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"Really, Han Chen?"

Han Chen paused, "Yes."

"Just turn your phone to silent and forget it. Out of sight, out of mind."

Buzz—buzz—the phone vibrated twice again untimely.

"Okay," Han Chen took out his phone.

on the screen.

Zhou Mo: What about people?

Zhou Mo: Why didn't you speak again?

Han Chen replied quickly: something happened.

Zhou Mo: ok.

Han Chen turned the phone to silent, put it back in his pocket, and pretended nothing happened.

Zongzheng picked up the cigarette, pinched it out with three fingers, and threw the cigarette butt into the trash can.

He pointed to a pot of processed shrimp in front of him and asked, "Which one of you can do it?"

Han Chen: "I won't."

"I guess Du Moliang won't either."

Zongzheng washed his hands, opened the drawer to search, and finally found an apron in a certain cabinet, and he shook it open.

"Is the celery ready?"

"All right."

The leaves had already been removed from the celery, so Han Chen took the basin and rinsed it several times under the tap.

Zongzheng took out the cutting board and the knife, chopped the celery into short pieces in two or three strokes, set the pan on fire and poured oil on it in one go.

Seeing his vigorous movements, Han Chen couldn't help frowning. While stepping aside, he turned on the range hood above.

Zongzheng was a strong man in his mid-eighties, wearing a blue-purple floral apron, the contrast... Han Chen couldn't appreciate it.

Du Moliang, who came to inspect the kitchen, saw Zongzheng's outfit, and couldn't straighten up laughing instantly, "Pfft—hahahaha..."

Zongzheng stared at him coldly, "What's so funny?"

Du Moliang clutched his stomach, couldn't stand up straight against the door, his face was cramped, he couldn't speak, so he could only wave his hands, "No, no, I have to, take it easy...hahahaha..."

Zongzheng ignored him, and when the oil was hot, he put in the frying ingredients first, then the onion, ginger and garlic, and stir-fried over high heat.The flames were burning high, but Zongzheng was not afraid at all, holding a frying spoon in one hand, circling on the fire, and continuing to stir-fry the spices.

When the pot was full of red oil, he put down the pot, poured a pot of fresh shrimps into it, and continued to stir fry violently like sand.

Brutal and rough, this is the way Zongzheng stir-fries shrimp.

Han Chen frowned.

Finally holding back his smile, Du Moliang came over and patted Han Chen on the shoulder, "He, hahaha, is such a person. Hahaha, let's go, let's steam the rice."

The two steamed the rice, and Zongzheng quickly fried two vegetarian dishes.

Before the dishes were cooked, Zongzheng came out of the kitchen with a spatula. He had a serious face and listened attentively, "Is Xiaoyi awake?"

"No?" Du Moliang pricked up his ears, "I didn't hear anything." Putting down the bowls and chopsticks in his hand, "I'll go and have a look."

Then Zongzheng re-entered the kitchen.

Not long after, Du Moliang came back holding Zong Yi who was crying.

Zong Yi was wronged, tears were still on his face, and he was sobbing. He was like an obedient little sheep, lying on Du Moliang's shoulder.

Du Moliang patted him on the back, "Why are you crying, aren't your uncle and I here?"

Zong Yi grabbed the cuff of Du Moliang's short sleeve with his small hand, "Mom..."

"Your mother went to work," Du Moliang's tone was not gentle at all, and he even slapped Zong Yi's ass pretending to be punitive, "Your father is here, what kind of mother are you looking for, man, don't cry."

Zong Yi's nose twitched, his mouth was shriveled, and his small facial features shrunk. With a cry of "Wow--", he closed his eyes and cried loudly.

Zongzheng came out of the kitchen with a spatula in his hand, "Why are you crying, why are you crying!"

Zong Yi shut up instantly, tears streaming down his face.

Du Moliang hugged Zong Yi and turned his back to Zongzheng, "Your dad is making a bad face again, ignore him, let's watch cartoons."

He brought Zong Yi to the living room.

Maybe it was because Zongzheng made a fuss about Zong Yi, or maybe Du Moliang used cartoons to attract Zong Yi's attention. Zong Yi was sniffling, but didn't cry anymore.

Du Moliang took out the paper in disgust and cleaned it up for Zong Yi.

"You, you are such a tosser," Du Moliang carried Zong Yi to the bathroom to wash his face again.

Accidentally during the period, Du Moliang's shirt was splashed with water, and he carried Zong Yi out like fishing for a fish, "Han Chen, help me take him for a while."

Han Chen grabbed Zong Yi's armpit and took it, letting him sit on his lap.

Zong Yi didn't recognize him, his little hands were tangled together, and he looked up at Han Chen curiously.

"See what I'm doing?" Han Chen looked at Zong Yi's innocent face, suddenly smiled softly, and lightly brushed Zong Yi's fleshy face with his fingertips.

Zong Yi was so amused, "Uncle, I've seen you before, and the beautiful aunts even said you are so good-looking and handsome."

Du Moliang changed into a t-shirt, came out of the room, and heard his nephew praising Han Chen.

"You little guy, you will be a Duan Shui master all day long, right?"

Zong Yi didn't understand what "Master Duan Shui" meant, so he giggled twice, "Mom also said that uncle is pretty."

Du Moliang frowned, "Why did your mother praise other men? Are you afraid that your father will be jealous?"

Zong Yi took it for granted, "Mom often praises other uncles for their good looks."

Du Moliang took Zong Yi from Han Chen's arms, and lightly rewarded Zong Yi with a bang, "Don't talk nonsense in the future."

Then put Zong Yi on the ground like a bird, "Let's play."

Zong Yi kicked and ran to the kitchen.

Du Moliang turned around and asked Han Chen, "Have you met Xiao Yi?"

Han Chen nodded, "I went to the pediatrics for a consultation, and Xiao Yi happened to be there at the time."

Du Moliang chuckled, "This kid, despite his young age, he has a good memory. I guess my sister and the nurses in their department praised you in private, and he heard it."

Han Chen lowered his head and smiled slightly.

Seeing his gentle expression, Du Moliang was suddenly frightened.

On weekdays, Han Chen has a sage face that strangers don't get close to, even with people who are familiar with him, he doesn't see how pleasant he is.

Why is Zong Yi hugged, the whole person is different?

"Get out!" There was a sudden fury from the kitchen.

Zong Yi ran out of it as if fleeing, and plunged into Du Moliang's arms.

"What's wrong? Did you make your father angry again?" Du Moliang held Zong Yi's head in his hands.

Zong Yi shrank into Du Moliang's arms and turned his head to look behind him.

Zong Zheng came out of the kitchen with a dish in one hand, looked in Zong Yi's direction, "Try messing around with the things in the kitchen!"

Zong Yi hugged Du Moliang's thigh in fright, not daring to look at Zong Zheng.

Du Moliang hugged Zong Yi, "You, you, when can you stop being so naughty? Not to mention your father, your uncle, I want to punish you."

"Uncle..." Zong Yi hugged Du Moliang's neck, murmuring coquettishly.

"Ok?"

"I'm not moving, things in the kitchen," Zong Yi said vaguely, with a bit of aggrieved voice.

Du Moliang patted Zong Yi's head, and yelled in the direction of the kitchen, "Did you hear that? Your son said he would never touch anything in the kitchen again."

Zongzheng came out with a big pot of shrimps, "You guys just protect him!"

Du Moliang said with a smile: "Xiao Yi is your son, not your enemy, so why treat him so fiercely?"

Zongzheng put the porcelain basin on the dining table and said viciously, "He is my enemy."