After binding the investment system, I began to cultivate the empress

A moment later, Ying Bing came back with the big-headed doll in her hand and hung it back around her waist.

"What are you going to buy?"

"Don't tell you."

"Tsk tsk, I don't really want to know..."

Li House.

The family is preparing the New Year's Eve dinner. Mom and Dad are cooking themselves and are busy in the kitchen.

The Li Mansion was decorated with lights and colorful lanterns to dispel the darkness of the cold night, and light snow was falling in the courtyard.

Li Mo, wearing a tiger-head hat, was arranging the New Year's goods he had just bought at the door. He took out firecrackers from inside and lit them with fire to play with.

Ying Bing sat on the clean steps, with his white cat hat tilted to one side. His eyes were illuminated by the figure of the boy setting off firecrackers. The snow in his eyes seemed gentle.

Li Dalong sighed and looked at them. Suddenly, he felt relieved. He turned around and looked at Gu Xueqin who was cooking and asked:

"My lady, will the method you came up with work?"

"What if they just need us to give them a push? Besides, even if they can't settle the matter, we won't be interfering too much."

"Yes, my lady, are the dishes ready? I'll bring them over."

Well known.

The parents of a genius are more or less a king of ideas.

Although they don't interfere in the affairs of the younger generation, the Li couple has their own ways.

"Son, Xiao Bing'er, it's time to eat!"

Comrade Lao Li shouted outside, and when he saw that both of them had gone to the lobby, he entered the lobby carrying a dish that had just come out of the pot.

"Dad, you never went into the kitchen before."

Li Mo took off his tiger-head hat, feeling a little strange.

Dad didn't just learn the saying "fuck everyone" from his teacher. He also always said that a gentleman should stay away from the kitchen.

He never washes the dishes after eating, but today he actually went to the kitchen to serve the dishes.

"This dish was made by your mother herself, how can it be the same?"

"It looks good, what's it called?"

Li Mo picked up a piece of food for Ying Bing with chopsticks and tasted it himself.

"good to eat."

There was a layer of shiny oil on Ying Bing's lips.

"Fuqi Feipian."

"???"

Comrade Li Dalong did his homework very seriously this time. He pointed at this cold dish and explained it in detail:

"This dish, Fuqi Feipian, means that husband and wife are of one mind. Husband and wife should support each other, work together and create a better life together..."

“…”

Intimate?

Work together?

Listening to his father's logical explanation, several images emerged in Li's mind.

When they were in Southern Xinjiang, he was the Black Soil Immortal, and she was the Holy Maiden of the Wanxiang Sect...

When they were at Lankao Mountain, he was in charge of external affairs while Bingtuozi was in charge of internal affairs. The two of them cooperated seamlessly and won the game of chess, leaving the demon summoners stunned.

If he learns how to make this dish, can it still be called Fuqi Feipian?

This is not over yet.

"Well, this is called sharing hardships together, and that is called a happy marriage."

"This wife cake tastes good too, Xiao Mo, you should eat more."

"My husband's soup has a great origin too. Your mother learned it specially."

Comrade Lao Li is good at talking and can name the dishes very well.

Soon Gu Xueqin also joined the battlefield and kept picking up food for the two of them.

Soon, the two people’s bowls were filled with dishes, either husband and wife or wife.

"Dad, Mom, what does this mean? I'm still young."

Li Mo said helplessly.

"We made this for ourselves to celebrate our joint efforts as a couple this year. What does it have to do with you?" Comrade Li Dalong took a sip of wine.

Li Mo glanced at Ying Bing, whose cheeks moved slightly, and then imitated her and started eating as if nothing had happened, turning a deaf ear to the names of the dishes on the table.

In fact, the couple also wanted to ask the two people directly what they thought.

But the two of them had also considered that if the elders got involved too much, they were afraid that things would get worse.

Anyway, seeing how Bing'er and Xiaomo are doing, just let nature take its course, it won't be much longer.

So at the dinner table, the couple felt itchy, but didn't ask or say anything more.

The meal took less than half an hour, and Li Mo finished first, then got up and went back to his room.

"I'm going back to my room first."

"and many more."

"what's wrong?"

Li Mo turned around.

"It's best to come out of your room tomorrow morning."

Comrade Lao Li said angrily that he was busy but didn't see what he wanted to see.