Uncle Nine, where are you running to?

"I already told you to call me daddy." As if afraid of being discovered, Lin Ying quickly closed her eyes and raised her arm to shield them. "It's hard for you to still make excuses for me. The sunlight outside the window... is too bright. It hurts my eyes and I can't open them."

"……Oh."

Jingzhi automatically ignored the first half of the sentence.

She stood up, leaned over the bed, stretched out her hand to pull the curtains for him, lowered her head and teased him, "Are you really crying from a nightmare?"

"Oh, so what? Xiaozhi, do you want to comfort me?"

He had never joked with her like that before.

Jingzhi was stunned for two seconds, squatted down and touched his forehead, and touched her own hand with her other hand, "You don't have a fever? You are not Lin Ying, who are you? Come out of Xiaoying's body!"

The touch of her forehead was warm, and Lin Ying's expression froze. She turned her body to the inside, and her hand naturally slipped away. Lin Ying breathed a sigh of relief, and her rationality gradually returned.

He wrapped himself in the quilt and changed the subject: "How long have I been sleeping?"

"It's almost noon, Ah Shi has almost prepared dinner, I thought you wouldn't get up to eat." She curled her lips, and the man, seeing that he was showing some signs of getting up, backed off. Alas.

Lin Ying was shocked by her words.

"Huh?" He propped himself up on the bed with one elbow and slowly sat up. "Ashi is cooking?"

Jingzhi was stunned. "Yeah, he said he has been cooking for more than ten years, and it's delicious."

Lin Ying slapped his forehead suddenly.

"What's wrong?" Jingzhi asked.

Lin Ying didn't answer, but quickly got out of bed to put on her clothes and shoes. Halfway through, she suddenly smelled a foul odor.

He subconsciously looked at Jingzhi.

Jingzhi frowned unhappily and pointed at him, "I didn't poop again, look at yourself!"

She pulled out a mirror and held it up to him.

When he was putting on his clothes just now, the collar rubbed against his skin, and a streak of black and gray dirt stuck to the collar of his coat.

Lin Ying couldn't believe it, so she turned her neck and brushed off the dirt.

As a result, the more you touch, the more strips appear, and the bigger they become.

The short Jingzhi suffered an unexpected disaster and was caught in a rain of dirt.

She took a few steps back, lowered her head and slapped her hair frantically, "Ahhh, I'm not clean anymore! You'd better go take a shower!"

Just as she finished speaking, she rushed outside, "No! I want to take a shower too!"

Looking at the hurried child's back and the little slippers left on the ground and thrown all over the place by her, Lin Ying's mood inexplicably improved.

He held onto the door frame and shouted at the figure running upstairs: "I told you to wash first, why are you going upstairs? Don't go to the second floor."

Jingzhi stopped and glanced towards the corridor of the room. "I'm going to the third floor to take a shower. You can use the bathroom downstairs. Ah Shi's meal is almost ready."

what?

No, huh?

Lin Ying finally remembered the important matter. The food that Ah Shi cooked was simply inedible.

But he is now looking pale and smelly, so he definitely cannot go out.

He clung to the door frame and shouted towards the kitchen, "Ashi, don't touch that fish in the sink!"

"Got it, Master! I made a big meal today, come out and eat!"

Ah Shi came over with a shovel, and Lin Ying immediately retracted her head and said okay.

Feast?

Lin Ying rolled her eyes, took her clothes, and walked towards the bathroom covertly...

……

When he finally finished scrubbing off the dirt and came out of the bathroom with a fresh scent, he heard a lot of "wow wow" coming from the kitchen.

Could it be that Ah Shi's craftsmanship has improved unprecedentedly?

Lin Ying, who had suffered a lot from Ah Shi's cooking before, was really curious.

I walked over and saw the child wearing a white lace apron, standing on a stool and shaking a large spoon.

After adding a spoonful of cooking wine, as she skillfully stirred the wok, the fire under the pot burned into the pot, and with a bang, flames shot up into the sky.

What an explosive scene.

The "wows" around became louder, and the third child even clapped his hands.

Xiao Wu wanted to say something but stopped himself. He paced back and forth behind the crowd, fearing that Jingzhi's eyebrows would be raised by the fire.

"Xiaozhi, come on, even the eldest brother's food won't kill you. Come down quickly. If the master sees you, he will definitely scold you again!"

"Asshole!!"

An angry shout came from behind.

Xiao Wu straightened his neck and looked back, "Master, Master..."

Before she could finish, a gust of wind filled with the smell of soap blew over quickly.

Xiaowu’s first reaction: Why is Master taking a bath in the middle of the day?

Second reaction: The brothers are finished.

Sure enough, the third one who was clapping was the first to suffer and was pulled out of the crowd by his ears.

Hearing the sound, Jingzhi quickly turned off the fire and took the last dish out of the pot.

Just as she picked up the bowl and was about to turn around, Lin Ying pushed her and the bowl into the corner.

He took the plate from her hand, put it on the table without even looking at it, put his fingers against her face and looked left and right, then pried her fingers apart to examine it carefully, and asked worriedly:

"Are you burned?"

As he spoke, he glared fiercely at the disciples who were standing nearby with their heads down, pretending to be quails. "How old is she? How old are you? You want her to cook for you? How shameless are you!!"

Jingzhi smiled and rubbed his frown, explaining: "Big Brother is bragging. The food he cooks is terrible. I took the initiative to cook the food. I told you that you have a stomach problem and can't eat his food."

Lin Ying's fierce eyes froze for a moment, and he pointed at his nose, "Did you make this dish specially for me?"

"Yeah." She nodded gently. "I wanted to ask you to go out for dinner, but you took too long in the shower and it was past dinner time."

She took his hand, walked to the dining table and sat down. She then secretly waved to the apprentices and whispered, "Eat."

Then he pushed the two dishes and a bowl of rice in front of Lin Ying and said, "Uncle Ying, eat."

Lin Ying looked at the two delicious dishes, tried her best to control her trembling fingers, and touched her face, "Call me daddy."

She lowered her eyes and played with the small spoon in her hand, and stopped talking.

Lin Ying's eyes darkened, as if he had realized something, and he stopped forcing it.

He withdrew his hand, picked up the chopsticks at hand, picked up a piece of food and mechanically put it into his mouth.

My mind was restless and my thoughts were scattered. In fact, I couldn't taste anything, but Lin Ying said softly, "It's not delicious. Don't make it next time."

"Clap."

The chopsticks in her hand fell to the table, and she bit her lower lip with her small teeth, trying her best to suppress the emotions that were about to explode.

"No." The second brother came over and took a piece with his chopsticks. As he ate, he said, "It's crispy on the outside and tender on the inside, salty and delicious. This tofu can be sold. Master, did you just wake up and your appetite is bland?"

Jingzhi pulled the corner of his mouth and pushed the two dishes away. "If it doesn't taste good, don't eat it. Everyone, eat it."

The atmosphere is really weird.

A few people sat far away and had a meal. It had never been so quiet.

Everyone's chopsticks were only pointed at Jingzhi's two plates of food.

Ah Shi held the bowl and looked at Lin Ying and Jing Zhi, trying to lighten the mood. He smiled and pushed the dishes he had made towards his fellow apprentices, saying, "I didn't cook well. At least it's all cooked this time."

The third brother used his chopsticks to circle around several dishes, and finally chose to take two mouthfuls of rice, "This rice is steamed well (chew chew chew), tsk, why is this rice stuck in my teeth."

The fourth brother grinned and nudged him with his elbow, "Some rice is not cooked, so it will get stuck in your teeth."

"Xiaozhi... I can't understand why you are so nice to me."

The third brother, holding his rice in his mouth, slowed down his movements and looked at Lin Ying, then glanced at the others. [What do you mean?]

He lip-synced.

A few people shook their heads imperceptibly.

A faint light flickered. She had never been one to hold back her words.

Several apprentices were wondering why she didn't sit in the high chair today.

I just watched her grow bigger and bigger, and become more and more graceful.

The white skirt on her body also stretched and lengthened as her body changed, as if it was one with her.

Only an apron was stretched tightly around her.

Jingzhi reached behind her waist and untied the knot.

She took off her apron and placed it on her knees, pinching it with her fingertips and staring intently at Lin Ying beside her:

"I regret it. I don't want to be your daughter."

"Just pretend I didn't agree last night, okay?"

Lin Ying gently touched the small rubber bands in her trouser pockets and said in a tight voice, "Are you teasing me again?"

"No." She tried to explain, but her mouth was blocked by Lin Ying.

How could she not know what the food she cooked tasted like?

Jingzhi was unwilling to accept this.

When he blocked her, she grabbed his wrist and pushed it down.

"Lin Ying, I like you in the way a woman likes a man."

His pupils shrank, and this time he really covered her mouth with his hands.

Looking at the familiar eyes in front of her, how could Lin Ying not think of what she looked like as a child?

Every time he called me "Dad" before, it now became a brick in the wall of his heart.

He clenched his fist and placed it on his knee, saying coldly, "I only treat you as a child."

Those eyes full of expectation suddenly became dim.

It was as if a nightmare had come true, and countless tears rolled down the back of his hand.

Every drop is filled with regret and unwillingness.

As if burned by her tears, Lin Ying pulled his hand back abruptly and stood up. "I'll rest for a while, don't be lazy."

Jingzhi stood up and said, "Aying, it's my fault. I shouldn't have turned into a child and played with you."

She took a few quick steps and came to him. She sniffed secretly, wiped her tears and stretched out a hand to him, "Can we get to know each other again? My name is Lin Jingzhi, I-"

"Snapped!"

Lin Ying raised her wrist to separate her hand, her eyes full of complexity, "Xiaozhi, the impression has been formed, there is no way to change it, I can't fall in love with you."