speed.

The tofu trembled on the tip of the chopsticks, and the red oil slid down the snow-white surface. He accurately caught the sauce that was about to drip, and then put the whole piece into his mouth.

Lu Mingfei clearly saw that the tips of his brother's ears turned slightly red due to the spiciness, but his face remained calm.

It seems that senior brother can’t eat spicy food.

"Brother...slow down..."

Lu Mingfei weakly handed over the tissue, and Chu Zihang took it and took away the last piece of pork ribs.

Ye Fan was scraping the last bit of sauce from the bottom of the plate with a spoon. He looked up when he heard this:

"You haven't seen how terrifying Aunt Su's 'Stargazing Pie' is. Last time, Uncle Chu ate it and immediately applied for a two-week field mission."

Chu Zihang's chopsticks trembled slightly.

Lu Mingfei suddenly understood his senior brother's enthusiasm for home-cooked food.

He looked down at his two empty bowls of rice and discovered with grief and anger that there was only one lonely peanut left on the plate of sweet and sour pork ribs.

"Another bowl!"

Lu Mingfei held up the empty bowl, like a soldier ready to die.

Even if there was only one peanut, he would still finish another bowl of rice.

When the last piece of water spinach disappeared, the three of them collapsed on the sofa like three overfed pythons.

Lu Mingfei touched his round belly and groaned, "I feel like I'm three months pregnant..."

Chu Zihang was still sitting upright, but if you looked closely, you would find that one buttonhole on his belt was loose.

Ye Fan was picking his teeth with a toothpick when he suddenly took out a deck of cards from the drawer of the coffee table.

"Dou Dizhu, best of three." He grinned like a fox. "The loser washes the dishes."

Lu Mingfei immediately raised his hand: "I protest! It's always me! Senior brother always..."

"The objection is invalid."

Chu Zihang said calmly, his fingers already shuffling the cards nimbly, his movements so fast that they left afterimages.

"Shunzi!"

Lu Mingfei threw it out and shook his head proudly.

"Crushed to death."

Ye Fan threw it out calmly.

"Oh my god! You did this on purpose!"

Lu Mingfei's eyes widened.

"Wrong! I did it on purpose! Hehehe!"

Ye Fan grinned smugly, his expression showing that he was confident of victory.

Chu Zihang silently pushed his non-existent glasses and threw out his "king bomb".

Lu Mingfei: "???"

Ye Fan: "......"

Second game

Lu Mingfei decided to play a psychological game.

"Brother, I heard that Aunt Su is having a family dinner tomorrow?"

Lu Mingfei said calmly, trying to disrupt Chu Zihang's mood

Chu Zihang's eyebrows twitched slightly, but his hand was as steady as a rock as he dealt the cards: "Four Aces."

"Fuck! Where did you get so many bombs!" Lu Mingfei wailed.

Ye Fan narrowed his eyes: "Zihang, you can't remember the cards, right?"

"Rational use of resources." Chu Zihang calmly threw out his last two cards, "Spring."

"Brother Mingming, you can do it if you want, and you can definitely do it better than me."

Chu Zihang spread out his hands, his expression somewhat helpless.

"But you just want to experience the fun of the game."

Chu Zihang didn't say this out loud, because he knew his senior brother's character.

My senior brother is always a winner in his daily life.

Only when you are with them can you show some of your true nature.

This guy is clearly a kindhearted old woman who enjoys the whole process of life, but has a sharp tongue but a soft heart...

Chu Zihang won both games, and Lu Mingfei and Ye Fan looked at each other in surprise.

"This is unscientific..." Lu Mingfei groaned, holding his head. "Why is my paralyzed senior brother so good at playing cards?"

"Because you're too noisy." Chu Zihang stacked the cards elegantly. "Now, wash the dishes."

In the kitchen, Lu Mingfei was washing dishes while complaining, "Brother Ye, tell me the truth, did you lose on purpose?"

Ye Fan splashed detergent foam on his face: "Bullshit! I suspect you and Zihang are in collusion."

"I do want to!" Lu Mingfei lamented, "Brother, that look in my eyes makes me afraid to even hide my cards..."

Chu Zihang leaned against the door frame to supervise the work. The sunlight came through the window and cast tiny spots of light on his well-defined profile.

His eyes swept over the two noisy people, and the corners of his mouth raised an almost imperceptible arc.

Outside the window came the sound of pigeons flapping their wings, mixed with the faint horns of cars on the road in the distance.