all the way to the sun

Lu Yang was stunned for a moment, looked at Xiang Bei for a moment, and said to his heart: "Well, you come and help me wash the vegetables and process the spices, Mom, go and see my dad, I'm afraid he will be too addicted and won't come out for a while Have a meal."

Zhang Ying responded and left the kitchen.Xiang Bei looked at the half-covered study door, and asked in a low voice, "You're at home, so is uncle?"

Lu Yang nodded, reached out his hand to feel the temperature on the top of the pot, then picked up the oil bottle and poured some oil to cover the bottom of the pot: "Well, he has such a temperament, he is reticent, and generally doesn't like to communicate with others— —Give me the shredded green onions you cut... I’m used to it, and our father and son seldom talk.” He looked at the “shredded green onions” under Xiang Bei’s knife, and it was plain and fat Many, wide and long, endured it, suppressed the occupational disease, did not tell him the difference between "silk" and "section", and poured the plate of fat green onions into the pot.

With a sound of "呲啦", Lu Yang felt that the air in his back was unimpeded a lot. When he turned around, he saw Xiang Bei taking out the lid of the pot with a "shield" momentum. Thinking of the not-so-slender green onion, he said clearly : "It looks like I can't cook anymore."

"Ok?"

Lu Yang pointed to the apron on his body: "The last time I went to your house, you wore an apron. I thought you could cook."

Xiang Bei raised his eyelids in disgust, and stingily retracted his gaze from wandering on Lu Yang, staring closely at the cooking pot that was smoking with oil, as if he was guarding against the sudden spontaneous combustion and explosion of the pot: "Whoever said that wearing an apron can cook. Prejudice ! Can you be serious? The garlic sprouts are all mushy."

Lu Yang glanced at the pot, and threw a few corners of dried chili peppers and a handful of dried Chinese prickly ash into the pot. When there was a scent, he picked up the lotus root slices on the chopping board and put them into the pot, stir-fried several times, and added a spoonful of salt , continue to stir fry, after a while, the vegetarian fried lotus root slices come out of the pot.

At the same time, the other pot exudes the smell of fried sugar juice, which is the smell of Lu Yang's potato tofu braised meat.

"I can smell the fragrance." Xiang Bei looked at the pot happily and swallowed unconsciously.

Lu Yang looked at Northward like a greedy cat, and the corner of his mouth curled up with a pampering arc: "It's not ready yet, hey, the tofu hasn't been put in yet." He said and put the thinly sliced ​​tofu cubes into the pot, Cover the lid and continue to simmer, "Look at your aggrieved look, didn't you just make this a while ago, still hungry? Is it so delicious?"

Hearing this, Xiang Bei suppressed his salivating expression in the blink of an eye, and pretended to say: "That's it, the taste is so-so." He glanced at Chef Lu with a disdainful gaze as he spoke, and turned to tidy up. Pick up unused dishes.

After a while, the stewed meat was ready, Lu Yang served the vegetables and shouted loudly: "Mom and Dad eat!"

After all the food was put on the table, there was no movement from the study door, so Lu Yang cleared his throat, pondered for two seconds, and suddenly shouted: "Mom and Dad, eat!"

Heart-piercingly frightened Xiangbei, turned his head and shot a dissatisfied look, gritted his teeth and said in a low voice: "You must be sick! What are you shouting, you are so frightening, do you know!"

Before he finished speaking, he heard the same heart-piercing response from the study: "Got it."

Now Xiangbei is a little confused, what's the situation, how do you need the lion's roar to communicate at home?So much effort!

"It's good to get used to it." Lu Yang took the elbow and clubbed the pestle to the north: "Parents are old, and their ears are a little hard to hear. The most important thing is that once my dad is immersed in his own world, he will automatically block the outside world. You really need to roar loudly to make him hear—you take this pot of rib soup over, don’t let it go, I’ll put a mat on it.” He reached out and took an anti-scalding mat from the top of the refrigerator and put it on the dining table. Xiangbei put down the pork rib soup.

At this time, the door of the study room opened, and Liu Ying's voice floated out of the door before he could come out: "Have you been waiting for a long time! Are you hungry to the north?"

Xiang Bei hurriedly waved his hand: "No, no, I ate a lot at noon, and I'm not hungry yet, auntie sit down."

Lu Guoan jumped out from behind Liu Ying, holding the latch board, and said happily, "Look, I fixed this thing." After speaking, he raised his head, like a child waiting for the teacher to hand out little red flowers.

Suddenly there was applause in my ears, and Xiangbei saw Lu Yang stretching out his slender hands, clapping his hands vigorously, and smiling very cooperatively: "Dad, you are really amazing, you are not old, you are worthy of studying science, what are you old?" Appliances can be fixed by you, awesome."

To the north: "······"

It's so hypocritical, the Oscar statuette quickly moved to him.

Xiang Bei also stretched out his hand and clapped his hands: "Wow, Uncle is really amazing. I usually throw away this kind of thing if there is a problem. I didn't expect to be able to fix it at home. It's great."

Xiang Bei didn't understand why he followed the big hypocrisy and pretended to be a small hypocrisy, and felt a pain in the face for no reason.

Comrade Lu Guoan received the compliments from the two young people, with triangular eyes and a look of joy, sat down happily, picked up a bowl, scooped out a big mouthful of rice and put it in his mouth, before he could swallow it, he added another chopsticks and vegetable plug into the mouth.

"Ahem." Ms. Liu Ying couldn't bear Comrade Lao Lu's unrefined manners, so she couldn't help reminding her.Lu Guoan received the look from Liu Ying, squinted his eyes and smiled, quickly picked up a few dishes with chopsticks, carried the bowl into the living room, and changed to an anti-Japanese drama for dinner.

Liu Ying sighed helplessly, and then realized that she couldn't lose points in front of the guests: "Your uncle is very passionate when he is old, and he especially likes watching anti-Japanese dramas, old boy, let him go. You eat more food."

Holding a bowl to the north, he took a piece of meat from Liu Ying, and bent his eyes: "Thank you, auntie. You can eat too."

Liu Ying nodded, seeing Xiao Xiangbei smiling youthfully and handsomely, she suddenly felt that her mood was much brighter, and she was much younger, so she started talking more: "Where is Xiangbei from? Pingcheng? "

Xiangbei swallowed a mouthful of rice before saying, "No, I'm from Anshi, and I'm coming to Pingcheng to visit my uncle on weekends."

Liu Ying nodded, and put another piece of lotus root with chopsticks into the Xiangbei bowl. Seeing the child in front of her eating big mouthfuls, her mother's love burst out, melting her into a more gentle appearance than before, and her smile was like the moonlight in early autumn.

When Lu Yang saw this, he couldn't help feeling relieved. It was rare to see Xiang Bei's innocent appearance, and it was also rare to see his mother's tender appearance—the mother in his memory cared about him, but the caring was a bit forced, no matter what he was wearing. Dressing or living habits, she wanted to understand and intervene. Fortunately, he was also a stubborn person, and he became completely independent after going to college. After that, his mother finally suppressed her love for her son to a moderate level.

At this moment, my mother did not have the nervous concern for him, but a pure and calm gaze.Let Lu Yang feel a little closer.

Liu Ying didn't notice Lu Yang's gratified expression, and looked directly at Xiang Bei: "I heard that you are Lu Yang's student, how is his teaching, can you understand? If the teaching is not good, tell me Say, I criticize him."

Suddenly being named, Lu Yang came back to his senses with a helpless expression on his face. What does it mean to be a bad teacher? He thinks that he is a teacher who can seduce people with his appearance and money. How could he be a bad teacher?

Wait a minute, what is that look in the north?Joking, watching a play?It's broken, but don't say anything bad.As a colleague, Teacher Liu Ying was able to dictate how to be a good teacher into a thesis, and the fear of being dominated by chanting filled her heart.He saw Xiang Bei's tender mouth opening and closing, and thought it was over!

"He teaches very well, and we all really like his class." When Xiang Bei uttered these words, he hid his teasing expression into a naive face.

Just when Lu Yang wanted to thank his classmates for his recognition and be humble, he heard the follow-up: "It's just that the exam questions are mediocre, the difficulty is too high, and it doesn't match the teaching orientation."

Too bad, Lu Yang thought to himself, this is not one paper, but two—the second one is how to come up with a question. "It's okay, the questions I put up are specially analyzed. Also, it's too simple. Let everyone get a pass and get credits casually. Isn't this delaying everyone!" He still wanted to struggle.

Xiang Bei rubbed the tip of his nose and stopped talking.

Liu Ying looked at Xiang Bei's expression of being bullied by Lu Yang, her heart overflowed with maternal love, and hurriedly stood in line: "You brat, you were a student too, don't make it difficult for the children, go back and look through the lesson plans, review the teaching points, Prepare the questions carefully, the exam is not to impress students, but to convey knowledge, you know?"

Lu Yang lowered his eyebrows to show that he was educated, and at the same time leaned closer to Xiangbei, maintaining a gentle and professional smile, but his back molars creaked and creaked: "You really deserve a beating, go back and deal with you!" Then he laughed "Mom, take a rest after eating. I'll wash the dishes." Generally speaking, Ms. Zhang Ying is very happy as long as Lu Yang is contracted to wash the dishes. The place of residence rises: "Isn't that going to work hard for you?"

Lu Yang hurriedly waved his hands: "It's not hard, it should be, you cook, I wash the dishes, the division of labor is clear, how nice. Right, Dad." Hearing this, Lu Guoan said loudly, "Huh"—huh?Sure enough, the son was not his own. When he came back, Comrade Lao Lu lost his fine style of washing dishes after dinner.