Star system feeding plan

Lin Anjing went to the kitchen with the old housekeeper. The kitchen is so big that a three-meter round table can be placed in it.

Looking at the sky silently, the young man felt that he should have gotten used to it after such a short period of time. When he passed by the small living room just now, he saw a wall full of military medals and various trophies. of.

"What kind of food does Uncle Cui's house serve?" The old housekeeper's surname is Cui. Originally, Lin Anjing wanted to be called Uncle, but the old man refused, saying that Yan Hao was called Uncle Cui, and he also called him that.Lin Anjing felt that a title didn't matter, it was him anyway.

"This...Mr. Lin really wants to do it?" Aunt Sun has taken care of Mr. Yan for many years, so of course she knows the temper and pickiness of the two young masters in the family, especially Yan Hao, who is the most difficult to serve, and basically doesn't eat anything.

Lin An nodded, stretched out his hand and opened the large refrigerator with four doors to look at, and praised: "Aunt Sun, you are really tidy." All kinds of ingredients are put in crisper boxes, and the vegetables are meat and seafood on the other side... The young man thinks Comparing your own refrigerator with this refrigerator is simply unbelievable.

"The old man likes to put things away neatly, Mr. Lin, let me do it." Aunt Sun reached out and stopped Lin Anjing's hand from taking the vegetables out of the refrigerator, with a slightly alienated expression on her face.

Lin Anjing blinked and felt that this aunt seemed to be very rude to him, but thinking about it, normal people must not look down on the relationship between two men.

He took a step back without forcing it, turned around and was about to ask Uncle Cui if he had other dishes when he saw a man coming over, Lin Anjing raised his eyebrows and asked him: "Why are you here?"

Didn't this guy always dislike entering a place with a lot of oily smoke like the kitchen?

"What's for dinner?" Yan Hao asked the young man after glancing at the old housekeeper and Aunt Sun.

"What do you want to eat?" Lin Anjing took out his phone and found the recipe and handed it to him, "Choose three from six."

Yan Hao leaned over to take a look, curled his lips, "Is it okay not to eat onions?"

"Onions are a good thing. They can lower blood pressure, prevent colds, and refresh your mind. I'll make you stir-fried beef with onions," he said, turning to look at Aunt Sun, and asked, "Does Aunt Sun have beef at home?"

Aunt Sun nodded and turned around, took a box out of the refrigerator and put it on the table beside her.

Yan Hao put Lin Anjing's shoulders on his body, stretched out his fingers and flipped through the phone screen, "Mengmeng likes to make Coca-Cola chicken wings."

"You both like it." Lin Anjing moved his shoulders and squinted at him, which meant - take it down, how embarrassing it is for others to see.

Yan Hao didn't care about him, he tapped the screen and poked the back of Lin Anjing's head with his chin, "This."

Lin Anjing looked at it and wanted to roll his eyes, "Didn't you eat it yesterday?" What was displayed on the phone screen was Sixi meatballs, also known as lion heads.

"Well, I still eat it, and my dad likes it too."

Lin Anjing sighed, then turned to ask Aunt Sun, "Is there any pork stuffing at home?"

Aunt Sun said nothing with a gloomy face, she just turned around and opened the refrigerator again to take minced pork and chicken wings out.

Uncle Cui glanced at Yan Hao, and he had to say that he was shocked.

Watching Yan Hao grow up, when did I hear him say what kind of food he wanted to eat?

Just because the young man in front of him has the reputation of being able to feed the young master, he has to keep him, and he can't run away.

"Eat this too." Although the young man just said that he would choose three out of six, the man knew that Lin Anjing would basically agree to any request he made.

Lin Anjing glanced at the phone and raised his eyebrows with a smile: "Don't you not like food?"

"Supplement vitamins and give them to Mengmeng." He raised his hand and rubbed the young man's hair, "My dad just asked Mengmeng to call him grandpa, do you know what that means?"

It stands to reason that this is considered a private conversation and has to be said behind people's backs, but Yan Hao said it in front of the old housekeeper and Aunt Sun, which surprised Lin Anjing.

After pushing the man, the young man turned his head and said, "Stop messing with me here, go and look at Mengmeng, and don't let him say wrong things to anger the old man."

"They're kissing. My dad took him to see the dog. I'll wash the vegetables for you."

Lin Anjing knew that it was useless to say anything else, so he could only watch helplessly as the man rolled up his sleeves, took the chicken wings aside and put them in the basin, then turned his face to look at him.

"I'll wash it later, I'll cut it." Turning to look at Aunt Sun and the old housekeeper standing aside, Lin Anjing smiled and said, "I'm causing you trouble."

The old butler's eyes are almost popping out, the young master can wash vegetables?He actually helps cook?

Lin Anjing didn't think there was any problem with asking a man to help wash the dishes, but just took a chicken wing from the side and put it on the cutting board and scratched it with a kitchen knife.

Aunt Sun watched for a while with her mouth tightly pressed, then turned her head and went to the other side to do her own business.

The old butler smacked his lips and went to the side to help Aunt Sun with her work. The young master just said that Mr. Lin cooked four dishes, which was clearly not enough for him.

In fact, it's not that Lin Anjing doesn't want to cook more, but he's too busy with time, and he's still very clear about his cooking skills, which can only be regarded as mediocre, and only men find it delicious.

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Two hours later, Lin Anjing finally finished the last stewed lion's head. He turned around and looked at the man standing beside him who was eating a chicken wing, "Bring it up, tell your dad and Mengmeng to eat."

Mr. Yan and Lin Mengmeng were playing with two big black dogs in the yard. The dogs looked so fierce that they could carry little fat children around the yard.

At the beginning, the little fat boy was quite scared, but two big black dogs surrounded him and rubbed against him with their big round noses, gradually he became less afraid.

How long has it been since he hugged the dog's neck and didn't let go, and he had to sit on it and run around to be satisfied.

"My dear grandson, tell grandpa what you usually do at home?" Mr. Yan was sitting on the grass with his legs crossed...

The little chubby boy lay on the back of the big black dog and tilted his head to look at him, blinking his big eyes as if recalling, then stretched out his little hand and five fingers to press down one by one, and said softly, "Get up in the morning and eat, Then watch the script with Dad, if Dad has a job, he will watch TV with Uncle Yan, no, Uncle Yan will accompany me to watch TV, have lunch at noon, then take a nap with Uncle Yan, have dinner at night, and talk to Dad after dinner Uncle Yan went out for a walk, and Dad said he would live to 99 by walking a hundred steps a day, Grandpa, do you just walk a hundred steps a day?"

Mr. Yan narrowed his eyes when he heard his childish laughter, and asked him: "Then your father's cooking is delicious?"

"It's so-so, but Uncle Yan said it's delicious." The little fat boy pouted, obviously feeling that his father's cooking skills were not very good, "But my father puts his heart into cooking every time."

"Oh? Do you know what heart means?" He raised his hand to beckon, and the little guard who had been acting as the background behind the old man came over to take the two dogs away, and patted the little fat boy's soft face along the way.

"I know, my father said that every time I see Uncle Yan and I eat all the meals he made, he will be very happy, and then he will work harder when cooking next time. My father didn't know how to cook before. He learned It's been a long time." The little fat boy lay on the old man's knee and looked up at him, "Grandpa, don't you like my father?"

Although Old Man Yan didn't say anything, the little fat boy is very sensitive, and the old man's attitude towards Lin Anjing just now made him a little worried.

He wanted Uncle Yan to be with his father all the time, and if the old man disagreed, he would not like him anymore.

Mr. Yan was a little surprised by the cleverness of the little guy, and teased him with a smile, "How do you know that grandpa doesn't like your dad? Do you know what liking is?"

The little chubby boy had a serious expression on his face, his chubby cheeks were flushed, he had just gone crazy playing with two big black dogs, his forehead was covered with a layer of sweat.

"You know, my father taught me to look into other people's eyes to be polite, not to whisper to others when talking, and not to point fingers at others, my father said, to be a good and polite boy, and My father also said that if the other party likes me, there will be a smile in his eyes when he looks at me, but grandpa just didn't look at him, talk to him, and he didn't smile at him." After speaking, he pouted and stared at the old man.

Mr. Yan laughed loudly, and raised his hand to touch the two mustaches on his mouth. He had to praise Lin Anjing's education method. This child taught really well.

"You ghost, it's not that grandpa doesn't like your father, but he just thinks it's awkward for two men to be together, so you don't want a mother?" He also read Lin Anjing's profile, and the child appeared so abruptly that even the profile There is no indication that he had any children.

But as long as you see the father and son together, you can know that they are definitely biological, and their looks can't be wrong.

"What do you want my mother to do? My father can cook, wash clothes, tidy up the house, and teach me principles, and my father is so good-tempered. What if he finds me a stepmother and gets bullied again? Isn't there a lot of TV dramas? , The stepmother is good to the ex-husband's children at first, but if the ex-husband is not around, she will abuse the children, so my father will not let me be wronged."

Don't look at him as a young man, but his words were clearly coherent without any stuttering, and Mr. Yan was instantly surprised.

I thought he was a very smart child, but now it seems that this child is not only smart, but also a little... against the sky?

The old man touched his chin, as if young people used this word.

"My dear grandson, how old are you today?"

"Three years old," the chubby boy tilted his head to look at the old man, "Dad said I'm too smart and if I go to kindergarten, I'll be pushed out by other children."

Mr. Yan squinted his eyes to look at the little fat boy. After about three seconds, he stretched out his hand to hug him, put him on his lap and sat on his lap. He nodded very seriously and said, "Your father is right, you are so smart. No, a child has to behave like a child. My eldest grandson is three years older than you. That rambunctious one is not obedient at all. You have to learn from him, you know? Children should cry That's right."

The little fat boy blinked his big eyes, and a few words appeared in his mind——

Strange old man!