Chapter 33 Ye Cheng
Saturday, 1:[-] noon.

"click"

The doorknob was turned a few times, and the door was slowly opened. A middle-aged man walked in slowly, but as soon as the front foot entered the door, a puzzled expression appeared on his face.

He wondered now what this hairy mass on his son's head was.

"Dad, you are back."

Ye Ziheng, who was originally sitting on the sofa watching TV, turned to look at the middle-aged man.

The middle-aged man is Ye Cheng's father, Ye Cheng.

Father Ye glanced at Ye Ziheng, and then at the limp object lying on top of his head.

"Hey Ziheng, why do I think your cat looks familiar? Is it the cat you brought back to help our family catch mice last time?"

Ye Ziheng nodded, but he didn't dare to use too much force, for fear of knocking off the little sunflower on top of his head.

"This kitten is not bad. I can help catch a mouse if it accidentally enters the house in the future."

As Dad Ye said this, he walked into the kitchen and took out a bottle of milk.

"Dad, what about my mom?"

Papa Ye took a sip of milk and shook his head.

"There must be something wrong with the company. Anyway, he told me not to pick him up."

Having said this, Father Ye seemed to have thought of something again, and hurried to Ye Ziheng's side.

"Ziheng, why don't dad show you a few tricks today."

When Ye Ziheng heard this, his entire face darkened immediately.

Forget about eating the food he cooks, Ye Ziheng feels that he is still young and not so overwhelmed.

He especially remembered that when he was still in primary school, his father decided to cook a pot of "good food" for Ye Ziheng and his classmates in order to celebrate his birthday.

The poor children didn't know Ye's cooking skills, and they waited with great anticipation for Ye's serving the food.

As a result, all the children who participated in Ye Ziheng's birthday party collectively had diarrhea for a week.

Even Papa Ye had to ask the company for three days' leave after eating the meals he cooked, and stayed at home for three days.

Since then, Ye Ziheng has never dared to eat anything that Papa Ye made.

"Well, there are still a few buckets of convenience at home..."

"Instant noodles, those things are not healthy, if you want to eat noodles, I will cook them for you myself."

Papa Ye said with a smile on his face.

"No, no, I'm not very hungry."

Ye Ziheng said again, no matter what, he would never eat his father's food again, and he had already had a psychological shadow on his father's food.

"Eat a little even if you're not hungry. You're growing your body now. Can you grow taller by eating more?"

While talking, Papa Ye showed a strange smile towards Ye Ziheng.

When Ye Ziheng saw this, he felt a chill down his spine, and hurriedly stepped back a few steps to the door, and then grabbed the doorknob.

"Dad, I suddenly remembered that my classmate has something to do with me today, so I'm leaving first."

After finishing speaking, Ye Ziheng immediately turned the doorknob, and ran out in a "slip".

Seeing this scene, Father Ye couldn't help shaking his head.

"This brat, isn't it just to let him have a meal, and it's not to send him to the guillotine. As for what, forget it, make it for yourself."

Saying that, Father Ye walked into the kitchen alone, with a faint smile on his face.

"Today, I, Chef Ye, will cook a dish for myself."

As he said that, he picked up a handful of green onions beside him and put them directly into the pot.

"Uh, I seem to have forgotten to turn on the induction cooker."

(End of this chapter)

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