Just entered university, the beautiful tutor is actually a fucking child?

Chapter 259 This son-in-law is too capable!

"Boom boom boom!"

Accompanied by the sound of hurried footsteps.

Zhang Fuyong and his daughter came down and looked at it, and they were stunned.

The kitchen was in a mess, overflowing porridge was everywhere, and the casserole was almost exploded in half.

Lin Feng turned off the fire, and in a blink of an eye Zhang Yuxi rushed over, checking everywhere.

A small face, already paled with fright.

"Honey, let me see, is there any injury?"

Seeing Zhang Yuxi trembling with fright, Lin Feng's hands couldn't stop trembling, and his heart softened.

"I'm fine. Fortunately, my mother and I escaped in time, otherwise we would be blown up."

Zhang Yuxi asked uncertainly, "Are you really not injured?"

Lin Feng shook his head, "Really not."

Only then did Zhang Yuxi remember that her mother was still there, and hurriedly asked, "Mom, are you okay?"

The first person I saw just now was Lin Feng.

Nothing else noticed.

Zhao Lizhen was in a daze just now.

Now he wakes up and shakes his head, "It's okay..."

Like Zhang Yuxi, Zhang Fuyong checked carefully and he was relieved to make sure that he was not injured.

"It's okay, it's okay!"

Zhao Lizhen said with lingering fear, "Fortunately, Lin Feng reacted quickly, otherwise I would definitely be injured."

Zhang Fuyong was angry and funny at the same time.

"I told you not to touch the casserole in the future, but you just didn't listen, well, it exploded again."

Lin Feng and Zhang Yuxi were shocked when they heard this.

It turns out that this is not the first explosion!

Zhao Lizhen's expression changed slightly, and she said awkwardly.

"This happened several years ago, why do you keep bringing it up!"

"Besides, how can you blame me? There must be a problem with the quality of the casserole!"

Zhang Fuyong couldn't help but laugh.

"If the quality goes wrong once, I can still believe it!"

"But it happened twice and three times, and today is the fourth time!"

Zhao Lizhen's eyes widened, "How can there be four times?"

Zhang Fuyong counted with his fingers, "The first time you gave Yuxi chicken soup when she was in her third year of high school, did it explode?"

Zhao Lizhen asked back, "Is there?"

Zhang Fuyong immediately said, "Why not?"

Zhang Yuxi recalled it for a while, and said in a low voice, "Mom, my aunt at home told me that the casserole was indeed fried!"

Zhao Lizhen twitched her lips, "Why don't I remember?"

Zhang Fuyong continued, "The second time, Yuxi is studying abroad, so you go to the rented place to see her."

"Did we go shopping in supermarkets, big and small, and finally found a casserole?"

"It's still stewed chicken soup, is it fried again?"

All three of them have memories of this.

Zhao Lizhen was choked for a moment, "What else?"

Zhang Fuyong said, "Since then, did I tell you not to use casserole?"

"You don't listen. The third time I was sick, you boiled chicken soup for me and fried it again, didn't you?"

Zhao Lizhen was not reconciled, "Blame me?"

Seeing her expression, Zhang Fuyong was angry and funny.

"Isn't it your fault? Who do you blame? Maybe you are not compatible with casserole, so just don't use casserole in the future!"

"You said once or twice this time, maybe it's a quality problem, I believe."

"But the same problem happened three or four times. Do you think it's a casserole problem?"

"Isn't that your problem?"

Both Zhang Yuxi and Lin Feng felt incredible.

If this is a coincidence, it is too coincidental.

Zhao Lizhen suddenly lost her temper, "I used a casserole to cook chicken soup for you."

"Oh, let me tell you now, I don't like casserole, and it's because of me that it exploded!"

"Okay, then I will never touch the casserole again. If you want to eat a mouthful of chicken soup I stewed in the future, there is no way! I won't do it!"

Zhang Fuyong hurriedly said, "See what you said."

"It's not that I don't want you to stew chicken soup, but don't use a casserole. Can an electric pressure cooker work?"

Zhao Lizhen snorted coldly, "Can that taste better than stewed in a casserole?"

Zhang Fuyong, "Aren't they all stewed chicken soup? What's the difference?"

Seeing parents quarreling, children must try to persuade them to fight.

At this time, Lin Feng heard the voice of the Four Treasures from upstairs.

"I want to see the baby."

Zhang Yuxi nodded and turned to coax Zhao Lizhen.

"Mom, don't be angry, Dad didn't mean that."

"He cares about you. He won't let you touch the casserole!"

"There are some mysterious things that cannot be explained. We can avoid them if we can."

"You said today, if Lin Feng wasn't there, you would definitely be injured."

"What can we do then?"

Zhang Fuyong quickly said, "You say chicken soup is more important, or you are more important?"

Zhao Lizhen was speechless, but she was still angry.

"Okay, okay, I see, you go and see your little grandson."

Zhang Yuxi nodded, "Yes."

When her daughter and son-in-law had left, Zhao Lizhen glanced over.

Zhang Fuyong hurriedly made amends, "I'm sorry, I said something harsh in a hurry, don't be angry, I didn't mean it."

Zhao Lizhen snorted coldly, sat down and patted her chest.

Zhang Fuyong also took the initiative and hurried to clean up the mess.

Zhao Lizhen let out a long sigh, and decided that in the future, she really won't touch the casserole.

Upstairs, when Lin Feng was tidying up the babies, he suddenly laughed.

Zhang Yuxi asked, "What are you laughing at?"

Lin Feng said, "It turns out that fried kitchens are hereditary!"

Zhang Yuxi: "..."

Lin Feng still remembered that Zhang Yuxi had to cook for himself in the villa.

Almost blown up the kitchen.

Lin Feng still remembers that incident deeply!
Zhang Yuxi thought for a while, and defended herself: "I make instant noodles, but it's okay to boil an egg."

"But if you do something too complicated, you feel like you can't control your hands."

"do not know why……"

Lin Feng thought this kind of person was amazing before, but he didn't expect it.

I will marry such a wife!

Fortunately, I have the skills to bless me, so I have no pressure on cooking.

"Honey, come here, I'll cook."

"it is good."

When Lin Feng went down, Zhang Fuyong had already finished cleaning.

"Thank you Lin Feng!"

"It's not hard, I often cook at home, I'm used to it!"

"If you think it's too tiring to take care of the children to do housework, then ask an aunt to help."

"I can handle it so far, let's wait until the kids are older!"

"Ah."

In less than half an hour, Lin Feng prepared breakfast for adults and babies.

They all thought at the same time: This son-in-law is really capable.

(End of this chapter)