Vegetables

The playground that had just rained was still a little damp, but a thin rainbow had already risen not far away.

The school has long been dismissed, and only a few people in twos and threes pass by occasionally.From time to time, there were two birdsongs in the quiet sky, and the sound of the basketball court landing.

"I think it would be perfect if I have a scar on my face again. The charm of a standard mature man." Yan Ting said while patting the ball.

Zhuang Xuan rolled his eyes, but the movements of his hands were not affected at all, "Just like your little boy?"

Yan Ting dodged it with a fake move, and shot into the frame, "Otherwise? Or your little black face?"

"Hey. Find out, who did I shave this head for?"

"Whether you shave your head or not has something to do with me?"

"Of course there is."

Yan Ting chuckled, "Then quickly call uncle."

……

Zhuang Xuan slapped him, but he didn't hit anything, so he slapped him in vain.

"Take advantage of me?"

Yan Ting hid aside, "The shaving your head you mentioned has something to do with me. I only heard that the inability to shave your head in the first month has something to do with your uncle. You admitted it yourself."

……

"Yes. Eldest nephew."

Yan Ting giggled, with a bright smile and clear eyes.

boy.No wonder so many people in the school chased him.

Zhuang Xuan thought to himself.

"Don't you like playing with little faces like you?"

"No more. I'm leaving."

"Go home for dinner."

Yan Ting also stopped and wiped his sweat, "Then I'll go too. What's the point of playing alone."

The two returned home in a frolicking and noisy manner.We lived in the same community and played together since childhood.

Yan Ting grew up fast, and was as thin and long as a bamboo pole when she was a child.Zhuang Xuan grew up very slowly, before he entered junior high school, he looked like a chubby doll.

When they were two or three years old, in order to grab a slide in a playground near the community, they refused to give in to each other. You pushed me, I pushed you, and finally fought.

It is the father who takes care of the baby, and a family of fathers is bigger than a family of fathers.

Zhuang's father is a dull man of few words, after all, it's hard for him to say anything when a child does something.

After searching for a long time, I finally found Dad Yan who was lying on the side of the flower bed holding a grass to tease the snail.

He looked left and right, hesitated again and again, and confirmed that the two men were wearing a T-shirt of the same color.Then he opened his mouth, "Hello. Your child seems to be fighting with my child."

Dad Yan turned his head back with a blank expression on his face, "What did you say?"

Zhuang's father was silent for a second, "I said. We started fighting."

Yan's father jumped up all of a sudden, his face was full of joy, "What? This is great. My son has learned to fight?"

……

"Ahem", he restrained his smile, and patted Dad Zhuang on the shoulder solemnly, "I said brother. Boys, it is good to learn to fight early. You talk about being at home, with your wife protecting you, and nothing Let it go. What's so good about being cute? Men, they have to hold up the sky."

"Look at you, you are a good man. Let alone me."

He tugged at the collar of his clothes, "Let's just take a look, as long as you don't get hurt. It's also a kind of exercise."

Zhuang's father accepted his sincere eyes.

It seems reasonable to say.

"Well. You have a point."

"That's right."

Father Yan folded his hands and watched with relish, "Where are you going to fight? Do you know how to fight? Hit wherever it hurts, but be gentle. Don't hurt anyone."

……

In the end, Yan's mother, who came back from shopping, took her home by her ears.

The two had been fighting since they were young, and they didn't stop until junior high school.The reason why he stopped was because Zhuang Xuan suddenly grew taller like he ate pig feed.The original little fat pier has also become a burly and strong.

Of course, Yan Ting refused to admit that he stopped fighting because he couldn't fight.He just sneered, they are all men, fighting is too embarrassing and out of style.

……

Zhuang Xuan: Seems to make sense.

Yan Mama, who is as enthusiastic as Yan Ting, just came back from shopping, grabbed Zhuang Xuan who turned around, "Zhuang Xuan, come to my house for dinner."

Zhuang Xuan turned around, he was no longer the cute little chubby man he was back then.

When the five sense chief opened his eyes, he was inexplicably fierce when he was not smiling.

Then you can see the dark and tall man with a serious face turned into a fool who smiled instantly.

Yan Ting thought of one word: plain and simple.

……

Yan Mama is petite and beautiful, with slightly curly brown hair, she still looks very young.

"Today your uncle cooks, come to eat at home."

Zhuang Xuan: ...

Yan Ting: ...

After three seconds of silence, Zhuang Xuan tried to pull out his sleeves, "No more, Auntie. My parents are ready and waiting for me at home."

Yan Mama glared at him, "You child. Why are you being polite to auntie? Your uncle is not easy to cook. Come and taste."

"...No more, Auntie."

Yan Mama smiled, "What are you afraid of? I have already informed your parents to come over for dinner. Tell them that today I have my best sweet and sour fish."

"Is there sweet and sour fish?"

Zhuang Xuan's eyes lit up, "Then I'll go!"

Yan Ting: ...

Gets really fast.

A long table with two families sitting on either side.

Except for Yan's father who was busy cooking, the three men looked at each other in blank dismay.

Dad Zhuang: ...

Yan Ting: ...

Zhuang Xuan: ...

Yan Ting spoke first, "Uncle, do you think my dad can eat that meal?"

……

Zhuang's father's face remained unchanged, "It's your father."

Zhuang Xuan then added, "You don't know if you can eat it?"

Yan Ting: ...

The relationship between Zhuang Mama and Yan Mama has always been very good. Yan's mother was cooking fish, and Zhuang's mother was picking garlic.

The sisters were chatting, and suddenly they mentioned which clothing store was on sale, and the more they talked, the more vigorous they became.

"Quickly stop eating. Let's go shopping."

Zhuang's mother threw the garlic, "Okay. Let's go. I was bought late by someone else."

"Yes, yes. I'm going to change clothes."

Zhuang's mother grabbed her and blamed her, "What clothes do you want to change? The two sisters want to go shopping, let's go."

"Let's go."

……

Dad Yan took off his apron and served the last dish.

"Fried charcoal?"

Yan Ting looked in disbelief.

Father Yan's face remained unchanged, "It's fried cabbage."

……

Stir-fried black vegetables are almost the same.

Zhuang Xuan lamented bitterly, "Uncle, can this be eaten?"

Dad Yan glanced at the dark dishes on the table, and finally pushed a plate of not too mushy dishes in front of the two children, "Eat quickly. Sweet and sour fish, your favorite."

……

Yan Ting pouted, "My favorite food is made by my mother."

Father Yan threw his chopsticks, "This kid is a picky eater. Look at Zhuang Xuan's delicious food. No wonder you are not as tall as you are."

"...just a centimeter away."

"Talk back?"

Yan Ting made a movement of pulling his mouth shut, he turned his head and saw Zhuang Xuan eating deliciously.

He raised his eyebrows, can this dish be eaten?

Zhuang Xuan glanced at him, is there anything else to eat on the table?

……

Makes sense.

"Leave a piece for me!"

Watching the two children scrambling for each other, Father Yan felt a sense of relief in his heart.

He cleared his throat, "I really can't help it. After all, it's a child. You have to grab delicious food."

Zhuang's father smiled slightly.

"Brother Zhuang, eat quickly. Try my handicraft."

He said, handing over a plate.

The plate was probably filled with spare ribs, which could be vaguely judged from a few bones that were not too mushy.

Under Yan's father's repeated urging, Zhuang's father picked up the chopsticks.

After hesitating again and again, and doing calculations by the way, Dad Zhuang thought about the teeth he had just filled, and put down his chopsticks.

"Brother Yan, why do you want to cook?"

Dad Yan sighed, "Last week, my unit held a cooking competition, and I didn't even get a place."

"So frustrating."

"I secretly decided that I must improve my cooking skills and compete with them."

"The next match is in a month."

"I've been cooking all this month."

Yan's father blinked, "You guys should come to eat more often."

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Zhuang's father smiled slightly, "Definitely."