small fish catching cat

Song Fengjia and Le Si found Xuanguan Tang Jinyu's shoes when they woke up in the morning.Le Si looked happy, he hadn't seen Tang Jinyu for a long time.Song Fengjia was older after all, frowning slightly to stop Le Si from disturbing him.This was Tang Jinyu's second time staying overnight in Song's residence. Coupled with the time spent together these days, Song Fengjia had already noticed the delicate relationship between Tang Jinyu and Song Weiyan.

Tang Jinyu fell asleep for a long time, and it was past ten o'clock when she woke up.After taking a shower, I went downstairs to the living room, and it was almost noon.

In the kitchen, Aunt Sun is busy preparing lunch.Tang Jinyu glanced at it, but saw a tall figure again.

Song Weiyan was dressed in casual home clothes and a sleek black apron, and was busy cutting something.Occasionally, I whispered a few words to Aunt Sun from time to time.

Tang Jinyu couldn't help feeling curious.In the Tang family, although he often saw his father cooking, he never imagined that an Alpha like Song Weiyan would cook himself.

A curious head poked into the kitchen, wanting to take a peek.I saw Alpha wearing black latex cooking gloves, holding a knife, and fighting with chicken thighs.Although the bones of the chicken legs had been removed when he bought them, the work of cutting them into pieces seemed to be a bit strenuous for him.

Aunt Sun found him first, "Mr. Tang is awake?"

Song Weiyan turned his head when he heard the words, and saw a furry head with round eyes staring curiously and suspiciously at the chicken on the chopping board.

Tang Jinyu and Auntie Sun had greeted each other, and then teased Alpha, unable to hide her surprise, "Didn't I time travel? You can actually cook?"

Song Weiyan was afraid that there would be a lot of oily smoke in the kitchen, "Go, go, don't steal the teacher here. This is the recipe that I have the cheek to ask for from Yuezhaoxuan's master, relying on my status as the president, and I must not spread it to the outside world."

Tang Jinyu smiled, took out her phone, and snapped a photo.In the photo, Alpha was smiling and looking back at him, standing in the kitchen, he didn't feel that it was against the law.

"Another scandal about you." Tang Jinyu smirked like a villain, "Next time you threaten me, you must have a weapon to fight back."

The inadvertent mention of threats stunned both Tang Jinyu and Song Weiyan. Ever since Song Weiyan threatened Tang Jinyu with his family and friends that night in City J after being provoked by Omega's cruel words, the two tacitly never mentioned this matter again. .

Aunt Sun didn't notice the stalemate in the atmosphere between the two. She was busy and said, "Mr. Song really doesn't cook very much. I remember that he was best at noodles in clear soup. A while ago, I suddenly wanted to learn Sichuan cuisine. I don't like this spicy dish." Yes, so I went to find the master of Yuezhaoxuan to give advice."

Sichuan food?Tang Jinyu remembered that Song Weiyan and Le Si didn't like spicy food. Could it be that Song Fengjia suddenly fell in love with it?

Song Weiyan broke the deadlock first, pretending to be ashamed and said, "The two of you sang together and exposed my old background." Then he quickly changed the subject and looked at Omega, "There is half a bowl of porridge warmed for you on the table in the dining room. You have to wait a while, eat something first, or you may have a stomachache."

Tang Jinyu wanted to keep his superficial peace, so he agreed and went to drink porridge.

As soon as I sat down at the dining table, I noticed a childish watercolor tomato picture suddenly appeared among several valuable abstract oil paintings on the wall.Tang Jinyu almost choked on a mouthful of porridge, and felt that the execution was public, and her face was red.What a shame!Song Weiyan did it on purpose!It doesn't look good to anyone!

I knew I wouldn't agree to give him the painting!

Tang Jinyu remained calm, ignoring the existence of the painting as much as possible, and finished the porridge silently.

After eating, I felt uncomfortable being alone, and stood at the door of the kitchen again, "Aunt Sun, can I help you with anything?"

Aunt Sun has worked in the Song family for many years, and she is not cautious, but more measured.Song Weiyan was the host, and she wanted to cook a dish when she came to the kitchen, but she must not ask the guests to help prepare lunch.Just as he was about to decline, Song Weiyan smiled and spoke, clearly teasing.

"Didn't Tian Funan say that you cook...it's hard to describe?"

It is said that 30 years in Hedong and 30 years in Hexi.It took only 10 minutes before and after this, and he was teased back.Tang Jinyu thought about it angrily, and then she rebuked Tian Funan again in her mind, and she could only answer in a muffled voice, "Yeah."

Song Weiyan suppressed a smile, but didn't dare to laugh, fearing that he would be annoyed, so he coughed and calmed down, "Then help me cut the dried chili into small pieces." He opened the drawer and put the dried chili, scissors, and a The small bowl was handed over.

When Song Fengjia and Le Si returned home, what they saw was the harmonious scene of the three of them busy in the kitchen together.

Aunt Sun cooked well and quickly. After several dishes were served one after another, she left.In the end, only Song Weiyan was left in the kitchen to finish his dishes.

Tang Jinyu and the two children were already sitting at the dinner table, smelling the smell of pepper coming from the kitchen and Song Weiyan coughed twice as if being snatched by the pepper.

Le Si stretched her neck to look at the kitchen, and complained to Tang Jinyu in a low voice, "Dad didn't know what happened recently, and suddenly wanted to cook Sichuan food for us on a whim. But it was that dish over and over again. My brother and I don't like spicy food, but I'm afraid that my father will be sad, so I can only bite the bullet and eat ice water secretly." Then, he raised his chin at Song Fengjia, "Isn't it, brother?"

Song Fengjia didn't answer him, but just picked up the dishes on the table and put them in the Lesi bowl, and asked in a seemingly authentic manner, "Does Uncle Tang eat spicy food?"

When asked suddenly, Tang Jinyu looked up at Song Fengjia and subconsciously said, "Well, I really like it."

Le Si looked at the dishes in the bowl with a tangled face, mumbling and complaining, "Brother, I can't eat before the elders are on the table."

"Okay, you're right. How long before you go to the kitchen to see Dad?"

When Le Si left the table, Song Fengjia put down his chopsticks and looked at Tang Jinyu, his face was very similar to Song Weiyan with a deep look that didn't match his age, "I heard that Uncle Tang is working on a project in Dad's company recently. .” Not an inquiry, but an affirmation, a test.

Tang Jinyu felt that Song Fengjia deliberately distracted Le Si.

"Well. The project will be finished in a week or two." Tang Jinyu felt that the young man in front of him was thinking more deeply than he showed, but he didn't know why he asked about the project without thinking, and asked with doubts, "President Song Have you been allowed to participate in the company's affairs?" In Tang Jinyu's eyes, Song Fengjia is just a 14-year-old boy, and it should be time to learn to play with friends and develop hobbies.

The corner of Song Fengjia's mouth twitched into a smile, "I always have to pay more attention to the affairs of my family's company and my father." Staring at him, he continued to ask, "What about after finishing this project? What's Uncle Tang's plan? Do you want to come to Yumao?" ?”

Tang Jinyu thought this young man was very interesting, and teased him, "Are you working in Yu Mao's personnel department? Are you still in charge of recruitment? Then Mr. Song, what position do you plan to give me, and how much salary?"

Song Fengjia originally just wanted to speak out, but he didn't expect him to be so direct, as if he really couldn't wait to work in Yu Mao.Thin lips pursed slightly, "It depends on what dad wants. Besides, I'm not Mr. Song, but my uncle."

"Oh, I'm sorry, I almost forgot, Song Tiancheng is Mr. Song."

"You know my uncle?" Song Fengjia's eyes flashed with surprise.

Tang Jinyu looked back at the kitchen, and replied without paying too much attention, "Well, we went to Singapore for a business trip together two days ago. President Xiao Song is also a very interesting person."

Song Fengjia lowered his eyes, as if looking at the new set of blue and white porcelain on the table today, but his mind turned a little bit.