Crossing 1992: Contracting a barren mountain and becoming a huge demolition household

After spending a long time together, although Ye Wenhui respected the two professors, she no longer had the same admiring attitude as when they first met.

Once before, Ye Wenhui specially invited the two of them to dinner at home to thank them for taking care of Ye Ke.

Everything was normal at first, until Professor Xu suddenly had an idea and said he wanted to try it too.

Just give it a try. Ye Wenhui naturally thought that since she dared to speak up, she would definitely do it.

At the same time, Ye Wenhui muttered to herself, "As expected of a professor, this cultured person is always strict in his words." If she had said without any modesty that she was going to show off her skills, Professor Xu would have been so polite as to say that he wanted to try it.

At the beginning, everything was in order. Ye Wenhui even thought that the professor's cooking was different. He was calm and slow, unlike her, who could finish the job in just two clicks.

It was not until later, when Ye Wenhui watched the flames in the pot burning, that the usually calm and elegant Professor Xu panicked and became flustered. He even mistook the oil for water and wanted to add more fuel to the fire.

Fortunately, Ye Wenhui was quick-witted and stopped Professor Xu from pouring oil with one hand, and quickly picked up the lid of the pot and covered it with the other hand.

Having prevented the disaster from happening, Ye Wenhui heaved a long sigh of relief. Looking at Professor Xu who was still in shock, she secretly shook her head.

It's not that she complained, but all the filters of elegance, confidence, strength and reliability were shattered at this moment. She felt that Professor Xu and Ye Ke were no different when they were jumping around and getting into trouble.

Ye Wenhui couldn't even tell whether Professor Xu, who set fire to the kitchen, was more capable, or Ye Ke, who poisoned his family, was more capable.

Professor Xu finally came to her senses from the blazing fire. She patted her chest with lingering fear, then looked at Ye Wenhui and smiled shyly, "I'm so sorry, Xiaohui, this is my first time cooking. I'm glad you're here today."

In fact, it was precisely because of Ye Wenhui's presence, and her ease in performing the previous cooking process, that Professor Xu developed the confidence and illusion that if he could see it with his eyes, he should be able to do it with his hands as well.

Ye Wenhui of course didn't say anything to her, but just asked curiously, "So is it Professor Feng who cooks for you at home?"

"Yeah." Professor Xu nodded with a smile, "But we eat in the cafeteria most of the time. Only when we occasionally want to eat at home will Old Feng cook a few dishes."

Why occasionally? Because Lao Feng’s cooking wasn’t very good, and they would only eat at home when they were really tired of eating out.

Ye Wenhui sighed inwardly again. She could not believe it. Professor Feng usually looked so serious and old-fashioned. She had thought that he was someone who adhered to the concept of "a gentleman should stay away from the kitchen." She had not expected that he was actually a househusband.

After this conversation, Ye Wenhui changed her opinion of Professor Feng. She suddenly felt that the professor and his wife were much more down-to-earth, and when she came into contact with them again, she felt less worshipful and more intimate.

Professor Xu, who was very down-to-earth, held Ruirui in his arms and coaxed her, "Do you want to go to Grandma Xu's house to play? Grandma Xu has a lot of toys at home."

Although Professor Feng on the side did not say anything, the love and expectation in his eyes had already been revealed.

Cubs are lovable, especially this chubby, well-behaved and quiet one.

Ruirui fluttered her eyes and said in a baby voice, "I'll play with you, even if I don't have toys."

Alas, there is nothing I can do about these adults. Why do they have to have him accompany me?