Buddhist Miracle Doctor: The Dark Prince, Can't Get Rid of Him

If you don't pick, I won't cook for you!

Mu Yingbao muttered this in his heart, not moving at all!

She didn't believe that this person would make a fuss about this matter and get angry.

"Father, mother is really tired and shouldn't work any more. I'll make dumplings for you. We're going to eat today. Dumplings cook very quickly." Brother Hui spoke quickly, and without waiting for Xue Wenyu's response, he turned around and ran out.

Xue Wenyu was not even given a chance to refuse.

"Look, you're not even as good as a child." Xue Wenyu looked at Mu Yingbao and criticized him unceremoniously.

"How can it be the same? You are his father, he should respect you, but you are not my father, why should I care about you when I am not feeling well myself?" Mu Yingbao rolled his eyes at him and replied.

Cough cough cough, Mu Yingbao's words affected Tao Qingyuan who was drinking tea.

"You said you were weak and tired, but I see you are full of energy to take care of your sick tooth." Xue Wenyu advised himself in his heart to stay calm and not get angry.

Otherwise, if you start a big fight over a meal, wouldn't that make people laugh?

"My Lord, you are really wronging me. I feel so bad that I don't have the energy to make lunch for you. If I don't force myself to chat with you, it would be too disrespectful to you." Mu Yingbao said aggrievedly.

Listening to her serious nonsense, Xue Wenyu's mouth twitched. How could he meet such a woman?

"Since you have such superb medical skills, why would you marry someone who is likely to become a widow?" Xue Wenyu changed the subject and decided to talk about something serious. He couldn't argue with her like this anymore.

Hearing this, Mu Yingbao smiled shyly, "Isn't it because I was young and ignorant? Besides, everyone makes mistakes when they are young."

Although her expression was too exaggerated and fake, it didn't make people feel awkward. Instead, it was cute and playful.

"Oh, now that you're older, you've become more sensible and calmer?" Xue Wenyu deliberately emphasized his age.

Mu Yingbao nodded; "People learn lessons from failure, slowly accumulate life experience, and grow up slowly."

This made sense. Not only did Xue Wenyu nod his head, but Tao Qingyuan, who was watching the fun, also agreed with it.

"But I've just turned eighteen. I'm the rising sun, a bud about to bloom. How can I be old?" Mu Yingbao suddenly interrupted and corrected.

In modern times, it is normal for an eighteen-year-old to still be a student in school.

He is so thick-skinned that he even praises himself! Xue Wenyu shook his head slightly.

Women of this age would have been married and had several children.

Unlike her, she is married but still dresses like a girl.

At this time, Brother Hui came in with a tray.

On the large tray, there was a large boron, a small soup boron, and a small saucer.

Seeing his son coming in like this, Xue Wenyu felt a little uncomfortable. There were three adults in the room, and they actually asked a nine-year-old child to do this!

"Dad, come and eat." Brother Hui put the tray on the table, placed the food on it one by one on the table, and called him.

Xue Wenyu walked over and saw that the big bowl contained dumplings, the small bowl contained clear soup, and the plate contained seasonings.

"Father." As soon as Xue Wenyu sat down, Brother Hui immediately handed him the plan.

Eat one quickly, and you will know how delicious it is and how good mother’s cooking skills are!

Brother Hui has always been troubled by the fact that his father could not accept his mother's treatment of men, and now he can use his mother's cooking skills to make up for it.

Xue Wenyu looked at the dumplings, then looked up at Mu Yingbao and thought, he really has not made any progress. He can only cook food that can be eaten by boiling in water.

Look at these dumplings, they are in all kinds of shapes, so ugly.

Just from the shape of the dumplings, Xue Wenyu concluded that they were not delicious.

I wanted to put down my chopsticks and just go out to eat, but then I thought that the dumplings were cooked by my child after all, and I wouldn't want to hurt his feelings.

So he picked up a dumpling, dipped it in the seasoning, opened his mouth, took a small bite, and started eating carefully.

If it doesn't taste good, you should eat less just to pretend.

However, just with this small bite, when you bite through the cross-section of the dumpling, a fresh and fragrant aroma slowly spreads in your mouth.

Good? What kind of filling? Xue Wenyu looked at the bite mark of half a dumpling on the board.

It’s hard to tell what the emerald green dish is, and there’s also meat.

This time, he took the dumpling on the chopsticks and put it into his mouth in one bite, chewing it slowly.

You know what, the shape of the bun is ugly, but the taste is really delicious!

Could it be that I didn't eat lunch on time today and was very hungry? So no matter how bad the food tastes, it tastes delicious to me?

While mumbling to himself, he put the dumplings into his mouth, one at a time! His speed was getting faster and faster!

Mu Yingbao looked distressed. There were too many dumplings, and he planned to fry them and eat them with wine in the evening!

There were probably about fifty more, and it seemed that Brother Hui had cooked them all.

This brat, how filial he is! Just cook eight or ten for him out of pity! Mu Ying glanced at Brother Hui, but Brother Hui pretended not to see it out of guilt.

Looking at Xue Wenyu eating dumplings, he was like a whirlwind, just like he was released from prison. Mu Yingbao really wanted to ask him how many days he hadn't eaten!

However, seeing how much he enjoyed eating, Mu Yingbao felt a sense of accomplishment and decided not to argue with him.

When the dumplings were being put into the pot, Brother Hui had ordered sixty-three of them, enough for him, his mother, and his great-grandfather to have dinner together.

When he was cooking the dumplings just now, he thought that this was his first time cooking for his father, and what if he didn't put enough, so he put all the dumplings in the pot.

Now, the big bowl was empty in a short while. My father was obviously full, but he still finished all the food at the bottom.

Brother Hui was a little scared by the way his father ate.

But when I think about the first time I ate the meal my mother cooked, it was the same. I was obviously full, but I still couldn’t put down my chopsticks.

When Brother Hui saw his father put down his chopsticks, he moved the soup bowl towards him.

Xue Wenyu picked it up and took a few sips; "What kind of soup is this? Did you make it?" He couldn't tell.

"Dumpling soup, mother said the original soup is the original food." Brother Hui answered immediately. "There are many details to pay attention to." Xue Wenyu muttered in a low voice. "Father, how does it taste?" Brother Hui asked deliberately.

Xue Wenyu took out a handkerchief and wiped the corners of his mouth with elegance. "As for the taste, it's just so-so. It looks really ugly."

When Mu Yingbao heard this, she almost took off her embroidered shoes and rubbed them on his face. She ate carelessly and like a hungry ghost.

Be sloppy, it really looks ugly.

When Mu Yingbao heard this, she almost took off her embroidered shoes and rubbed them on his face. She ate carelessly and like a hungry ghost.

"Dad, the ingredients were prepared by mom, and as for the dumplings, I made them with mom and my great-grandfather. We were all hungry, so it would be too slow if we didn't do it together. Mom said that it doesn't matter whether the dumplings look good or not, as long as they are wrapped well and the fillings don't come out." Brother Hui explained embarrassedly.

Xue Wenyu understood, nodded, stood up, looked at Brother Hui and said, "Dinner is ready. If your father doesn't come, remember to call him."

After that, he walked up to Tao Qingyuan, said hello to him and left. "What the hell? Did I hear correctly? He wants to have dinner with us!" Xue Wenyu

After leaving the house, Mu Yingbao came back to his senses. With his eyes wide open, he pointed at the door and asked the old man and the young man in the house...