Are you a woman today?

When Han Qi got home at night, he saw a pair of stiletto high-heeled shoes inlaid with diamonds in the entrance, and immediately guessed that his mother had come to attack without saying hello.

He was worried that Pan Su would not be able to cope with his tough mother at home alone, and he would suffer from anger, so he went in and saw that Pan Su was in the kitchen, wearing an apron and rolling up his sleeves, kneading dough.Han Yixin stood aside to guide, hands covered with snow-white flour: "You need to use the heels of your palms hard, and then use four fingers to hook the dough back... No, no, why can't this kid understand? I'll knead it again and you watch. "

Pan Su obediently stepped aside, Han Yixin kneaded the dough skillfully with both hands, and sprinkled a little water when it was dry, the dough became soft and obedient, smooth and round in his fair hands.Pan Su showed adoring eyes: "Auntie is really amazing, I thought Uncle Sampson cooks a lot at home."

"He's an American, how can he cook Chinese food? In Australia, he ate fast food every day." Han Yixin wiped her hands and brushed her long hair behind her ears. "I can't stand that kind of life. We just got together. I was the one who did a lot of cooking when I was young, and after Han Qi came along, his father began to study Chinese food with great concentration, and you have tasted all the dishes he made."

Although most of Sampson's dark dishes, Pan Su, can't bear to recall, but the dinner before visiting relatives is still remarkable, all within normal standards, and let people see his plasticity in Chinese food.Han Yixin pushed the washbasin over again: "Come on, knead for a while and it's almost done."

"Okay." Pan Su continued kneading the dough, imitating the technique taught by Han Yixin just now, when Han Yixin turned her head, Han Qi stood at the door of the kitchen, she smiled and said, "Are you back?"

"Hmm." Han Qi held a briefcase in one hand and a suit jacket in the other, looking Han Yixin up and down.It is rare for him to see his mother so careless about appearance. In his impression, his mother has always been a very delicate woman. From makeup to dress, he only associates her with the noble lady who sits in a high-end tea house and drinks tea together.Like now, the hem of the skirt is tied up, the front of the floral skirt is covered with white marks, and there is even flour on the hair, which is absolutely unimaginable.

Pan Su also turned his head and smiled at Han Qi: "Mr. Han, let's eat dumplings tonight. The noodles haven't been reconciled yet, so we may have to wait a while."

"Well, good." Han Qi put his suit on the back of the chair, and the cuffs of his shirt were rolled up to his elbows. Seeing that he was coming to help, Han Yixin stretched out his hand to block it: "Don't cook today, Susu and I, you go to work." Yours."

"Susu?" Han Qi was slightly surprised. What happened when I was not at home?

Han Yixin's expression was calm: "Why, I can't call him that?"

"... Yes," Han Qi exited the kitchen, doubting about tonight's dinner, "You really can? I can help if I'm too busy."

"What help do you need? Even if Susu can't do it, don't you still have me?" Han Yixin glanced, "You forgot that you went to elementary school, didn't I cook for you every day?"

Han Qi was silent for a few seconds, then nodded slowly.This memory is far away. More than ten years ago, Han Yixin's business was not so big, and it was not as busy as it is now. Han Qi went to elementary school in China, and he could eat hot meals every night when he came home.Even if Han Yixin went to a social event and didn't have time to make dinner, there would still be frozen foods like dumplings and wontons in the refrigerator, so he wouldn't be hungry.

Looking at the two busy figures in the kitchen, Han Qi suddenly had a sense of sight in his childhood.The petite Pan Su is just like her childhood self. When her mother is cooking, she always likes to ask questions beside her, like a clingy little tail.

Just when Jiang Min asked him for documents, Han Qi went to the study, and when he came out, the dumplings were already half wrapped.Han Yixin was teaching Pan Su how to make dumplings. Pan Su obviously lacked culinary talent. The dumplings he made were not only oddly shaped, but also the skin was broken and the filling was exposed after being put into the pot. The dumpling soup almost turned into broth.

Pan Su was embarrassed, and couldn't bear to look directly at the cloudy pot of dumpling soup.Han Qi put his hand on the top of his head and patted it twice: "It's okay, it's also good to eat as meatballs."

"Mr. Han, I guess I won't be able to cultivate to your level in this life." Pan Su covered his face, there is a good saying on the Internet, what can't be done, what can't be done, what can't be eaten, what can't be eaten, it's probably Pan Su Bensu.

Another pot of dumplings came out, and Han Yixin came out with a plate and handed it to Han Qi.The dumplings on the plate were all white and fat, and they were crowded together in a naive manner. She also poured a plate of soy sauce and mixed it with sesame oil and chili.Han Qi held the chopsticks and smiled: "I didn't expect you to remember this."

"Of course, how can I forget what you like to eat?" Han Yixin pulled out a stool and sat down opposite him. "Try it and see if the taste is the same as before."

Han Qi picked up the dumpling and bit it down. The soup poured into his mouth. The dumpling skin was thin and the filling was fresh, and the taste was quite good.The memory of taste is the longest, especially the taste of mother. The moment the soup touches the taste buds, the mind is instantly filled with memories.

Han Qi slowly put down his chopsticks, frowning slightly, Han Yixin asked: "What's wrong? Is it not delicious? I haven't made it for so many years, maybe it's raw. The seasoning is according to my taste. I don't know if it's right for you. Appetite..."

"Mom," Han Qi interrupted suddenly, Han Yixin looked at him, and saw Han Qi picked up a chopstick to pick up a dumpling and handed it over, "You eat too."

Han Yixin was stunned, her delicate eyebrows gradually drooping.The memory was pulled far away. In a hut of more than [-] square meters, the little Han Qi was dangling his legs, waiting for his mother who accompanied the client to come back.After Han Yixin entered, Han Qi jumped up and called out "Mom!" Han Yixin picked him up, kissed him on the forehead, and asked him if he had eaten.

Han Qi shook his head. The dumplings on the table had already been served, but he hadn't eaten yet, so he was waiting for his mother to come back.Han Yixin took his little hand, went to sit down at the table, Han Qi picked up the chopsticks to eat dumplings, poked one with the chopsticks and handed it to Han Yixin's mouth: "Mom, you eat too."

The memory of a child's growth is the most precious memory of every mother, and Han Yixin is no exception. To this day, as long as Xiao thinks about it carefully for a few seconds, that cute smiling face will emerge in his mind.

More than ten years later, the scene in front of me overlapped with memories, Han Yixin's eyes were slightly wet, she lowered her head and stretched out her hand to cover it, Pan Su saw this and handed over the paper box.When she looked up again, her eyes were slightly red, but there was a smile on the corner of her lips: "How old are you, and you are still the same as when you were a child."

This meal was warm and joyful like never before. For the first time at the dinner table of the Han family, Pan Su didn't hear the mother and son discussing business affairs, but kept talking about family matters.Han Yixin recounted all the embarrassing and stupid things Han Qi did in childhood. Pan Su laughed so hard that he developed his abs but felt unbelievable: it turns out that Teacher Han was just as sloppy and mischievous as him before. God is cultivated since childhood, and it seems that the shaping of the day after tomorrow really has contributed a lot.

"By the way, Susu and her family are out of the closet. When are you two going to meet your parents formally?"

Pan Su bit his chopsticks, with a bitter expression on his face: "...my parents are not so enlightened, I want to wait."

Han Qi also meant the same thing, he was not in a hurry, and originally planned to wait until Pan Su graduated to bring up this matter.Now that an accident happened unexpectedly, if Pan Su's parents were to be provoked again, it would be counterproductive and make them even more difficult to accept.

"It's normal not to understand. It took me a long time to accept that my son is gay, so you have to be considerate of them." Han Yixin took out a business card from her bag and handed it to Pan Su, "If your parents encounter any difficulties, you can Call me, as a future in-law, I will try my best to help."

Holding the business card of the female president of a large listed company, Pan Su felt flattered.Future in-laws?Does that mean that Auntie has finally accepted him and recognized him?

"Thank you, Auntie." Pan Su carefully put away the business card, while Han Qi was clearing the table, and asked, "Mom, when are you going back?"

Han Yixin looked at her watch: "Leave right away, there will be a video conference at nine o'clock in the evening." She picked up her bag and told Pan Su, "Let me know when the school is selected, don't forget."

After Han Yixin left, Pan Su felt unprecedented joy. He slipped into the kitchen and hugged Han Qi from behind: "Mr. Han, do you think Auntie doesn't dislike me so much?"

Han Qi was washing the dishes, and said with a smile, "She doesn't hate you in the first place, it's just that she keeps fighting. Susu is so cute, everyone will like it after getting in touch with her."

Pan Su put his face against the wide and warm back, closed his eyes: "That's great, it would be great if Auntie could always be so kind."

"Well, yes. She has already figured it out. The stalemate between our mother and son has been stalemate for so many years. No matter how big the enmity is, we should get over it." Han Qi turned around and pinched the tip of Pan Su's nose with his wet hands. Thank you Susu, if it weren't for you, maybe we haven't reconciled so quickly."

Pan Su didn't feel that he was of much help. He always felt that Han Yixin's dissatisfaction with Han Qi became more serious because of his appearance.As for why the rain is over now, he can't explain the reason. Since the last meal, Han Yixin's overall feeling has become much softer, as if she has pulled out a sharp thorn all over her body, and she is willing to be close to her family.

After finishing their work, Pan Su and Han Qi sat together to study the schools they were going to apply for.According to Han Qi's opinion, I still hope that he can be safer and study in this school as a graduate student.But Pan Su is very stubborn. In order to prove that he can become a man worthy of Mr. Han, he is willing to challenge the difficulty of hell. The major he chooses to study is still the journalism class, which is a challenge to the limit.

"According to what I have learned, unpopular majors are easier to pass, such as Marx majors."

"...I know, I've also gone to find out about this. There are seniors in the school who apply for this exam," Pan Su sighed, "But I still want to major in journalism, after all, it's my old profession..."

Han Qi couldn't help with this point either. He neither graduated from a domestic university nor had a master's degree in China, so he couldn't give any constructive advice on this matter.Pan Su chose and chose, and finally hesitated between the two colleges. Han Qi saw that it was late, and hugged Susu into his arms: "Don't worry, there is no rush anyway, choose slowly, go wash and sleep."

"Well, good." Pan Su stretched his waist and blinked, "Is Teacher Han coming with you?"

Facing Pan Su's ambiguous smile, Han Qi pinched his waist and whispered in his ear: "I feel like a fairy, you can't stand it with just a hook of your finger."

Pan Su trembled all over, and his mind was filled with rows of bullet screens, all of which were famous phrases that often appeared in Ba Zong's essays—"You tortured little goblin", "Oh you goblin, sooner or later I will die because of you!" body" and so on.

Speaking of which, recently, it seems that he has often acted coquettishly and begged for sex, ahem, and took the initiative to show his favor. Isn't Teacher Han implying that he is exhausted and begs to be let go?

If Xu Ke had been there, he could have predicted that she would spit and list to him the several qualities that Mary Su Gong must have in danmei novels, among which she must be able to live well and live for a long time.

He held Han Qi's hand, with sincere concern in his eyes: "Mr. Han, if you can't do it, just tell me, I won't mind! That's all right, we can swap roles in bed later..."

"..." Han Qi smiled, and hugged Pan Suda horizontally, his tone was calm but full of threats.

"Don't blame me for not being able to attend class tomorrow."

In the middle of the night, Pan Su squeezed the pillow and cried hoarsely: "Mr. Han, I was wrong!"

Han Qi pushed his glasses, slid his index finger along Pan Su's smooth back, and said with a smile, "Huh? Where did Su Su go wrong?"

"I, I shouldn't question your ability in certain aspects!" Pan Su's eyes were red, "I really want to sleep..."

"Well, you sleep with you."

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I always feel that something doesn't seem right.

作者有话要说：感谢在2020-03-0303:33:10~2020-03-0423:57:02期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angel of irrigation nutrient solution: 1 bottles of Xiang Ji;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!