Rebirth alone

Ye Tao moved his fingers that hadn't touched the computer for several months, created a new document, and then began to type: I am from Beijing, the same age as your uncle, my parents left early, and I have been alone since I was 14 Living, relying on scholarships and relatives and friends to help me finish high school, work part-time in college, and started a small business after graduation. Later, I opened two small cake shops to make ends meet. My interpersonal relationship is simple. I only have one friend and one Niece is gone.

Ye Tao stopped his movements, looking at the document in a daze, omitting those trivial things that are not worth mentioning, and then excluding the parts that are not suitable for telling children. This is basically his whole life. He has been busy for decades. I have experienced so much, but there are only a few hundred words to sum it up.

After reading the text, the baby tilted his head to look at Ye Tao in doubt: "Meow?"

Ye Tao came back to his senses, erased the contents of the document, and re-entered: what he promised to tell you that night.

The baby blinked his eyes, stretched out his small paws to type, but the cat's paws were no more nimble than ten fingers, and the more he pressed, the more impatient he became, and the good mood of getting the new toy was immediately discounted.

Ye Tao grabbed the little paw that was about to take it back and said: "Don't worry, it's very slow when you just learn to type, but it will be fast when you get used to it."

The baby looked at his little paws and Ye Tao's hands, the little face was so long, even if the paws were blurred, they wouldn't turn into ten fingers!

Ye Tao grabbed his little claws and spelled: Come on^_^

The baby looked at the smiling face on the screen, then at Ye Tao's expressionless face, with a black line on his hair, he spelled out a line with great effort: Your encouragement is not sincere

Ye Tao froze for a moment, pulled the corners of his lips, and gave him a real smile.

Master Bao was satisfied, and at the same time he thought a little narcissistically: Why didn't you realize that I look pretty when I smile?

But seeing that smile was like a flash in the pan, and it really disappeared after a flash, Ye Tao deleted the content in the document with a face that returned to normal, and began to check those small games that taught children how to type.

The baby straightened up and patted him on the face, meowing: You are enough!Although my young master has been ill for a long time, but his facial nerves are fine, who are you showing Daiyu's face all day long?No, you are not as good as Lin Daiyu. Miss Lin also has two eyebrows that seem to be frowning but not frowning, and a pair of eyes that seem to be happy but not happy. You are sentimental when you are free and have nothing to do. You don’t even bother to frown. Is the young master's body a mud tire?Will the face crack if there are too many expressions?

Ye Tao grabbed his little claw without knowing it: "Don't make trouble, practice hard, and communicate with you depends on it."

The baby looked at him straight up, feeling completely puzzled. Although he didn't like to laugh much before, he was not without sadness or joy. The personality difference between himself and this person is so big, can he hide it from everyone by imitation?Xiaocheng will not talk about it, he just knows how to eat, and his head is full of roast duck, so what about the uncle?Doesn't he find it strange?

This problem has troubled the baby for a long time. He tried to use the mobile phone Zhou Yunyang sent to discuss it with Ye Tao. However, the screen of the mobile phone was too small and it was inflexible to operate with cat claws, so the discussion was unsuccessful. Now that he has a computer, he can finally It's too soon to spit out.

After reading the question that the baby had put in so much effort, Ye Tao pondered for a while, and replied ambiguously: "I probably acted it."

The baby stared at him with small round eyes for a few seconds, then turned around and typed "Don't make fun of me", and then turned back to stare at Ye Tao with a resentful (expressionless) face.

Ye Tao was misunderstood, he didn't tease Master Bao, he just made a joke.

He is not a professional actor, how can he be good at acting?Besides, taking out the original soul in a pair of skins and replacing it with one whose similarity may not even reach one percent, this kind of transformation cannot be completely covered up by acting and imitation, Zhou Ziqian will definitely feel the difference, But it was impossible for him to think of the real reason for these anomalies, so he said things like "Yunxi has grown up" from time to time. This was the most reasonable explanation he could think of.

Ye Tao's earnest deduction and answer sounded reasonable, but the baby was furious, and the cat's paw tapped the keyboard vigorously: Who are you calling childish?

Ye Tao: "..."

The reason why Uncle Ye talks less is because of his nature, and also because he understands the truth that if you talk too much, you will lose it.

At dusk, when the lights came on, Zhou's car drove smoothly into the alley. The first thing Zhou Ziqian did when he entered the door was to check whether Ye Tao was using the computer. Although the two agreed that the computer should not be turned on for more than two hours a day, Zhou Ziqian did not believe that his little nephew could really be so self-disciplined.

There was no one in Ye Tao's room, Zhou Ziqian touched the computer on the desk, it was cold, it could be seen that it was not shut down when he was going home.

Could it be that he played an obedient and self-disciplined boy for a few days to reassure him?Wait until he relaxes his vigilance before revealing his true colors?Zhou Ziqian raised his eyebrows slightly, with a half-smile, little bastard, he has learned how to play tricks.

Uncle Zhou was using his old and cunning mind to speculate about his little nephew who "has little understanding", so Uncle Zhou, the housekeeper, came to him.

"Go and see Young Master Sun." Uncle Zhou, who was usually calm and introverted, frowned slightly, his expression was happy or not, and his clothes were stained with a little suspicious white powder.

"He made a fuss to go out again?" Zhou Ziqian walked around the desk and walked out.

"That's not true. Young Master Sun went to the kitchen and said he was making wontons for you."

Zhou Ziqian almost tripped over the threshold: "What did he do?"

Uncle Zhou smiled wryly: "Bao wonton, I also think this is incredible."

The kitchen is on the southwest corner of the courtyard, separated by a separate small courtyard. At the moment, there is no one in the courtyard, and they are all on standby in the kitchen. Ye Tao, the master chef, will do the job himself, and even the second chef can't come forward. Che Dun'er's jobbers don't even think about it, but the young master is busy here, and it's shameful for them to go out, so they just stay with the kitchen, waiting for orders at any time.

On the noodle table is the dough master Hou reconciled, covered with a wet white cloth towel, and can be used only after it has been cooked. The big bone broth is stewed on the stove, gurgling and steaming, and the room is full of fragrance.

Master Hou wiped his sweat while mixing stuffing. The white towel around his neck could almost wring out water, and the others were also sweating profusely.

The temperature in the kitchen cannot be described as hot at all, the room is almost like a stuffy pot, and the people in the room are basically cooked when the soup is cooked.

"Why don't you go outside and wait a while?" Xiaocheng persuaded Ye Tao, "This room is too hot, heat stroke will cause trouble."

"It's a bit hot." Ye Tao looked up, "Is there no air conditioner?"

"Yes, it's because I'm afraid you'll turn it down...Huh? Who turned it off? Why is it so hot?" Xiaocheng muttered and turned on the air conditioner, and saw that the people behind him were sweating profusely. A little reluctant to persuade, "Brothers, go out, I will stay here with Master Hou, and I will call you if I have something to do."

Ye Tao doesn't have a hobby of being watched by spectators, and he doesn't want a group of people to suffer along with him, but this is the kitchen, and the master is in charge.

Sure enough, people just grinned when they heard Xiaocheng's words. These people usually don't go into the inner courtyard, and they rarely meet Young Master Zhou. Most of what they know about Zhou Yunxi is from their ears. This principle, what they listen to the most is that Young Master Sun smashed the medicine bowl, Young Master Sun chased the teacher, Young Master Sun clamored to go out, all kinds of arrogance, self-willedness, gloomy and violent, and they are even more untouchable than foreign hot peppers, so Ye Tao Everyone here is a little worried, afraid that they will not do enough and lose this good job.

Zhou Yunxi himself naturally didn't have any concerns about this, but the little cat was curious, he wanted to see what Ye Tao could come up with, so Master Bao guarded the door and looked in through the threshold. Yes, Zhou Ziqian almost kicked him when he came in.

The baby glared at his uncle unhappily: Even if you don't treat me as a nephew, you can't pretend that I don't exist!

As soon as Zhou Ziqian entered the door, he was greeted by the smell of hot soup, and couldn't help frowning: "Yunxi."

Ye Tao followed the sound and looked back, his expression as dull as usual: "I'm back."

Zhou Ziqian said: "Stop playing, come back with me."

Ye Tao replied "I didn't play", lifted the white cloth from the dough, and asked Master Hou beside him, "Is the rice ready?"

Master Hou glanced at Zhou Ziqian, but hesitated to speak.

Ye Tao took the stuffed meat in his hand and said: "Roll the skin, I'll mix the stuffing, right?"

Master Hou exchanged glances with Uncle Zhou again, but remained silent.

So Ye Tao stopped asking, and chased people away while burying his head in mixing the meat stuffing: "Uncle, you go back, everyone feels uncomfortable when you are here."

The corner of Xiaocheng's mouth twitched, everyone is at ease when you are here?

Zhou Ziqian never tried to push Ye Tao back, but he didn't go back by himself either. Ye Tao was busy in a leisurely manner, and he just watched from the sidelines. Uncle Zhou kicked out the idlers when he saw this. , What does it look like to surround so many people?