Becoming Obsessed After One Night Stand

After Nie Zhanfeng left, Qiao Shiyu realized what was wrong.

"So, little Tangyuan, did you just deliberately compete with Nie Zhanfeng and invite him away?"

Little Tangyuan rolled his eyes in his heart. Mommy, you are still protected by daddy. I have no idea that the outside world is dangerous.

Finally, don't you want your daughter to save you?

But on the surface, she pretended to be stupid.

"Mommy, what are you talking about?"

She is in front of Mommy, but she should protect her naive, lively and lovely attributes. What if Mommy doesn't believe in herself next time?

Qiao Shiyu looked at the innocent face of little Tangyuan, and he was a little puzzled, too.

Little Tangyuan is still a child. It's impossible to have such a deep mind.

Put this idea aside, Qiao Shiyu went over and helped little Tangyuan pick up the fishing rod.

"Do you still want to go fishing? Mommy help you!"

"No, there are enough fish here!"

When the little dumpling finished, he put back some smaller ones, then left two big ones and handed them to Qiao Shiyu.

"Mommy, I want to eat sauerkraut fish at night, OK?"

In the past, Qiao Shiyu usually prepared light dishes to take care of children's tastes. I haven't cooked such a spicy dish at home.

"No, you can't eat spicy dumplings!"

"Yes!" little Tangyuan insisted.

Qiao Shiyu had to nod, "well, let's go back to the room? I'll prepare it for you."

After returning, I happened to see Nie Weiming and he Tianqi playing chess in the living room. Next to the servant is asking, "Sir, the dishes tonight, you see..."

Qiao Shiyu hurriedly handed over his fish. "Sorry, I want to make a pickled fish. Can I?"

The servant nodded immediately, "of course!"

He Tianqi's eyes brightened, "can poetry make pickled cabbage fish?"

Although he Tianqi likes to eat Rongcheng dishes, he himself belongs to Qingcheng people. Most people in Qingcheng prefer spicy food.

Therefore, he was also very happy to hear that Qiao Shiyu wanted to cook spicy food.

"Unexpectedly, I can still eat pickled fish made by my daughter in my lifetime."

Nie Weiming next to him immediately took a sour look at he Tianqi. He fought with he Tianqi for half his life. Finally, he was crushed by he Tianqi because of his daughter.

But he can't be angry yet.

He Tianqi seemed to notice Nie Weiming's displeasure and deliberately smiled.

"What do you think?"

Nie Weiming thought of the time when his son came and told him to save face for he Tianqi today. He finally held back.

"Well, good."

He Tianqi was even happier. "I remember you like spicy food too? You can make more poems!"

Qiao Shiyu muttered in her heart that she just wanted to cook something for the children. How did she cook now?

It's just that it's hard to say anything when it's all said. Anyway, it doesn't matter what you do for your children.

Qiao Shiyu followed the servant, and so did Xiao tangyuan.

"Mommy, I'll help you!"

On the way, the servant told me. "Miss, our young master can't eat too spicy. So, you can cook a little spicy later!"

Josh nodded. She didn't intend to do it very hot. After all, small dumplings are still small. They are too spicy and hurt your intestines and stomach.

It was the little dumpling next to him. As soon as his eyes turned, the ghost idea came to his mind again.

After arriving in the kitchen, Xiao Tangyuan actively helped Qiao Shiyu. However, there are many helpers in the kitchen. They basically don't need Qiao Shiyu. What are they busy with.

Today's highlight is the pickled cabbage fish. After Qiao Shiyu put all the ingredients in the pot, he went out to wash his hands.

Little Tangyuan volunteered to stand in front of the stove. "Mommy, I'll watch it for you."

Josh lost his smile.

"OK, thank you!"

After Qiao Shiyu left, Xiao Tangyuan took the pepper in the bowl on the table, poured it all in, stirred it, and then returned to the original place with satisfaction.

……

In the living room, after Nie Zhanfeng and Qiao Shiyu separated, they took care of their own business.

When I came back, I saw he Tianqi's happy introduction all the way back.

"Zhan Feng, you came back just in time. Today, Shiyu cooks. Is it your first time to taste Shiyu's craft? You must eat more!"

Nie Zhanfeng nodded, "OK!"

Although he hasn't tasted Qiao Shiyu's craft yet, he has heard before that when Qiao Shiyu first met he Tianqi, he took Gong Ming away from he's family after his cooking conquered him.

He's really a little curious.

Just thinking, the servant has come to ask for instructions.

"Dinner is ready. Can we have dinner now?"

He Tianqi immediately put down his chess pieces and said, "dinner!"

Nie Weiming couldn't help muttering to Nie Zhanfeng behind him. "If you want to eat more, Shiyu will cook in person. She will be happy if you eat more."

Nie Zhanfeng was covered with black lines, "father, I understand."

"What do you know? If you really know, you don't need my father. You've known each other for several months, and you two haven't left a word yet!"

Nie Zhanfeng is speechless. Is it a long time for a few months?

Soon, the servant had set it up. Everybody sit down in order.

Xiao Tang's round eyes have been staring at the pickled cabbage fish. He Tianqi is the oldest and guest here. So he took a chopstick first.

"Good, delicious."

He Tianqi smiled, but he didn't laugh. It's really delicious.

Just

After eating, he always boasted that he was not afraid of spicy, and he felt a little hot.

"Just a little..."

Before the spicy word was finished, Xiao Tangyuan immediately brought a glass of milk and handed it to he Tianqi.

"Grandpa, I respect you!"

He Tianqi immediately put all other things behind him, happily took the glass of milk and took a big sip.

"Who says that my daughter is my father's little cotton padded jacket, and my granddaughter is also a little cotton padded jacket!"

Nie Weiming looked at the happy family with envy and couldn't help poking his son again. "Zhan Feng, taste the skill of poetry language!"

One side of your eyes winked desperately, which probably means don't forget what I just said to you.

Nie Zhanfeng reluctantly picked up chopsticks and sent a fish with chopsticks to the entrance. The taste is still good, very tender and smooth.

The next second, when his taste buds reacted, the tingling sensation of his spicy scalp came out so unprepared.

Nie Zhanfeng fingers a meal, the side of Nie Weiming pressed his shoulder.

Nie Weiming thinks Nie Zhanfeng is just not used to this taste, but others are watching. Where can he really spit things out?

At Nie Weiming's strong request, Nie Zhanfeng hardened his scalp and swallowed the fish fillet.

Just about to take away the chopsticks, the little dumpling next to him stood up with a smile.

"Uncle Nie, is my mommy's cooking delicious?"

Nie Zhanfeng's smile is very stiff. He has been afraid of spicy since childhood. When it is serious, his skin will be affected. Now his whole mouth and stomach are hot.

But I couldn't say it wasn't delicious, so I had to nod faintly. "Very good."

The next second, the small dumpling pushed the pickled cabbage fish all over. "Uncle, please eat more!"

Nie Zhanfeng, "..."