HP Systematic Seaver

All done outside. "

Tobias thought for a while, and continued, "Although I'm probably useless, Dad has been sitting outside."

They continued walking down the dark street.

When he was about to get home, Tobia suddenly saw a large bag of things in his son's hand under the street lamp.

"What is this?" he asked.

Sev compared the bag to him: "The fat boss allowed me to take home the unused bread sides, celery root, onion skins and salad dressing when I left."

Tobia looked at his son and the bag in his hand in disbelief, God, this is a big bag.

Little Sif continued: "There's still leftover lettuce and olives in it. I figured it's enough for us to eat tomorrow. Those onions and noodles are just right for soup. I also brought back fried chicken."

Tobia looked at his son in disbelief. He only knew that someone went into the tavern and drank his pants, and came out with nothing. Gather them all and come out again.

He ruffled his son's hair.here you go.

By this time they had reached the workers' quarters.The old lady who lived at the corner was outside, and she held out her hand in greeting.Little Sif also waved his hand in response.A child in the back was also riding a small bicycle and waving from a distance. Tobia was wondering how his son knew so many people. He heard a meow, and a cat ran out and rubbed against his son's leg.Little Sif knelt down and took out a small piece of bacon from his bag. The kitten barked at him a few times, and then ate it.

The old woman on the street came out, looked at her son, and said, "What a good boy, sir, you are his father. You are so lucky, this boy always helps me to dry my clothes every time he passes by, and he also helps me I used to push my son’s cart. He was the one who found the cat when it got lost last time. Now the cat always sleeps at the intersection and meows when it sees him. Sir, you are so lucky to have such a son.”

Grandma is full of praise.

Under the bombardment of praise, Tobia looked at his son with new eyes.

Then he felt a deep sense of guilt, and the neighbors in the face praised him. He really has a good son. Although his son is so weird, his son has always been normal. After all, the half that belongs to him is good, Toby Ya decided to treat her son better in the future.

The system has been detecting Tobia's thoughts, and these thoughts cannot escape his monitoring.So far, it seems that the little master has gained a very strong ally.And the thinking of the scumbag gave the system new ideas.

Before going to bed at night, Sif sat in the bedroom and watched the Mathematical Olympiad.The system chattered endlessly to encourage him to keep working hard.

"Little master, keep working hard, we will have a good life."

In the space of consciousness, the Great God wailed: "No, what I want is a desperate ruined child."

The system continued: "Little master, you see that today is pretty good. There is a famous saying: life is not as good as you say, but it is not as bad as you think."

The Great God continued to howl: "No, Professor Snape's life has never been better, all his struggles are shattered, all hopes are extinguished, and his life is worse than he knows. You can't do this."

The system said: "Little master, as the saying goes, a person must first go through difficulties and then step into prosperity to feel useful and comfortable."

The Great God continued to wail: "No, when will Professor Snape have a good time, he has been walking into darkness all his life, and finally death gave him peace."

Little Sif smiled: "It's in my textbook, Edison's."

The system thought for a while: "I don't know whose it is."

Little Seaver said: "Edison also said that the secret of education is respect for students."

The Great God is a little bit broken, for Merlin's sake, you are Professor Snape.

Little Siff continued: "There is another sentence in the textbook, Franklin's, I have never seen a person who rises early, is diligent, cautious, and honest complains about bad luck; good character, good habits, and strong will will not Defeated by what is supposed to be fate."

The system agrees, it is too correct.

The Great God has already collapsed: "Professor Snape has all the excellent characters, but he was defeated by fate." Suddenly the Great God began to doubt, if such a person is still defeated by fate, then shouldn't he study Snape? Professor Pu, but should study Rowling, the story framed by this woman may itself be a little neurotic.

At this time, the system and Sif continued to say Franklin's maxim: "He who lives by hope will die of despair."

The great master was hit a little crazy: "Professor Snape, you will be a typical person who lives on hope in the future." He began to doubt that little Sif, who knew the motto at the age of eight and a half, would change in the future.

Little Sif responded immediately, and he recited the next maxim: He who wants to be loved must first love others, and at the same time make himself lovable.

The Great God completely collapsed to the ground.

System, I admire you, you filled a child who should have been ruined by despair, paranoia, and pain with magical positive energy.Now little Sif is surrounded by extremely powerful positive energy.It is not easy for this child to grow into a good boy.Looking at today, this positive energy has even affected his supposedly violent father, and the fat chef who condoned crime in the tavern.

The neuropathy detector silently turned off the indicator light.Damn, he only likes psychopaths, don't take a person who is physically and mentally developed to make him sick.

The author has something to say: positive energy

☆, Scum daddy transformation plan

The system thought about it all night, last night the scumbag's inner activities gave him a new idea, maybe now he can start the next plan.

Early the next morning, the Snapes who were sleeping in the master bedroom were awakened by a strange feeling.Irene stuck her head out of the quilt, turned around in a daze, shivered and quickly retracted after being stimulated by the cold air outside.Erin pulled up the sheet and continued to sleep.

Tobias opened his eyes, stared at the door in puzzlement, and twitched his big nose vigorously.Why did he think he could smell boiling soup.

Tobias got up, the cold air made him shiver several times, it must be too early now.He sat up, put on his clothes and walked out of the bedroom.

The dark living room was the same as last night, but the half-closed kitchen door shone yellow.Tobia's big nose twitched again, and the smell of boiling soup became stronger.

Pushing open the door of the kitchen, a hot scent came out. He took a closer look and saw that his eight and a half year old son was standing on a stool next to the high stove, stirring with a long-handled spoon. A steaming pot of something on the stove.

Little Sif didn't turn his head when he heard him coming in, and concentrated on stirring the hot soup that made Tobia's saliva secrete, while ordering casually: "Bring the chopped celery on the chopping board."

Tobia looked at the chopping board, which had been brushed clean, and there were several plates on it, including chopped bacon, chopped celery, and chopped lettuce.He brought over the celery, Sev took it naturally, picked up a handful with his little hands, sprinkled it evenly into the soup clockwise, then stirred a few times, sprinkled another handful, and stirred again.

Tobias looked at the soup, and he felt that it was more fragrant.

In the space of consciousness, the system continued to encourage: "Little master, well done, now continue to tell him to get the lettuce."

Little Sif said worriedly: "Is this okay? When I asked Dad to work just now, I was in a state of suspense, afraid that he would get angry."

The system said: "Isn't he not angry, and he even did it. Little master, you don't know, people like a sense of participation. The more you let him work, the happier he will be."

Then little Sevre said, in the same casual tone, "Papa, bring me the lettuce from the cutting board."

Tobias, standing behind him, immediately went to serve the lettuce.

The system said to the little master: "You see, he is really in a good mood."

This is a new idea of ​​the system. Since the scumbag father is still human, he might as well make a scumbag attempt to reform through labor.

So far everything is going well, little Sif keeps instructing the scumbag to take this and that.The scumbag father complied, and even when he went to get the soup plate in the end, he was almost happy.

Little Sif stood on tiptoe and used a long-handled spoon to pour a few spoonfuls of soup into the basin held by his father in both hands, then stretched out his arms and took out the sandwiches he had brought back from the fat chef and handed them to him, beckoning him to sit down quickly Eat around the table.

Little Sif's eyes are a little confused at the moment, isn't dad scary, why is dad so obedient now.

Tobia sat down at the table obediently with his breakfast in his hands, picked up a spoon to drink the soup under the dim light of the kitchen, heard the bubbling sound of the soup pot beside him, and suddenly wanted to burst into tears.

How long had it been since he had sat in the kitchen on such a gloomy morning when someone made him hot soup.I remember that time seemed to be before marriage. When his mother lived with him, he was still a young man who had just entered the society. He went out early to get busy with his future, and his mother always got up early. When he woke up, there was He will see the dim light of the closed kitchen door. His mother has prepared a hot breakfast for him, and he listens to the sound of hot soup bubbling while eating.

Tobias looked at the hot soup in front of him, as if the heat had rushed into his eyes, and it was astringent.

Because after Irene married him, her relationship with her mother was particularly bad.Mother thinks Irene is a stupid woman who can't do housework. As for Irene, she never thinks highly of her mother, and she used to call her a Muggle in private.It sounds like a contemptuous and disrespectful word.Mom was very angry afterwards.until later.

Tobia's eyes were really blurry.

He turned his head and looked, who would have thought that after so many years, it was his son who made him a bowl of hot soup in the early morning.In Tobia's mind, the mother who was thin because of anger and illness more than ten years ago looked at him worriedly, muttering that she was worried about whether the woman could take good care of her son.

Tobia had a sore nose.

Mom's worry was indeed realized. Irene still doesn't know how to cook, clean, or take care of the family. He knows that Irene loves him. There is no doubt about it, but the problem is that he has already passed that love. At this age, he hopes that his wife can bear the wind and rain with him and help him, a cowardly person, gain some confidence, but Irene is still the young girl who didn't know the world.

Tobia took a sip of the soup, the soup was thick, the delicious meat and vegetables were mixed together, and the soft and warm feeling exploded in his mouth.Tobias chewed on a piece of lettuce and looked at the celery in the bowl.My mother's figure came to my mind again, sitting at the dining table, wearing a shawl, her hair combed tightly, watching him gently eating soup, and then said: "Toby, don't pick out the celery."

Tobia scooped up a large spoonful of celery powder and ate it in one bite. He was not a good son. He worried his mother all his life. He married a daughter-in-law who worried his mother. He lost his job and his house. He drank all day, and he and his wife quarreled every day.He's such a jerk son.

Tobia gulped down the soup, buried his face on the plate, hiding his eyes.

The system thought, what a stroke of luck, somehow it seemed to hit one of the scumbag's emotional weaknesses, and this ordinary bowl of breakfast turned into a special-effect conscience soup.

The system looked at the emotion detector, and there were four words on it, human nature is not lost.

The dormant master who was stimulated by a steady stream of positive energy twisted uncomfortably. Damn it, let me be confused. I hope this guy will continue to degenerate and become a neuropathy for research. It seems that he has also reformed.

The Great God sighed, something that the professor cooks himself should never be underestimated, even if it is a pot of vegetable soup.

Little Sif looked at his father worriedly. It was just a bowl of soup. He felt that he was doing well, but why did his father have such a strange expression? Why did he bury his head in it now? Could it be delicious, but it seemed that he was not happy.Little Sif felt that his father was in a state of confusion.

Tobias finished a plate of soup, and little Sif raised his spoon and asked, "Dad, do you want more?"

Tobias looked at his son with hazy eyes, and suddenly walked over quickly and hugged his son in his arms.

Little Sif was completely frightened, he only had time to put the spoon back into the pot, and then he was so frightened that he raised his hands up and was hugged by his father stiffly.Dad hugged him very tightly, he could feel his dad's chest moving violently, as if he was very excited, little Sif didn't dare to move.

He asked the system: "What happened?"

The system smiled and said, "Your father is just a little excited."

Little Sif didn't understand: "Why is he so excited?"

The system does not answer.

Little Sif had no choice but to stay still and let his seemingly fragile father hold him.

After a while, his father seemed to have calmed down, and little Sif carefully pushed his father's shoulder: "Dad, wake up, I have to go out."

Tobia stood up, and when he heard his son say that he was going out, he couldn't help asking, "Where are you going so early?"

The matter of Xiao Sif selling flowers was kept secret for the time being, so he followed the prepared remarks: "I found a job in London this month, helping people run errands. I should probably go out now."

Tobia looked at the dark sky outside, and went out so early.

"It's a little farther off," said Little Seaver, "a big shop near Knightsbridge High Street."

Tobia looked at his son, and then a deep sense of guilt came to his heart.My son also knew about the situation at home, so he went out to find a job, but he was still dawdling.

Tobia picked up his son, who was only eight and a half years old, but worked two jobs.In comparison, he was too incompetent as a father.

Tobia hugged his son's thin body tightly, and buried his big nose in his son's short black soft hair. In the dim kitchen at dawn, next to the gurgling soup pot, he whispered: "Daddy will go He worked hard to find a job." His voice was very low, and he didn't know whether he was talking to his son or making a promise to himself.

Sev just went out in a daze, not understanding how all this happened, why his father suddenly decided to look for a job, and he asked the system: "What did we just do?"

The system said: "Nothing, nothing, really nothing."

The system sneered, maybe the little master's IQ is too high, so for the sake of balance, little Xifu's EQ, how to say, although the configuration is also very complete, all the configurations should be configured, but compared with the IQ, it still seems inferior developed.

It seems that he has to teach well.The system thinks.Emotional intelligence can still be developed the day after tomorrow.

So when passing through the workers' area, the system instructed Xiao Xifu to go in and walk around. The workers all got up early, and many of them washed up at the door of their own houses. When they saw him, they greeted him warmly. beneficial.The uncomfortable look of the little master is quite cute.

Now let's see how the scumbag behaves.

However, in the afternoon, the system knew that he was wrong, really wrong, a scumbag is a scumbag, he shouldn't overestimate the ability of a scumbag, although the little master he gave birth to is indeed very capable.

This afternoon, little Sif finished selling the flowers and went home early with a basket. However, before he reached the door, he heard the noise in the house, ping-ping, bang-bang, and naturally they were arguing again.

All I heard was Tobias yelling, "You woman, that's how you live, you witch."

Irene yelled: "Toby, why are you so angry today? You used to eat well."

Tobias yelled, "Look at your cooking."

Irene said aggrievedly: "How can I make these rotten vegetables and bacon skins delicious. They are all rubbish."

Then there was the sound of Tobias punching the table, and Tobias opened the door and walked out angrily.

Then he found his son standing outside looking at him with wide eyes.

Tobia picked up his son: "Go, don't talk to mom, she will calm down at night. Let's go for a walk."

Tobia hugged his son and planned to walk around. He looked left and right. On the left was a smoking polluting factory, and on the right was a bubbling sewage river. So he walked straight to the tavern. The road is familiar.

Little Sif asked cautiously, "Dad, what's the matter?"

Tobias said angrily: "It's not your mother, the rice you cook now is like pig food."

The system covered his mouth and laughed, and he knew that the little master's dexterous hands, coupled with the friendly support he provided, made the soup so that the scumbag would no longer look down on the big lady's food.

Little Sif continued to ask, "Dad, how is your job search today?"

Saying this, Tobia was even more angry. He said, "Dad has found a few good ones, and he will choose carefully every day."

This is exactly the source of Tobia's anger today. It is said that he ran out early in the morning to look for a job. It's not that he can't find it when he runs around. The problem is whether he is a clerk or an errand.You must know that Mr. Tobia used to sit in an office.Tobias was very angry and wanted to turn his head away immediately, but he thought of his son, his young son who went out before dawn, was still busy in the middle of the night, and worked two jobs, so Tobias took a deep breath and crossed Make up your mind to run errands, and you can't let your son compare.

With that in mind, he returned home, intending to soothe his soul with lunch and a nap, and Erin brought out the morning's cold sandwiches.

Tobia was angry.

Irene was very aggrieved: "What to do with those rotten vegetable leaves and bacon skins, they are all rubbish." In Mrs. Snape's view, they are all things that need to be thrown away immediately, let alone soup.

Tobia was furious from the heart, how far this has gone, the son has gone out to work, and the husband has to run errands for others, what is this woman doing like a rich family.Tobias thought darkly, if this woman doesn't like the food her son managed to get back, will she also look down on him when he runs errands for others, because he is no longer the Toby who sits in the office in a suit and leather shoes? .

So Tobia was angry, and the two quarreled all afternoon.

At this time, the tavern arrived. In the afternoon, there was no one there. The fat chef pushed the door from behind and looked at the father and son in surprise: "Yo, it's so early today."

Tobias nodded embarrassingly, and his footsteps led him to the tavern without knowing why.

The fat chef immediately dragged little Sif to the kitchen: "It just so happens that you are here, come and help."

Little Sif was dragged into the kitchen.

Today the fat cook was in high spirits. He opened a cupboard, took out a dirty and crumpled old book, and put it on the cutting board in front of little Sev.

"Little guy, can you read and write?"

Little Sif nodded.

The fat chef immediately opened the book, tapped one of the pages with his greasy fingers, and said: "It's still early, we don't do anything else, you can read this page now, and then see if you can read it." Can’t make a decent one out.”

Little Sev picked up the book. It was a very old cookbook, but the outside was covered with dust, but the inside was white, as if it hadn't been flipped since it was bought.

The fat chef rubbed his hands guiltily. He had just opened the restaurant many years ago and bought it to improve his level. As a result, he didn’t cook a single dish. If it wasn’t for the workers’ meals, wine sales, and black income, he would have closed down a long time ago.

Little Sif read the one that the fat boss had found.

fruit pie.

Little Sif asked the system: "What should I do? I really don't know how to do it."

The system estimates that apple pie is a very common snack, baking or something, and there are many time-traveling women. He has a home fighting system and has the most memory resources. In addition to beauty recipes, it is recipe recipes. Apple pie is really delicious. Gadgets are not worth mentioning.

Little Sif said uncertainly, "I've never made an apple pie."

The system began to cheer and encourage the little master. Baking and other things require a precise grasp of the materials, the pursuit of perfection in the details of the process, and finally the effective control of the heat. The little master is a genius in this regard.

The system said: "Little master, you can definitely do it. It's easy, you are the best,"

Little Sev bit his lip, cheering himself up, and then he nodded slightly.

The fat boss took out flour, milk, eggs, butter, and sugar from the highest wall cabinet, and put them on the chopping board one by one.

Then he opened another cupboard and took out a small crumpled apple. It had been stored for some time, and it smelled sour like cider.Little Sif took a look at the apples, and the fat chef also found it difficult to deal with it. He continued to search around in the cabinet, and found two cans that had been there for an unknown amount of time.A can of yellow peaches and a can of pineapples.

These ingredients were placed on the chopping board, and the fat chef looked at little Sif. Since his little helper could make a perfect sandwich, and the salad dressing he couldn't make in his life, this fruit pie should also have hope.

At this time, someone knocked on the back window, and the fat chef heard that someone was talking about marijuana, so he closed the kitchen window and hurried out.Before leaving, he did not forget to give his little helper a threatening look, warning him to work hard and not to wander around.

Little Sif kept watching the fat chef leave expressionlessly, making sure that he had indeed gone far away. The little boy looked back at the chopping board. Suddenly, he rushed over and looked closely at the milk, eggs, and sugar. He couldn't control it. Take a deep breath.

Goodness knew he hadn't smelled milk or eggs, let alone sugar, in years since moving to Spinner's End.

He had almost forgotten what milk tasted like.Little Sif lay on the chopping board, staring at the milk in the transparent jar in front of him, and licked his lips.

Ahem, the system has to remind the owner to start making pies.Although the way the owner stared at Milk's little milk cat made him a little bit reluctant to be disturbed.

Little Sif immediately straightened up, rolled up his sleeves, and forced himself not to look at the milk. He said to the system like a good boy: "Let's start." His eyes seemed to flick to the milk jug again, but he fiercely Turn your head away.

Oh, little master, I will try my best to let you drink milk every day, even take a bath with milk.

The system began to explain: "The first step is to cut the butter into small pieces, heat slowly over water, and stir."

Little Sev picked up the bread knife, lightly cut off the butter and put it in a large bowl, then sat on the hot water, the butter melted quickly, and little Sev tried to put his nose up on tiptoe.He could not remember how long it had been since he had eaten butter.

Ahem, the system reminds the owner not to get too close.Before he finished speaking, he saw the heat in the water rushing into the little master's eyes, and the little master hurriedly stepped back and rubbed his eyes.

The system continued: "Pour the egg liquid into the butter and stir well."

Little Sif made up his mind, didn't even look at the eggs, smashed them on the edge of the chopping board and threw them into the butter, then tilted his head, stirring vigorously with a mixing spoon in his hand, avoiding the aroma from the bowl far away.

Cough cough, the system continued: "Little master, you have stirred well, now pour in sugar, flour and milk. Next we will knead the dough."

Kneading dough is a laborious job.

The system looked worriedly at the slender arms of the eight-and-a-half-year-old little master, and then looked at the dough needed to make three pies. He said, "Just grab it and make it into a smooth ball."

"Put hard, little master, work hard."

"Little master, sprinkle some flour on the chopping board first."

"No, little master, I know the dough is too big, but knead it with your hands, don't knead your elbows in."

Little Sif raised his head from the big dough. The dough was sticky, and his little hand was too small, and he sank into it when he pressed it. He tried his best to pull his little hand out of the dough, took a breath, and asked the system: "Who am I?" It’s not that there is too much flour, why the dough seems to swell.”

While talking, there was a stretch of noodle thread hanging on the hair on the forehead of little Sif, and it dangled down. Looking at the sticky dough, the little guy blushed because of the force, and he gasped. He took a deep breath, wiped his face, and continued to rub.

"Come on, little master, just knead it a few more times and it will take shape. Fortunately, it's just a pie and no dough is needed."

Finally, with the flour on his cheeks, little Sif proudly looked at the big perfectly smooth dough in front of him, and it was done.

The system said: "Next, let's make fruit stuffing. Little master, please take out the frying pan."

The frying pan was put on the fire, and a fork picked up a piece of butter along the edge and slid it into the pan. The butter sizzled, and the aroma flew out immediately, filling the kitchen.Little Sif was attracted and approached the frying pan again, but he immediately reacted, raised his body, straightened his waist, looked at his nose and nose with concern, picked up the shovel and turned it over, and saw that the butter was completely melted, and little Sev was in the frying pan Pour in the diced apples and stir fry.

There was a nice squeak in the pot, the apples became soft, the juice seeped out and mixed with the butter, and gradually thickened. Little Sif turned the spatula and concentrated on cooking.

The system listened to the sound of the little master swallowing, it was too cruel. It was a test of willpower for a child who hadn't eaten pie for several years. Fortunately, the little master is a very self-disciplined child.

At this time, the apples had softened and absorbed the juice. Little Sif skillfully squeezed in the lemon juice, and when the water dried up, the apple filling was ready.

The system directed the little master to take out three baking trays, divide the dough into three balls, take out a rolling pin and roll them into thin skins, and put them into the three baking trays.

When Little Sif was carefully cutting off the pie crust protruding from the baking tray with a bread knife, the fat chef pushed the door open and entered.

The fat chef first took a deep breath, the smell in the kitchen was really good, and then he saw three decent pie crusts on the chopping board.His little helper is really talented, the fat cook thought.He watched Little Sif made the pie crust, and poured canned apple stuffing, yellow peach and canned pineapple on top of the pie crust.

The fat chef approached and patted the little helper: "Good job."

Little Sif raised his head and asked cautiously, "Can I cut a piece for Dad to taste." He remembered that Dad hadn't had dinner yet.

The fat chef's expression turned cold suddenly: "No, these pies will be given to distinguished guests tonight, remember you are working for me."

He withdrew his hand and gave the little helper a cold look, then left.He slammed the door hard.

Little Sif was cutting Pippy's hand.

The system said angrily: "Little master, don't pay attention to him. We specifically asked restaurants in the urban area this morning. The kitchen helper usually pays at least one pound. He is exploiting you. He will sell a lot of these pies." money."

"But Daddy hasn't had his supper, and he hasn't had his lunch," said little Sif.

The system suddenly made up its mind: "Little master, listen to me now, find a piece of pie, and knock it over."

Little Sif frowned: "You're crazy."

The system insisted: "Little master listen to me, find a piece of pie and knock it over immediately."

After 20 minutes, the whole tavern was filled with aroma. The fruit pie was baked, and the sweet aroma from the oven made the fat chef who was drinking at the front desk rush back immediately.

The little helper was standing by the oven, standing neatly, holding a big wooden spoon in his hand, looking up at him.

The fat cook didn't look at his little helper, he just poked his head out into the oven, and took out the first tray with oven mitts.

This is an apple pie. The baked golden-yellow fruit filling penetrates the grid-shaped pie crust, as if it is still trembling slightly, which greatly increases the appetite.

He took out the second plate, which was peach pie.The canned yellow peaches are roasted to a golden yellow color with distinct traces, giving off a sweet and sour taste.Fat cooks have increased salivation.

He took out the third set, and suddenly his expression froze.There is no fruit on this plate, it is dry and dusty, like a failed bread.

The fat cook glared at his little helper.But I saw him shrugging his shoulders and making an unsteady posture.

He glared again, but didn't say anything. It's normal for an eight-and-a-half-year-old child to be unsteady, but he was too demanding.

The fat chef looked at the two baked pies and became proud again. The representative of the trade union is coming tonight, his wife will definitely like it, and the health inspection office in the back street, the yellow peach pie will definitely make him shut up .

As for the ugly dry pancake, didn't the kid say he wanted to give Dad a taste, that's it.

The fat chef thinks he is a kind person.At this time the union representative came, and he walked out of the kitchen.

Seeing that there was no one around, little Sif quietly picked up the pancake that was said to be badly baked, turned it upside down, and poured it on the plate. The surface is dry and gray, but the fat chef can't see the bottom. The pineapple is mixed with sweet sugar water. After steaming and roasting, it shows a sweet and sour taste. It looks even better than those two fruit pies. .

The system secretly smiled.This is the flip cake, a French lady accidentally discovered when she knocked over the baking tray while making a fruit pie, which is to turn the pie upside down and bake it.Because of the mixture of fruit and butter in the lower layer, it tastes better than fruit pie.

Although when he first came out of the oven, his appearance was really not very good, there is no way, this is a cake that needs to be flipped.

The system whispered: "Now take this flip cake to your dad."

A few minutes later, Tobia sat in the corner, gorging himself on the cake with a fork. He had never eaten such a delicious cake, and it was made by his son.

With his mouth full, Tobia pulled his son over and rubbed his hair fiercely. His son was too capable.

Little Sev slowly poked his own small piece of cake, and said to his father, "Dad, you have to work tomorrow."

Tobias: "No."

Little Sif: "Dad, remember to take out the garbage when you go out tomorrow morning. We'd better save on the garbage cleaning fee."

Tobias: "Ugh." Ah, we still have to pay for the trash.

Little Sif: "Dad, remember to drop by the market to buy charcoal. It's already December and we don't have a fireplace yet."

Tobias ate with his head buried in his mouth: "Well."

Little Sif: "Dad, almost all the light bulbs in our house are broken, remember to buy some tomorrow."

Tobias: "No."

Little Sif: "Here is a list. I have written everything clearly. Follow this list tomorrow."

Tobia: "What?" He looked up from the cake, and the pineapple in his mouth fell to the plate.

He saw his son looking down at him with a list in his hand.

Little Sif looked at his father.

The system cheered him on: "Little master, don't be afraid, keep watching him. Your father has been working on these tasks for many years, and it should have been done long ago."

Encouraged by the system, little Sif looked more serious.

Stared at by his son's serious black eyes, Tobia raised his head unconsciously, swallowed the cake in his mouth, and obediently agreed.

Until he put this list into his pocket, Tobia was still thinking inexplicably: "My son's eyes are really serious, why do I feel a little scared when I look at it."

Tobia shrank unconsciously under the serious eyes of his son, and completed the list according to his son's request tomorrow. , Somehow Tobias suddenly felt that there was a goal in front of him, and he became energetic.

Tobias could only nod his head under his son's gaze.

The system cheers, the labor reform of the scumbag is progressing smoothly.You can start the next step of planning.

The author has something to say: System: "Little master, this is the look."

Little Sif looked seriously.

System: "Little master, be more dignified. Remember, be confident in yourself, you are the best, stare at me."

Little Sif stared more solemnly.

System: "Yes, that's it, continue, and take a little more scrutiny. Little master, you are the best."

Little Sif stared at him contemptuously.

System: "That's the look, keep it."

Little Sif stared at him.All the machines behind the system trembled in unison.

The great god howled silently: "Do you want to live?"