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It was so sad that the sister he had raised with so much difficulty actually called him brother for the first time, but the person she called him wasn't the one he called.

Song Yan felt sour in her heart: "Yaya, I am the brother."

Yaya turned her head to look at him, and finally recognized that the person in front of her was her real brother. She called out sweetly, "Brother~"

"Hey!" Song Yan responded happily, put down the teapot in his hand, picked up the little girl and kissed her warmly.

Shu Changyu looked indifferent. He picked up the teapot on the table and leisurely poured a cup of tea.

Song Wanzhou looked at Shu Changyu cautiously, and secretly sighed in his heart: Sister Shu is so beautiful.

Only Song Zhengdu had a very complicated expression on his face.

He got up this morning and looked through the book "Mencius" that Shu Changyu gave him yesterday. The content of the book was too profound for him.

But looking at the notes on the side, they are too unorthodox.

Especially when he saw Mencius put forward the views such as "theory of human nature", "benevolent government" and "distinction between righteousness and profit", the four big words "bullshit" were written next to them.

Really...really...

Song Zhengdu was speechless for a moment.

Although the content was somewhat unorthodox, some other viewpoints were quite unique and gave Song Zhengdu a refreshing feeling.

After grilling the skewers, Song Yan saw that it was still early, so she didn't rush to make a fire. Instead, she went to the yard to pick some mint and make lemon tea.

It can also help relieve the greasiness when you eat barbecue later.

I have citrons at home. I cut them in half, squeeze out the citron juice and drip it into the brewed green tea. Slice the other half, remove the seeds, throw it into the kettle, and finally add some honey.

Simply brew a pot of lemon tea.

When Shu Changyu saw Song Yan putting citron into the tea, he already had a strange look on his face.

Seeing Song Yan pour two spoonfuls of honey, Shu Changyu frowned deeply.

Song Yan patted the mint and was about to throw it into the kettle. He asked Shu Changyu: "Is it okay to put two pieces of mint?"

Shu Changyu said expressionlessly: "As you wish."

Song Yan poured a glass of lemonade, bent down and sniffed it, the aroma of mint came to her nose, and she took a sip. The tea had the fragrance of lemon and a slight sweet and sour taste, which was the taste.

Turning back, he saw Shu Changyu staring at the cup in his hand without blinking. Song Yan thought he wanted to try it too, so he said, "Would you like some too?"

Shu Changyu declined: "No need."

Seeing his resistance, Song Yan couldn't help but want to tease him: "You really don't want to drink a sip?"

Shu Changyu frowned: "No."

Song Yan held the teacup in front of him and said in a coaxing tone, "Trust me, it's really delicious."

Shu Changyu still refused.

Song Yan said with a look of regret: "Since you don't like it, forget it, let's drink it ourselves."

Song Wanzhou watched the two of them interacting with each other and smiled secretly, covering his mouth.

Song Zhengdu next to her looked at her in confusion.

When the time came to Youshi, the aroma of food wafted from the Niu family opposite.

After waiting for a long time, Shu Changyu was getting impatient: "Isn't it time yet?"

"Almost done." Song Yan took a sip of lemon tea and stood up.

"Erlin Erya, come and help move the chairs."

The dining table, chairs and small stools were all moved to the yard.

Song Yan carried two small red clay stoves, placed them on the dining table, and used a few bricks to insulate the bottom.

Then throw in a few pieces of charcoal, add some wheat straw, and light the charcoal fire.

Song Yan fanned the charcoal with a palm-leaf fan. When the charcoal started burning, he set up the iron net and shouted, "Er Ya, bring out the skewers."

“There’s still oil!”

Song Wanzhou said in the room: "Here they come!"

Then, Song Wanzhou brought out a few plates of meat skewers and placed them on the table.

Song Yan grabbed a handful of lamb skewers and spread them on the iron net.

He flipped the skewers skillfully, and the lamb skewers gradually took on an attractive golden color under the roasting of charcoal fire.

The grilled meat skewers were tumbling over the charcoal fire, and the fat dripping made a sizzling sound.

The heat from the charcoal fire is accompanied by the aroma of smoke, and the air around is filled with the aroma of lamb kebabs.

Shu Changyu leaned lazily on the chair, sitting there like a big boss waiting for his meal.

One stove was roasting lamb skewers, and the other was roasting river fish. Song Yan's hands were shuttling back and forth between the two stoves, busy in an orderly manner.

The river grouper is spread flat on the iron net. The fish body gradually tightens under the baking of charcoal fire, and the fish skin begins to turn slightly brown.

From time to time, Song Yan dipped a brush in oil and smeared it on the surface of the fish.

The river fish was still being grilled, but the kebabs over there had already been grilled, and finally sprinkled with a handful of cumin and chili powder, and it was done.

The first skewer was enjoyed by Chef Song first.

The surface is slightly charred, the meat is soft and tender, and with a light bite, the juicy meat overflows, and your mouth is filled with the aroma of cumin and a slight spicy taste.

Simply delicious.

Chef Song gave himself full marks with satisfaction.

Song Wanzhou couldn't wait any longer: "Brother, can I eat now?"

"You can eat it now, but be careful of the heat." Song Yan said, taking a skewer of lamb from the corner and giving it to Shu Changyu, "Here, this one doesn't have chili powder in it."

Shu Changyu didn't answer: "Mutton?"

Song Yan said unhappily, "You don't want to eat mutton either?"

Shu Changyu: "It smells like mutton."

This young lady is really hard to please, Song Yan secretly complained and explained to him: "My mutton doesn't smell bad, you try it."

How could the mutton he took out of the refrigerator smell like meat?

Shu Changyu took the lamb skewers reluctantly with a look of disgust.

Song Wanzhou chewed the mutton skewers and said, "Brother Shu, this mutton skewers is really not smelly, it's very fragrant."

Song Zhengdu on the side also nodded: "Not smelly."

Shu Changyu then took a bite hesitantly, and to his surprise, there was no smell of mutton at all. The lamb was roasted very tender and was indeed good.

On another stove, the fish meat was roasted over charcoal fire, becoming crispy on the outside and tender on the inside, exuding a unique aroma.

Song Yan swiftly picked up the grilled river fish, put it on a plate, and placed it in front of Shu Changyu: "Your fish."

Then he went to grill chicken wings, his favorite chicken wings.

Shu Changyu picked up the fish with chopsticks, blew on it, and then put it into his mouth.

The fish skin was slightly charred, but the inside was tender and juicy.

As soon as you put it in your mouth, the delicious taste of the fish instantly blooms on the tip of your tongue, accompanied by a slight burnt aroma and the unique aroma of cumin, which makes you unable to stop.

Because there were no fish bones, Shu Changyu ate the fish very quickly.

Song Yan was grilling his chicken wings when Shu Changyu pushed an empty plate with only a whole fish bone left in front of him.

And he said confidently: "I want more."

Song Yan: “…”

He knew that one fish would definitely not satisfy Shu Changyu, so luckily he prepared two fish.

"There's one more thing. Wait a minute." Song Yan asked him, "Would you like some rice wine?"

"Rice wine?" Shu Changyu said disdainfully, "It's too bland. I won't drink it."

Song Yan asked again: "Wine?"

Shu Changyu raised his eyebrows: "It's bland, I won't drink it."

Even the wine is considered bland. Is Shu Changyu so arrogant?

Song Yan was also aroused by the desire to win, and finally used his trump card. He challenged: "I still have strong liquor here, do you dare to drink it?"