Cheng Xiaotian secretly scolded himself as a fool. Did he think of it long ago? Sister Bingbing can't cook, so her mother may not know how to cook. According to general logic, it is because my sister's mother's meal is too delicious, which directly leads to the fact that her sister can't cook.
Oh, it’s useless to think of this, even if you think of it, it’s useless. In Cheng Xiaotian’s previous impression, as long as you are a woman, she can cook, just like she is born to eat. There is no woman in their village who can’t cook. If a woman can’t cook, she will be looked down upon. It’s hard to tell because she can’t even find her in-laws’ family.
Of course, this understanding was what Cheng Xiaotian knew before entering the city. Now, from this moment on, Cheng Xiaotian has a new understanding. A beautiful woman in the city can’t cook, and the more beautiful a woman can’t cook, the more difficult it is to cook.
Han Bing had a cramp in her stomach, and she had any potential for secret injuries when she whipped, but she didn't dare to show it on her face. Han Bing was really impressed by her mother's cooking skills.
There was a time when Han Yu suddenly became interested in cooking for some reason, which directly led to the beginning of Han Bing's miserable life.
From this matter, Han Bing knew that everything people do requires talent. Look at his mother, a smart and neat white-collar worker, how can he fail in ordinary cooking? No matter what high-end, fresh, and nutritious materials, after processing Korean fish, there will only be one ending, black things that exudes a strange smell. Don’t say you eat them, it’s scary to see them.
As the number of failures increases, the color of the food has slightly improved. At least it can barely distinguish the original color, and the smell remains the same. However, Han Bing would rather keep his mother's cooking skills at the same level, because then the mother will know that the things she has processed are absolutely not allowed to eat. Now, Han Yu mistakenly judged that his cooking skills are long and applied this long cooking skills to the actual life, making every meal of Han Bing a nightmare.
Han Bing's most terrifying thing at that time was eating. He slowly kept not going home when he had something to do. Over time, Han Yu finally gave up on his pursuit of cooking and lived with Han Bing again.
The impact of this matter does not end here. Han Bing hates cooking from the bottom of her heart, and it should be unrelated to this incident. Maybe it is because Han Bing, who is still self-aware, doesn't want to be the mistakes of Chongdao's mother. She is deeply hurt by it and doesn't want to be the creator of other people's nightmares.
The red clouds on Han Yu's face were spreading more and more, thinking that cooking was a nightmare that he could never get rid of in his life.
Han Yu also clearly remembered the dark years he learned to cook, and couldn't remember why he remembered that he learned to cook. It seemed that a colleague said that a woman who couldn't cook was like a woman who had never given birth. She was an incomplete woman. She wanted to learn to cook because she was not convinced.
When Han Yu was young, due to work reasons, he often went home in the middle of the night. Han Bing was only six years old at that time, and he never complained about this.
Thinking of a girl as strong as Han Bing, she secretly wiped her tears several times before Han Yu's meal.
Han Yu once discovered it by chance and gave up on his pursuit of cooking
Han Yu followed up with the same conclusion as Han Bing got, and he really didn't have the talent to cook.
Seeing that the atmosphere was a little awkward, Han Bing couldn't bear to be too embarrassed by his mother, so he called Cheng Xiaotian to have dinner with his mother. Cheng Xiaotian woke up from his regret and pulled his mother to the dining table, and told his mother as if he was pleased to tell her every dish he gave to her mother.
Han Yu looked at every dish in front of him and felt a bit dazzling. Nothing wrong, it was just a dazzling feeling. What kind of dish is that? It was simply exquisite works of art.
The Korean fish took a deep breath again, and the rich aroma of the dish was about to penetrate into your body
The stomach, which had been too hungry, began to move again
Han Bing also saw the dishes on the table. Looking at the exquisite dishes, a feeling of discomfort suddenly arose from his heart and asked, Cheng Xiaotian, did you do it on purpose? Why did the food you cooked for me before look like this? It tastes delicious, but it looks like that. Do you have any dissatisfaction with me? Cooking is divided into different levels.
Cheng Xiaotian was enthusiastic about introducing his mother to his mother. Suddenly, Han Bing came to this, but he didn't react to what Han Bing said at first. He was stunned for a long time and said, "What, when did I feel dissatisfied with my sister? It's just who is giving me what kind of dishes. You have also said that my mother is much more beautiful than you, so the dishes cooked for my mother are of course better than the dishes cooked for you!"
Cheng Xiaotian thought after saying that, he wouldn't say the wrong thing again this time. According to the experience I learned from reading, every woman likes the praises of others regardless of age. She just said the wrong thing, but she never did this time.
Did Cheng Xiaotian say the wrong thing this time? The answer is not very clear, because the expression on Han Yu's face did not change much after Cheng Xiaotian's words. However, Han Bing's face became worse and worse as he listened to Cheng Xiaotian's words. Han Bing thought to himself, what, admit that his mother is more beautiful than him, but, but it can't be so excessive. Is it just because he is not as good as his mother, and even the dishes he eats are more than one level lower than his mother's, which is simply too much
Han Bing shouted loudly, Cheng Xiaotian, you are simply too much. If I don’t teach you a lesson today, I will not be Han Bing. After speaking, I threw Cheng Xiaotian under my body again. But this time, both strength and posture are incomparable to the last time. It can be seen that Han Bing was serious this time. Let’s not talk about the result of Han Bing’s serious this time. From now on, the facts proved that Cheng Xiaotian said the wrong thing again, that is, flattering and slapping the horse’s leg again, no matter whether it is the same horse’s leg or not.
Cheng Xiaotian felt a scorching pain coming from his face. He knew that Sister Han Bing was serious this time. He was about to explain that Han Bing's offensive hit Cheng Xiaotian like a sudden storm. He suddenly stunned Cheng Xiaotian, so he forgot his explanation.
Han Yu looked at the happy enemies and got entangled again, and smiled helplessly, but after a while, he felt something was wrong. Han Bing didn't seem to be just doing it like he had just done it. Seeing that posture was not like he was joking, and then Xiaotian's face was scratched, and the blood was slowly flowing down.
Han Yu hurriedly stepped forward and grabbed Han Bing desperately, saying, Bingbing, you are crazy, why are you hitting Xiaotian like this? You see, his face is bleeding
Han Bing struggled to escape his mother and grabbed her hand. When the mother heard her say that she had bleed Xiaotian's face, she thought that her mother was too exaggerated. Although she was a little powerful this time, she would never bleed Xiaotian's face. She looked at the little bastard carefully. No, there were three scratches on her right face. The one in the middle was particularly powerful, slowly oozing out blood, and it had been left.
Han Yu looked at his daughter who was stunned by the side, and knew that she didn't deliberately scratch Cheng Xiaotian's face. She thought that she had not mastered the strength during the fight, so she accidentally made Cheng Xiaotian's face look colorful. She remembered that there seemed to be disinfectant alcohol and gauze in the medicine box at home, so she turned around and went to the room to get it.
Han Bing stood aside embarrassedly, and didn't know what to say. He wanted to teach Cheng Xiaotian a lesson. Who made him such a bastard? He looked at people's appearance. Just look at them. There is no need to bully people so much. He was not that ugly. He actually cooked like that. He didn't realize it before. In fact, compared with ordinary people, Cheng Xiaotian used to cook for himself. But compared with the dishes he cooked for his mother today, it was simply in the sky and underground. The delicious food he had eaten before was simply garbage. You said, it was simply too bullying. How could he not teach him a lesson?
Han Bing thought, biting his lower lip without realizing it, his eyes lowered, and his expression of regret
Cheng Xiaotian was still sitting on the ground, not talking, his expression was a bit strange
When Han Yu came out with disinfectant alcohol and gauze, he saw Han Bing and Cheng Xiaotian standing aside, and the other sitting on the ground without saying anything. He thought that if it were fundamentally the fuse of this war, he suddenly looked up and saw the blood marks on Cheng Xiaotian's face, and secretly complained that he was not serious. He ignored these things for now, walked straight to Cheng Xiaotian and helped Cheng Xiaotian treat the wound.
Cheng Xiaotian raised his eyes and saw Han Yu, his mouth twitched, and the tears in his eyes were like broken beads, one by one, one by one, and the expression of gratitude was like oppressed suffering people suddenly ushered in the Communist Party.
After a while, the broken beads gradually connected into one line, and even covered the place where Han Bing scratched, making the Korean fish unable to treat the wound, let alone bandage it.
Han Yu was about to say something about Cheng Xiaotian, but Cheng Xiaotian cried and cried out loud, and said while crying, "Woo... my sister bullied people, my sister is not a good sister, God, wu... I'm just a joke every day... I used to cook for my sister, because of my sister's health, and I didn't dare to do it too much every day, for fear of losing the nutrition, wu... I'm not because my sister looks ugly, wu... my sister scratched Tiantian's face, wu... my face hurts so much now, wu... my face...
Han Bing had long regretted it. He regretted it from the moment he saw Cheng Xiaotian's face bleeding. Isn't it a big deal? I regret it even more after hearing Cheng Xiaotian's explanation.
Before Cheng Xiaotian could finish his words, Han Bing squatted beside Cheng Xiaotian, touched Cheng Xiaotian's face, and slowly hugged Cheng Xiaotian without saying anything.
Oh, it’s useless to think of this, even if you think of it, it’s useless. In Cheng Xiaotian’s previous impression, as long as you are a woman, she can cook, just like she is born to eat. There is no woman in their village who can’t cook. If a woman can’t cook, she will be looked down upon. It’s hard to tell because she can’t even find her in-laws’ family.
Of course, this understanding was what Cheng Xiaotian knew before entering the city. Now, from this moment on, Cheng Xiaotian has a new understanding. A beautiful woman in the city can’t cook, and the more beautiful a woman can’t cook, the more difficult it is to cook.
Han Bing had a cramp in her stomach, and she had any potential for secret injuries when she whipped, but she didn't dare to show it on her face. Han Bing was really impressed by her mother's cooking skills.
There was a time when Han Yu suddenly became interested in cooking for some reason, which directly led to the beginning of Han Bing's miserable life.
From this matter, Han Bing knew that everything people do requires talent. Look at his mother, a smart and neat white-collar worker, how can he fail in ordinary cooking? No matter what high-end, fresh, and nutritious materials, after processing Korean fish, there will only be one ending, black things that exudes a strange smell. Don’t say you eat them, it’s scary to see them.
As the number of failures increases, the color of the food has slightly improved. At least it can barely distinguish the original color, and the smell remains the same. However, Han Bing would rather keep his mother's cooking skills at the same level, because then the mother will know that the things she has processed are absolutely not allowed to eat. Now, Han Yu mistakenly judged that his cooking skills are long and applied this long cooking skills to the actual life, making every meal of Han Bing a nightmare.
Han Bing's most terrifying thing at that time was eating. He slowly kept not going home when he had something to do. Over time, Han Yu finally gave up on his pursuit of cooking and lived with Han Bing again.
The impact of this matter does not end here. Han Bing hates cooking from the bottom of her heart, and it should be unrelated to this incident. Maybe it is because Han Bing, who is still self-aware, doesn't want to be the mistakes of Chongdao's mother. She is deeply hurt by it and doesn't want to be the creator of other people's nightmares.
The red clouds on Han Yu's face were spreading more and more, thinking that cooking was a nightmare that he could never get rid of in his life.
Han Yu also clearly remembered the dark years he learned to cook, and couldn't remember why he remembered that he learned to cook. It seemed that a colleague said that a woman who couldn't cook was like a woman who had never given birth. She was an incomplete woman. She wanted to learn to cook because she was not convinced.
When Han Yu was young, due to work reasons, he often went home in the middle of the night. Han Bing was only six years old at that time, and he never complained about this.
Thinking of a girl as strong as Han Bing, she secretly wiped her tears several times before Han Yu's meal.
Han Yu once discovered it by chance and gave up on his pursuit of cooking
Han Yu followed up with the same conclusion as Han Bing got, and he really didn't have the talent to cook.
Seeing that the atmosphere was a little awkward, Han Bing couldn't bear to be too embarrassed by his mother, so he called Cheng Xiaotian to have dinner with his mother. Cheng Xiaotian woke up from his regret and pulled his mother to the dining table, and told his mother as if he was pleased to tell her every dish he gave to her mother.
Han Yu looked at every dish in front of him and felt a bit dazzling. Nothing wrong, it was just a dazzling feeling. What kind of dish is that? It was simply exquisite works of art.
The Korean fish took a deep breath again, and the rich aroma of the dish was about to penetrate into your body
The stomach, which had been too hungry, began to move again
Han Bing also saw the dishes on the table. Looking at the exquisite dishes, a feeling of discomfort suddenly arose from his heart and asked, Cheng Xiaotian, did you do it on purpose? Why did the food you cooked for me before look like this? It tastes delicious, but it looks like that. Do you have any dissatisfaction with me? Cooking is divided into different levels.
Cheng Xiaotian was enthusiastic about introducing his mother to his mother. Suddenly, Han Bing came to this, but he didn't react to what Han Bing said at first. He was stunned for a long time and said, "What, when did I feel dissatisfied with my sister? It's just who is giving me what kind of dishes. You have also said that my mother is much more beautiful than you, so the dishes cooked for my mother are of course better than the dishes cooked for you!"
Cheng Xiaotian thought after saying that, he wouldn't say the wrong thing again this time. According to the experience I learned from reading, every woman likes the praises of others regardless of age. She just said the wrong thing, but she never did this time.
Did Cheng Xiaotian say the wrong thing this time? The answer is not very clear, because the expression on Han Yu's face did not change much after Cheng Xiaotian's words. However, Han Bing's face became worse and worse as he listened to Cheng Xiaotian's words. Han Bing thought to himself, what, admit that his mother is more beautiful than him, but, but it can't be so excessive. Is it just because he is not as good as his mother, and even the dishes he eats are more than one level lower than his mother's, which is simply too much
Han Bing shouted loudly, Cheng Xiaotian, you are simply too much. If I don’t teach you a lesson today, I will not be Han Bing. After speaking, I threw Cheng Xiaotian under my body again. But this time, both strength and posture are incomparable to the last time. It can be seen that Han Bing was serious this time. Let’s not talk about the result of Han Bing’s serious this time. From now on, the facts proved that Cheng Xiaotian said the wrong thing again, that is, flattering and slapping the horse’s leg again, no matter whether it is the same horse’s leg or not.
Cheng Xiaotian felt a scorching pain coming from his face. He knew that Sister Han Bing was serious this time. He was about to explain that Han Bing's offensive hit Cheng Xiaotian like a sudden storm. He suddenly stunned Cheng Xiaotian, so he forgot his explanation.
Han Yu looked at the happy enemies and got entangled again, and smiled helplessly, but after a while, he felt something was wrong. Han Bing didn't seem to be just doing it like he had just done it. Seeing that posture was not like he was joking, and then Xiaotian's face was scratched, and the blood was slowly flowing down.
Han Yu hurriedly stepped forward and grabbed Han Bing desperately, saying, Bingbing, you are crazy, why are you hitting Xiaotian like this? You see, his face is bleeding
Han Bing struggled to escape his mother and grabbed her hand. When the mother heard her say that she had bleed Xiaotian's face, she thought that her mother was too exaggerated. Although she was a little powerful this time, she would never bleed Xiaotian's face. She looked at the little bastard carefully. No, there were three scratches on her right face. The one in the middle was particularly powerful, slowly oozing out blood, and it had been left.
Han Yu looked at his daughter who was stunned by the side, and knew that she didn't deliberately scratch Cheng Xiaotian's face. She thought that she had not mastered the strength during the fight, so she accidentally made Cheng Xiaotian's face look colorful. She remembered that there seemed to be disinfectant alcohol and gauze in the medicine box at home, so she turned around and went to the room to get it.
Han Bing stood aside embarrassedly, and didn't know what to say. He wanted to teach Cheng Xiaotian a lesson. Who made him such a bastard? He looked at people's appearance. Just look at them. There is no need to bully people so much. He was not that ugly. He actually cooked like that. He didn't realize it before. In fact, compared with ordinary people, Cheng Xiaotian used to cook for himself. But compared with the dishes he cooked for his mother today, it was simply in the sky and underground. The delicious food he had eaten before was simply garbage. You said, it was simply too bullying. How could he not teach him a lesson?
Han Bing thought, biting his lower lip without realizing it, his eyes lowered, and his expression of regret
Cheng Xiaotian was still sitting on the ground, not talking, his expression was a bit strange
When Han Yu came out with disinfectant alcohol and gauze, he saw Han Bing and Cheng Xiaotian standing aside, and the other sitting on the ground without saying anything. He thought that if it were fundamentally the fuse of this war, he suddenly looked up and saw the blood marks on Cheng Xiaotian's face, and secretly complained that he was not serious. He ignored these things for now, walked straight to Cheng Xiaotian and helped Cheng Xiaotian treat the wound.
Cheng Xiaotian raised his eyes and saw Han Yu, his mouth twitched, and the tears in his eyes were like broken beads, one by one, one by one, and the expression of gratitude was like oppressed suffering people suddenly ushered in the Communist Party.
After a while, the broken beads gradually connected into one line, and even covered the place where Han Bing scratched, making the Korean fish unable to treat the wound, let alone bandage it.
Han Yu was about to say something about Cheng Xiaotian, but Cheng Xiaotian cried and cried out loud, and said while crying, "Woo... my sister bullied people, my sister is not a good sister, God, wu... I'm just a joke every day... I used to cook for my sister, because of my sister's health, and I didn't dare to do it too much every day, for fear of losing the nutrition, wu... I'm not because my sister looks ugly, wu... my sister scratched Tiantian's face, wu... my face hurts so much now, wu... my face...
Han Bing had long regretted it. He regretted it from the moment he saw Cheng Xiaotian's face bleeding. Isn't it a big deal? I regret it even more after hearing Cheng Xiaotian's explanation.
Before Cheng Xiaotian could finish his words, Han Bing squatted beside Cheng Xiaotian, touched Cheng Xiaotian's face, and slowly hugged Cheng Xiaotian without saying anything.
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