The real boss is the pet of the wealthy small group

I saw a fat fish jumping out of the tank and fell to the ground with a "slap".

The amazing thing is that the fish was already fat, and it swelled up quickly after falling out, like a ball.

A fish face was also stretched out, looking unhappy.

Although it was a bit unkind to say that, Meng Bao still found it a little funny.

"I know, this is puffer fish." Meng Bao said happily, "The soup of puffer fish is very fragrant, and the fish meat is also delicious."

Han Ziqian said, "Yes, today we will eat fish noodles."

These words made Meng Bao lower his head again, looking at the puffer fish that bravely escaped on the ground, feeling a little pity for it.

It tried so hard, but still couldn't escape.

Han Ziqian saw her reaction in his eyes, but nothing showed on his face, and he sliced ​​the onion again calmly.

Meng Bao put the last piece of carrot into his mouth, squatted down, picked up the puffy puffer fish, hesitated for a moment, and put it back into the tank.

Although she really thinks "Yuyu is so cute, can I not eat it", but it's up to the customer to say such a thing, not only disappointing, but also a bit of moral kidnapping.

Even if she is very familiar with Master, she also knows that there should be a basic sense of proportion between people.

This is what her family instilled in her subtly.

Seeing the puffer fish swimming around, gradually returning to normal like a deflated balloon, Meng Bao asked: "Puffer fish are not dangerous, but why is there a saying 'Eat puffer fish desperately'?"

Children of this age like to ask why, but Father Han has never enjoyed this kind of treatment.

Because his children...

understand everything.

Seeing Mengbao’s question, Han’s father happily replied: “Most puffer fish are farmed now, and they are not poisonous, but in the past, they were all wild puffer fish, but some were highly poisonous. All of them would die from poisoning, so there was a saying in the past that 'eat fugu with all your might'."

"So that's how it is." Meng Bao suddenly realized.

Han Ziqian raised his eyes: "That's right, but these are wild."

Said that he neatly piled shredded green onion, sliced ​​ginger, minced garlic and other ingredients aside, reached out to fish out a puffer fish, changed a chopping board and a knife, and processed it directly.

"I will remove all the toxins, but to be on the safe side, I will test the poison first after cooking, and then we will all eat together."

Seeing his son speak so calmly, as if discussing which flavor of chocolate to eat for a while, Ling Can's head hurts.

Sure enough, the brat was sent by heaven to collect debts. He thought he would be lucky to have a meal of noodles cooked by his son today, but it turned out to be a life-and-death situation.

If he was poisoned today, he would really be killed by filial piety!

Hearing this, Meng Bao opened his mouth into an "oh".

Is it that exciting?

Father Han is very angry and funny towards his son.

Seeing Mengbao's surprised look, he explained: "Eating wild puffer fish used to be a test of the chef's skills. Usually, after cooking, the chef would eat a piece first. It will be no problem after waiting for about a quarter of an hour. Everyone just started enjoying the food."

Now Lemon Bao understands.

Meng Baoke didn't want to be poisoned at all, not because she was so greedy for life and afraid of death, but because there were too many relatives in this world that she cared about.

The goals that have been clarified now are——

Healing grandma's illness, providing for the elderly, and always being with the family members I love the most.

While thinking, Meng Bao watched Han Ziqian skillfully and deftly handling the puffer fish.

Han Ziqian used the skeletons of several puffer fish to make soup, and soon a strange fragrance wafted from the milky white fish soup.

Father Han moved his nose. He could be regarded as a foodie, and he could smell that the wild puffer fish was much fresher than the farmed puffer fish.

While cooking the soup, Han Ziqian cut the puffer fish fillets into pieces.

Put it in boiling water and scald it slightly. When the fish fillets turn white, pick them up immediately.

The white and tender fish fillets in the spoon are trembling, the color is like white jade, and the shape is jelly. It is smooth and delicious at first glance.

As for the noodles, Han Ziqian made the noodles himself and then pulled the noodles.

The face follows the owner, the roots are moderately thick and consistent in size, which is very in line with his rigorous personality.

When serving the noodles, he used another pot to fry the colored peppers just now.

Pour fish soup into four bowls, put noodles on top, fish fillets and colored peppers, lay a few green vegetable leaves, and don't forget to add a fried egg.

The color is really nice.

Proper color, fragrance and taste.

Han Ziqian took off his bib, and personally brought the noodles to the stone table in the middle of the courtyard.

The smooth and cool stone table is just matched with four stools.

The four sat down, and Han Ziqian said, "I'll try it first."

He was about to pick up fish fillets when Meng Bao yelled, "Wait!"

The moment Han Ziqian stopped, Meng Bao picked up a piece of fish and put it into his mouth.

"Let Meng Bao test the poison... Well, it's delicious!"

It was very difficult for Meng Bao to hold back the idea of ​​continuing to eat.

"Meng Bao, you... this..." Ling Can was dumbfounded, and he was a little incoherent.

Even if it was really poisonous, she would eat the noodles from her son's father and son.

Ling Can also planned to try the first chopsticks, but Meng Bao took the lead.

Han's father was also very surprised. At first, he only thought that Meng Bao was very cute and well-behaved. As for whether he was smart or not, his family Han Ziqian was so smart, and no matter how smart Meng Bao was, he would not be so surprised.

It's just that little Meng Baoming knew that a little bit of this poison was enough to kill him, so he dared to taste a piece first.

Either he is courageous, or he has deep trust in Han Ziqian.

No matter which point, it is enough for Han's father to look at her differently.

Ling Can and Papa Han were still in shock, but the instigator Han Ziqian said he was calm.

After waiting for 15 minutes, Meng Bao was fine, and the four of them started eating noodles together.

The fresh noodles in the soup are tough, and the fish fillets are smooth. Everyone drank the soup in a tacit understanding without leaving a drop.

The servants brought handkerchiefs and mouthwash in due course, and Meng Bao wiped his small mouth, and said, "Master, today is your birthday, and you even cooked noodles for us, but Meng Bao didn't prepare anything, Master, you like it!" What? Mengbao will supply you later."

How can you prepare gifts for others and directly ask them what they want?Only a steel straight girl such as Meng Bao can be so simple, rude and direct.

But of course Han Ziqian wouldn't mind.

He slightly lowered his head to look at Meng Bao, the light behind him coated him with a layer of golden light, and those bright eyes seemed to embrace the warm and delicate light.

"Mengbao has already given me a gift, I like it very much."

"Is there?" Meng Bao blinked, "No."

"Yes." The corners of Han Ziqian's mouth finally rose uncontrollably, "Mengbao gave me a gift called a life-and-death friendship."

Meng Bao thought for a while and came to understand, and waved his hand embarrassedly: "Not really, Meng Bao knows that the master is the most powerful, and there must be no poison in the fish fillets, so he dared to test the poison."

"If someone else cooks puffer fish noodles, Meng Bao wouldn't dare."

The more Meng Bao said this, the more the smile in Han Ziqian's eyes spread like a spark.

It turns out that in Meng Bao's heart, he is not someone else, but someone who can be completely trusted.

Ling Can and Papa Han stared blankly.

Knowing that his brat is good-looking, he never thought that when he laughed from the bottom of his heart, he would be so amazed that the world would pale!

While speaking, there were noiseless footsteps behind him, and they were a little furtive.

Everyone didn't seem to notice it, but Meng Bao's five senses were different from ordinary people, and he heard it clearly.