The School Grass Is Too Overbearing, How to Break It

"Eat!" Fang Qing walked out of the kitchen with the tumbling pig's hoof, and placed it on the dining table. "What are the two talking about?"

Jitong glanced at Lu Rong shyly, "Rong Rong is very interested in my business."

Lu Rong: "..."

Interested in Nima.

"Eat first and talk later. Try my craft." Fang Qing enthusiastically arranged dishes for the two of them.

Ji Tong stood up with a smile, and shared chopsticks and spoons with her: "So many dishes?"

Fang Qing blushed and said, "Didn't you come? I don't usually cook."

Ji Tong lowered his head shyly: "Thank you."

Fang Qing: "Look at what you said..."

Lu Rong: "..."

What kind of middle-aged and elderly family romance is this? !

Fang Qing and Ji Tong were tired and crooked, and finally remembered Lu Rong, "Rong Rong, have you washed your hands? Sit down quickly."

"Yeah." Lu Rong dragged heavy steps to the table. Even though he was mentally prepared, his face was still black for several degrees when he saw the table full of dishes.

Fang Qing usually doesn't cook for a reason-Lu Rong doesn't let her cook.

It's too unpalatable, it's too unpalatable.

Lu Rong had already learned how to cook before going to school. When the other children were still rolling in the park, Lu Rong had already stepped on the small bench with his feet in his arms and made himself three meals a day.

Not only did he learn how to cook, but he also learned a principle of life: There are talents in this world, and some people are not talented for certain things. This cannot be forced, such as cooking for Fang Qing.

Fang Qing hasn't been cooking for many years, and Lu Rong almost forgets the fear of being ruled by Fang Qing's dark cooking. But when he was sitting in front of this table of dishes, he sighed with emotion: It turns out that childhood nightmares will follow people for a lifetime.

What and what does this Nima do? !

The pig's trotters and big fat were floating in the pot just now. He thought Fang Qing would have follow-up processing, at least put some soy sauce to polish it, but she brought the whole pot up, and now the whole living room is full of it. Sweet and greasy taste!

Next to the pale pig's feet is the red and colorful braised beef. In this bowl of braised beef, a complete piece of beef cannot be found. Because of the smooth cut, the beef was disintegrated and floated in the thick thick thick. Think of the uncleaned ancient battlefield.

Next to the dissected beef, there was a dead fish. The fish was lying on the plate, with his eyes facing the sky and his belly wide open. You could see the scales on the fish's carcass that had not been completely shaved off, which reflected the mysterious reflection under the fluorescent lamp. The inside of the fish belly was dark, and it was also not cleaned up. A bitter taste came out three feet away, and the thick oily red sauce couldn't hide it. It was Fang Qing who had punctured the fish gall during the treatment. The whole fish presents the demeanor of "Looking up to the sky", a famous British dish.

Next to the fish carcass is a chicken. Stewed chicken is a very error-prone dish. Fang Qing killed it when she bought it from the vegetable market. All she had to do was put the chicken in the stew pot. However, Fang Qing understood this step literally. She stuffed the whole chicken into the saucepan with her bottom upright. She didn't put any condiments, and it seemed that she didn't put much water. So only by visual inspection, Lu Rong was not very clear about this. What is the status of the chicken's head now, but the pot should be useless, and the bottom of the pot is black.

There is also a pot of small vegetables. Although it looks half-baked, it is a pot of small green vegetables that is still in the "eatable" category.

Fang Qing and Jitong were still talking about something that seemed to be homely but in reality, Lu Rong sat there, grabbing his chopsticks, motionless.

"Eat." Fang Qing finally realized his son's abnormality, and tried to pick him up with vegetables.

"No need." Lu Rong stopped her picking vegetables.

Lu Rong glanced around, finally fixed his gaze on the small green vegetables, stretched out his chopsticks, and slinged it gracefully and carefully, putting it in his bowl. He took a few more deep breaths, stuck out his tongue bravely, and put a small leaf of vegetable into his mouth.

Sweet.

Lu Rong stood up, walked into the bathroom calmly, and vomited the little green cabbage into the trash can, retching.

Fang Qing shouted outside: "What's the matter?"

Lu Rong: "I got stuck in eating fish."

Fang Qing: "This kid... is so grown-up, and he can get stuck in his throat, really. Have you got it out yet?"

Lu Rong flushed the toilet and walked out calmly: "It's done."

Ji Tong saw that his expression was unharmed, and then he answered, "Well, kid, it's easy to gobble up something delicious, just be careful." After saying that, he changed the bowl of fish to Lu Rong's face and made an aggressive move. Give him food.

Lu Rong: "..."

Although it's a middle-aged and elderly man in love, it's a bit too much to lick the dog to this point!

Fang Qing also felt that it was too much. She changed the fish back, saying, "He wants to eat it by himself. It's not impossible for such a big person. You can eat it." She said that she backhanded Jitong. Big fish belly.

Lu Rong said in his heart: Damn it.

Just this stuff can spiral to heaven after eating it.

He felt a little sympathetic to Ji Tong, but when he thought that if Fang Qing didn't do anything, Ji Tong could not guarantee that he would put this piece of fish directly into his bowl, and he felt that he was cocooning himself. He simply stopped eating, and focused on observing Jitong to see if he could eat.

The Jitong white rice is now covered with a large piece of fish in thick oil and red sauce. The sauce even flows down the porcelain bowl, and the fish bones are also scabbed out of the shell. The eating container is extremely messy.

But Ji Tong's expression was sweet and delighted. Two blushes appeared on his gentle face, which was more dazzling than the big gold chain on his neck.

Fang Qing urged enthusiastically: "Eat!"

Ji Tong was silent for a long time, and said with some emotion: "...eh."

As he said, he took out the fish bones in a gentle manner and put a small piece in his mouth.

Ji Tong's expression changed. The slender eyes behind his lenses widened, becoming more and more like Bai Yansong: "Delicious!!"

Lu Rong: "...?"

He was in awe of Ji Tong. Whether true or false, being able to comment on Fang Qing's dishes as follows shows that this person is cruel to himself.

Ji Tong finished eating the piece of fish slowly, and Fang Qing happily added a piece of pig's feet to him. The skin is hairy and fat like snow: "Try my trotters!"

Lu Rong couldn't stand it anymore: "Forget it..."

Even if he wants to test his true heart, it would be too much, and the human heart can't stand the temptation.

Unexpectedly, Ji Tong took a bite, and said, "It's delicious! I haven't eaten such exciting pig feet in years!"

Lu Rong: "..."

Brother, what was your living environment in the early years?

After Ji Tong finished gnawing the pig's knuckles, Fang Qing was busy trying to feed him chicken, Ji Tong waved his hand: "I want a combination of meat and vegetables."

He picked up the bowl and picked up a few slings of green vegetables, Wen Ya took the raw rice into his mouth without fail.

Lu Rong couldn't bear to look again. It is really not easy for a man to marry a wife.

Ji Tong directly swept the rice, and solemnly put down the bowl: "I found out that your rice is very delicious and it chews especially vigorously. Where did you buy it? What brand?"

Fang Qing didn't know anything, and pushed her elbow against Lu Rong.

Lu Rong: "Just the supermarket downstairs. It costs 3 yuan and 5 jin."

Ji Tong: "It's very special, chewy, and there is a pure fragrance of rice. It smells like a big stove when I was a kid." He stood up and walked to the kitchen with the bowl, "I want another bowl, whoever wants it? ?"

Lu Rong: "..."

He just walked in and found that Fang Qing hadn't pressed the cooking button, so the rice was not cooked, it was braised and cooked rice. He looked at Ji Tong's profile struggling to serve food in the kitchen, thinking that he might not be acting.

When Ji Tong came back, Fang Qing greeted him to eat chicken, but this time his tone was no longer so lively and cheerful, with a choked voice and tears in his eyes: "You...you eat more..."

Ji Tong: "What's wrong with you?! Why are you crying?"

Fang Qing: "No one has ever...liked my dishes..."

Ji Tong: "How come?!"

Fang Qing: "Rong Rong doesn't like it."

Ji Tong’s gaze was full of condemnation, but he immediately turned to Fang Qing gently and comforted him: “My child eats the food you cook every day, and his mouth is naughty. Naturally, I am in the blessing and knowing no good. Anyway, I It's been a long time since I had eaten such delicious home-cooked dishes."

"Yes, is it?" Fang Qing happily wiped away the wetness of her eyes, "Then I will do it for you every day!"

Ji Tong glanced at Lu Rong embarrassedly: "...Huh!"

Lu Rong: "..."

He looked at Ji Tong's bitterness and shook his head secretly. Some people seem to be normal on the surface, but they are actually born with defects. If dysgeusia can be regarded as a disability, Jitong can obtain a grade ten disability certificate.

Maybe this is what kind of pot goes with what kind of lid. Lu Rong watched Fang Qing happily watching Ji Tong eat, and thought, maybe Fang Qing's real son had come.

He raised the corner of his mouth slightly, and lending usury means lending usury.

While Lu Rong was washing dishes in the kitchen, Ji Tong and Fang Qing stood on the balcony together.

Fang Qing: "We will get the certificate tomorrow, why are you absent-minded?"

Ji Tong said gravely: "Do you think Rongrong likes me?"

Fang Qing: "Like it!"

Ji Tong: "I can't see through his attitude, he sometimes gives me a very deep feeling, especially at the dinner table-am I eating too much?"

Fang Qing: "He usually pretends to be like that."

Ji Tong was still anxious, Fang Qing calmed him: "You want to marry me, not to him, what if Rong Rong doesn't like you? I like you!"

Ji Tong: "But how do we live together in the future?"

Fang Qing: "It's okay, we only need to raise him until he is eighteen years old, and then he can be self-reliant."

Ji Tong shook his head: "It is so stipulated by law, but it is not realistic at all."

Fang Qing solemnly said: "He will leave us at the age of eighteen, really. Because he is not my biological son, I am just his temporary guardian."

The bowl in Lu Rong's hand fell. There is also the last section of the pig's feet. He wanted to ask Jitong to eat the pig's feet, but he heard the shocking news.

The atmosphere freezes.

Jitong bent down and picked up the pig's trotter and plastic bowl on the ground: "...I'm going to wash the dishes first, and you guys talk slowly."

As soon as he left, Lu Rong immediately asked, "Auntie, what did you just say?"

Fang Qing: "..."

Fang Qing: "I am not your aunt, I am your aunt."