One big and one small are practicing love

Zuo Xu and Li Muzi trotted towards the restaurant, with Aunt Zhang following behind, smiling lovingly and saying: "Slow down, slow down."

As soon as he arrived at the restaurant, Zuo Xu put his arms around Liu Xiaochen's waist and pressed his face against Liu Xiaochen's abdomen, like a relative he had known for a long time. She said coquettishly: "Little sister, why are you here? When did you come? Did you cook all the food tonight?"

Liu Xiaochen was held unable to move.

Aunt Zhang took the spoon and bowl from her hand and said with a smile: "I didn't want to come back at first. I wanted to have dinner at Mrs. Li's house. As soon as I heard that Xiaoxiao was coming, I ran back, and Muzi had to follow."

After being intimate and laughing for a while, everyone sat down, except Liu Xiaochen who was still in the kitchen.

Seeing Liu Xiaochen still busy in the kitchen, Zuo Kunmin stood up and prepared to go to the kitchen to call her.

As soon as he got up, he saw Liu Xiaochen coming over with a dinner plate with a bowl of porridge on it, a white porcelain plate with various vegetables, a little bit of each kind, and a transparent glass bowl with chopped green onions cut into small pieces. cake.

"Teacher Zuo, I'm going to feed Yanyan." Liu Xiaochen said.

Zuo Kunmin stood up and said, "I'll feed you. You've been busy all afternoon. Eat first." As he said that, he went to take the dinner plate.

Liu Xiaochen leaned the dinner plate into his arms, as if he was afraid of being snatched away, and said hurriedly: "I'm not hungry. I had a buffet with my classmates at noon, and we ate from 1 o'clock to 2:[-], and I can still hold on now." Woolen cloth."

From noon to now, Zuo Kunmin had only eaten two pieces of bread in the afternoon to satisfy his stomach. Now that there was a table of delicious food, he was already hungry. Thinking of Zhang Cheng's name again, he nodded and said, "Sorry to trouble you, Xiaoxiao."

Hot porridge, refreshing side dishes, crispy green onion pancakes.

Zuo Kunmin rarely ate such meals since he was a child. His mother advocated simplicity and health. Most of the meals at home were boiled or steamed, with a small plate for dipping, and then bread, sandwiches, rice balls and other ready-to-eat meals.

Even though I have been eating food influenced by my mother all year round, I still don’t like it. The last time Liu Xiaochen came to the house, he had cooked hot and fragrant meals like this several times. Zuo Kunmin felt comfortable and happy as soon as he ate them.

One night Zuo Kunmin came home early and asked the nutritionist to make such a meal, which tasted different.

Where Zuo Kunmin was sitting, facing the living room, he could clearly see Liu Xiaochen feeding Zuo Yan. Zuo Kunmin looked at them while eating.

Liu Xiaochen gently placed the dinner plate on the coffee table and first helped Zuo Yan adjust her sitting position.

A pillow was placed on Zuo Yan's lower back, a blanket was flattened, and the legs and waist were covered tightly. Then a small towel was folded into a cylindrical shape, so that Zuo Yan's needle-piercing hand could rest on it naturally, move the hanger position, and straighten the syringe. Then she untied Zuo Yan's messy ponytail, combed the messy hair with her fingers, and tied it into a neat bun.

After doing this quickly and smoothly, Liu Xiaochen picked up the bowl and fed Zuo Yan porridge.

Liu Xiaochen held the white porcelain spoon, scooped up a spoonful of thick porridge in a circle along the edge of the bowl, puffed his mouth and blew it carefully a few times, then slowly brought it to Zuo Yan's mouth, and carefully fed it into her mouth. Liu Xiaochen watched Zuo Yan's mouth chewing with a slight smile. When he saw that she was about to swallow it, he took another spoonful and fed it to her.

For every two or three mouthfuls of porridge, Liu Xiaochen mixed in a small piece of fungus, snow peas and other vegetables, and chopped green onion pancakes just enough for one mouthful. Zuo Yan eats slowly, coughing lightly or gasping for breath. While waiting, Liu Xiaochen always looked at Zuo Yan with a smile, neither urging nor rushing.

"Dad, I also want my little sister to feed me." Zuo Xu suddenly said.

Only then did Zuo Kunmin come back to his senses, withdrew his gaze, looked at Zuo Xu, and said seriously: "Yanyan is sick. You are a man, do your own thing!"

"Okay!" Zuo Xu was pouting in frustration one second, and the next second he saw Li Muzi asking Aunt Zhang to serve porridge again, he said urgently: "Li Muzi, don't drink it all for me, I'm still drinking." As he said, He drank porridge with his head down.

Zuo Kunmin continued to eat, but when he couldn't help but look towards the living room again, he saw that Liu Xiaochen was still patiently feeding him porridge.

Looking at it, Zuo Kunmin suddenly thought of his mother.

In my impression, my mother rarely took care of him personally.

I only remember that when I was a child, I had a high fever. My mother, wearing a water-green printed cheongsam, fed him rice porridge from a white porcelain bowl. After only two or three mouthfuls, she thought he was eating slowly, so she still called the nanny to feed him. As soon as the nanny took over the job, the mother stood up, patted the wrinkled cheongsam, and left his room with dignity and swaying.

"You are a man, you should do your own thing." This is what mother Bian Lingyue often said to Zuo Kunmin, and later she often said this to Zuo Xu.

An indescribable emotion welled up in my heart, which was difficult, doubtful, warm, and had the urge to cry. Zuo Kunmin stopped looking at the living room, lowered his head, and had a good meal.

"Dad, I finished eating and went to Muzi's house to write." Zuo Xu suddenly said.

Zuo Kunmin looked at Zuo Xu and saw two grains of rice stuck to the corner of his mouth. He pointed to the paper towel on the table and said, "Wipe your mouth. Go to Muzi's house to get all the homework and write it at home."

"Can you please accompany me, little sister?" Zuo Xu said, pulling out a tissue and rubbing it randomly to his mouth. Only one grain of rice was wiped off, and the other grain was rubbed on his cheek. Li Muzi saw it and pinched it with his fingers with a smile.

"Little sister, you haven't eaten yet, so I'll accompany you."

"Okay!" Zuo Xu reluctantly agreed, and then he and Li Muzi held hands and left.

Zuo Kunmin raised his wrist and looked at the time. It had been almost twenty minutes since he had eaten this meal. He usually took five to ten minutes to eat. He hurriedly drank the last bit of porridge from the bowl, wiped his mouth, and hurried to the living room. Seeing that Liu Xiaochen was still feeding Zuo Yan patiently as before.

"I'll do it, Xiaoxiao, you go and eat."

Liu Xiaochen put down the empty bowl and said, "It's all ready." After saying that, he took a tissue from the wooden box and gently wiped Zuo Yan's mouth.

Zuo Kunmin looked at the dinner plate. The bowls and plates were clean, except for three small pieces of cake on the small plate. Looking at Zuo Yan again, her face turned red.

I thought to myself, people are really weird. You can eat half a bowl of rice without being able to eat it, or you can eat this much. ‘Like to eat’ turns out to be so practical and important.

"Xiao Xiao, stop being busy, go eat quickly and let Aunt Zhang take care of it," Zuo Kunmin said.

Liu Xiaochen packed up the dinner plate, picked it up, and said, "Teacher Zuo, Yanyan has just finished eating. Don't let her lie down. Sit for a while to avoid accumulating food."

"Okay!" Zuo Kunmin nodded and said, "I understand."

He hadn't eaten a few bites at noon, and he was so busy that Liu Xiaochen was also hungry. Look outside, it's completely dark. You've been out all day. Let's eat early and go back to school.

Aunt Zhang is washing dishes and washing pots in the kitchen. Zuo Yanwai was reading a book on the sofa, and Zuo Kunmin was in the children's study, practicing the piano with Zuo Xu. The sound of the piano was intermittent and stumbling.

Liu Xiaochen drank a bowl of porridge, ate a few pieces of green onion pancakes, and a few bites of vegetables, feeling full. He picked up the empty dishes, chopsticks and spoons, went to the kitchen, rolled up his sleeves and prepared to wash the dishes. Aunt Zhang was wiping the range hood with a rag. When she saw it, she hurried over in two steps and said, "Xiao Xiao, let me do it."

"It's easy, go ahead and do your work." Liu Xiaochen said, and turned on the faucet. As soon as his hand touched the water, he suddenly heard a loud cry, it was Zuo Xu. He was stunned and listened quietly, hearing Zuo Kunmin's scolding voice.

Aunt Zhang took Liu Xiaochen's bowl and said, "I'll do it, Xiaoxiao, go and see what's wrong with Xiaoxu?" As she said that, Aunt Zhang pointed to the study room on the first floor.