His Majesty raises cubs in the entertainment circle

Yang Guang urged, "Is it ready to be steamed?"

"Hmm..." Yang Jian's little bun scratched his little hair again, and said, "Susu, the rice...is it steamed like this?"

Yang Guang folded his arms and frowned: "Why not? According to what you said, a glass of water and two bowls of rice."

A glass of water, two bowls of rice, that is indeed the case. Yang and Xiaobaozi thought for a while, and it seemed that what he said was right, so Xiaobaozi put his hands in front of him, bowed sincerely and apologized, and said, "Susu, I'm sorry." , it should be...it should be that Wo didn't speak clearly enough."

Yang Guang has always been pampered and pampered. When he was a child, he was the young master of Sui Guogong's mansion. When he grew up, he was a prince and a prince. Naturally, he didn't wash his hands and make soup himself. This was the first time.

Yang and Xiao Baozi said crisply: "Susu, you're good! Susu go sit down for a while, Wo, I can cook! I can make Yangzhou fried rice! It will be ready in a while!"

"Yangzhou fried rice?" Yang Guang was convinced that Da Sui should not have such dishes, but for some reason, he always felt a little familiar in his heart, and the arrow wound on his chest also felt inexplicably numb and itchy.

Yang Guang was also annoyed. There were so many ways to cook, so he turned and left the kitchen, and went back to the living room to sit down.

From the living room, you can see the wide open kitchen door. The kitchen door is not closed. Yang Jian’s little Baozi started to get busy, like a little wandering, or like a small spinning top, whirling wildly, holding a small bench full of people. Running around, because I'm not tall enough, I need to twist my buttocks to climb up to get anything, but I'm inexplicably proficient.

Yang and Xiao Baozi skillfully washed the rice, then found the dusty rice cooker, steamed the rice, took advantage of the gap between steaming rice, and dragged open the huge refrigerator door with his little feet, poking his little head in the Look inside.

A bunch of Cantonese sweet sausages, a can of luncheon meat, a carrot, a few small mushrooms...

Yang and Little Baozi took these ingredients out of the refrigerator, and a sweet smile appeared on his bruised face, as if he was easily satisfied.

Yang Guang sat on the sofa with his legs crossed, watching the little boy busy. It was really strange that a little baby could cook meals so proficiently, and even showed a silly smile from time to time. , I don't know what he is laughing at.

The rice is freshly baked, and when the rice cooker is turned on, the aroma of the rice blows over us. The rice in Yang Guang’s house is good rice, with long grains, whiteness, and moistness. It looks like it has an appetite.

The little bun opened his eyes wide, almost full of little stars, staring at the white rice closely. He hadn't eaten such fresh white rice for a long time, but the white rice just made him salivate, and his little stomach couldn't help but growl. Called again.

The sound of fire and stir-fry soon came from the kitchen, and a miraculous aroma wafted out, more alluring than the aroma of rice, mixed with various appetites.

"Susu! You can eat coarse rice!"

Yang Jian Xiao Baozi is holding a large, snow-white plate, which is piled with Yangzhou fried rice like a hill, orange-red diced carrots, dark-colored diced mushrooms, sweet and sweet Cantonese-style sweet sausage, and a salty and fragrant lunch The meat, the golden eggs are smashed and mixed with the snow-white rice, which is full of gold and jade, echoing each other, not only smells delicious, but also looks very good.

Yang Guang sat down at the table, Xiao Baozi put the Yangzhou fried rice on the table, stood aside awkwardly, habitually lowered his head slightly, and grabbed the corner of his little clothes: "Susu, try it, it's really good Rough! Oh yes, Wo... I washed my hands, it’s not dirty!"

Yangzhou fried rice?Yang Guang carefully looked at the plate of fried rice.Although the name is unfamiliar, Yangzhou Fried Rice actually has a predecessor, which happened to be a favorite dish of Emperor Yang Guang of the Sui Dynasty, called Broken Gold Rice.

Every doctor in the main kitchen who works in the palace knows that Emperor Sui likes broken gold rice, the eggs must be tender, the rice must be fragrant, the ingredients must be rich, and the appearance must be "golden and brilliant".

It turns out that the Yangzhou fried rice in Xiaowaer's mouth is broken gold rice?

Yang Guang squinted his eyes, staring closely at the fried rice on the table. The smell was inexplicably familiar...

He subconsciously reached out to cover the arrow wound on his chest, and the inexplicable arrow wound was about to move again, as if he was telling himself that he had forgotten something important, that a conflict was about to break out, but it was so far away, no matter how he Reach out, but can't grab it.

"Susu?" Seeing him covering his chest, Yang Jian's little bun asked hesitantly, "Susu, what's wrong with you?"

Yang Guang immediately put down his hands, and he didn't reply on guard, but asked instead: "Why don't you eat it when there is only one plate?"

The little bun lowered his head, grabbed the hem of his clothes, and stood obediently aside: "Staying at home, I wait for my mother to finish eating, and pick up the leftovers to eat..."

Yang Guang didn't speak any more. He picked up the spoon on the dining table, scooped up a spoonful of Yangzhou fried rice, and brought it to his lips. He opened his mouth slightly, but he didn't eat the Yangzhou fried rice. Instead, he spoke concisely and didn't want to say a word of nonsense: "Go and serve another plate, sit down, and eat."

The little bun suddenly raised his head, looked at Yang Guang in disbelief, the little stars in his eyes were about to pop out again, he nodded vigorously, his little face swayed, rushed into the kitchen like a small cannonball, and he filled a big plate full of it , ran back staggeringly, put it on the dining table, climbed up a chair and sat down.

He is small in stature, he can only poke out a small head when he sits down, grabs the dining table, and eats fried rice in big mouthfuls, wishing he could stuff three big mouthfuls in a row, his small cheeks stretched round and round, and he stretched his neck down pharynx.

"Wuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu whom the little bun was eating, and tears fell down without warning, and all of them flowed into his mouth.

Yang Guang has always been obsessed with cleanliness, so he couldn't help frowning, and said coldly, "Why are you crying?"

Yang and Xiao Baozi wiped his cheeks vigorously, and said with a choked voice: "My parents are not so kind to me, Susu, you...you are a very good person!"

"Hmph..." Yang Guang sneered, just now he said that I was a great tyrant, but now he has become a good person?

nice guy?

Yang Guang never thought of himself as a good person. If the word "good person" came from someone else's mouth, Yang Guang would definitely think it was ironic, but from this kid...

Yang Guang felt an indescribable throbbing in his heart, good man, what is a good man?

stab-

Yang Guang pushed away the chair and stood up.

Xiao Baozi raised his face in embarrassment, immediately put down the spoon, and said, "Susu?"

Yang Guang said coldly: "Eat yours, I'll go for a walk."

Yang and the little bun didn't dare to ask any more questions, he nodded obediently, and continued to pick up a spoon to stuff fried rice into his mouth, Yang Guang turned his back to him, before leaving, he threw a towel to the little bun and said, "Wipe. "

Bang!

After speaking, he slammed the door and walked away.

Yang Guang put his hands in his trouser pockets and walked downstairs slowly. He didn't know where to go, everything was so strange.

Yang Guang casually walked around the community twice, and saw the convenience store at the gate of the community. Although he didn't know what these were for, Yang Guang was calm and wise. After observing for a while, he generally knew what these shops were for. use up.

Yang Guang turned around a few times, thinking that the child must have cried enough, so he entered the community and walked back.

An old van was rushing towards him, honking its horn non-stop, almost hitting pedestrians in the community, and flying past Yang Guang.

"What's going on!" Grandpa and Aunt complained.

"Look at people!"

"What if I hit someone?!"

"Where did the car come from? It doesn't belong to our community! The property is real, and all kinds of cars are allowed in!"

Yang Guang ignored it, and walked back to the door of the building on his own. As soon as he went up the stairs, he saw a group of neighbors piled up in the corridor.

Yang Guang didn't care at all, and didn't want to be nosy, he walked over, but suddenly locked his eyebrows, his door was wide open, the door lock was broken, and fell to the ground, a trace of dragging spread from the door. Come out, the ground is splashed with golden broken eggs and white rice, it is Yangzhou fried rice!

Neighbors whispered: "Oh, what a crime!"

"That group again?"

"Yeah, I took the child away, didn't you hear, ouch, it's so miserable crying!"

"What's going on?" The troubled man asked softly.

The uncle murmured, "You don't know? The child's mother sold the child, saying she was going to be a child model."

"Hey, it's not good to be a model? It's a good thing to be a model since you were a child!"

"Hey, you don't know, it's not easy to be a child model. The child is so young, she needs to put on makeup at a young age, and the clothes are unwashed and prone to allergies! What a pain! Besides..."

The uncle lowered his voice and said quietly: "I heard from others that that children's clothing store is not a formal children's clothing store at all, but just wearing the clothes of a children's clothing store. !"

"What!? Whoops, I've been paid a thousand knives!"

"Don't yell, don't you see those people are so fierce, maybe they have some background, be careful of revenge!"

In an instant, Yang Guang's face became gloomy, "Boom!" He kicked open the door and rushed in: "Boy?!"

There was no one in the room, it was a mess everywhere, a twisted spoon was rolled by the dining table, and there was no sign of Yang Jian and Xiao Baozi...