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In the kitchen, stood a tall and straight middle-aged man. The 42-inch long legs stand straight, and the aura is full, like a Victoria's Secret angel on the catwalk.

A man is facing an insurmountable slash in his life - cutting, onion, and onion.

One after another, compared with the coolness when he was cutting the beef just now, the patriarch at this time is like a handicapped party with extreme cooking, and he is trembling every time he cuts.

The lacrimal glands were stimulated to continuously secrete fluid, gushing frantically from the sore eye sockets, unable to stop at all.

The patriarch couldn't help but wonder: So those stupid human beings would work so hard to make a dish that they made themselves cry. Why do they continue to make it?

A man does not flick his tears easily.And he, a majestic seven-foot man, is now bursting into tears because of an onion.

**Damn chopping onions.

Patriarch: (╥╯^╰╥) Tears Run.jpg

Nima, don't you need to wear a gas mask to cut this thing?Don't need goggles?This is a chemical weapon, right?Lao Tzu's tears are like a fountain.

The patriarch touched the tears on his face with his hand.Oops, forgot, this hand just cut the chili...

It was as if two real fires of samadhi were burning in both eyes, and the patriarch was almost blind.

The head of the patriarch, whose eyes were stinging from the heat, went into a rage, slammed the knife hard, and was so angry that he lost his temper and planned to quit the job.

"Brother, do you want to help?" Little Furong obediently called to the kitchen, "I can be a good helper for my brother~"

"No need..." The patriarch silently picked up the knife again.

The hand holding the knife trembled slightly.Why does this onion look like a landmine?The patriarch used surgical operations to cut onions, which can be described as desperate.

It’s so hard to die, Yang Zongwei’s "Onion" was playing from the TV outside, "If you are willing to peel my heart layer by layer, you will have a sore nose and tears..."

The patriarch really cried.

Four or ten minutes later, the whole room was filled with fragrance, and even the Ah Huang in the neighbor's house barked twice when he heard it.

The patriarch brought the delicious and hot food to the table, and shouted to Little Furong, "Come and eat."

Little Furong is happy: (~o￣▽￣)~o is coming!

For the first time, there were two people sitting at the dining table at home.The warm yellow chandelier on the ceiling reflected the figures of two people sitting side by side on the table.

"Didn't eat last night, are you hungry?" The patriarch looked at the wall clock on the wall, it was already 07:30 in the morning, and said helplessly, "Let's have breakfast."

"Yeah!" Little Furong nodded vigorously holding up her chopsticks.

Looking at the table full of dishes, Xiao Furong almost fell into a coma, all these were made by his brother!

Little Furong is drooling: (ˉ﹃ˉ) Wow~

He was gearing up, ready to move, and the chopsticks in his hand moved like a ghost among several dishes, frantically sweeping every corner, eating happily.

The patriarch folded his hands on the dining table, showing a smile that he didn't even notice.This is a fatherly smile from a breeder, the same smile that farmers and uncles always feed pigs.

"Good time!" Little Furong's admiration for the patriarch reached another level.

The patriarch put a glass of water in front of him, "Be careful not to choke, eat slowly, and no one will grab you."

Chewing a big mouthful, Little Furong asked the patriarch inarticulately, "Brother, don't you want to eat together?"

The patriarch lied: "I don't eat, I'm not hungry."

Nangal never eats human food.It is his nature to only eat people.

"Why aren't you hungry? You haven't even eaten," Little Furong felt a little strange, as if he had never seen the patriarch eat.

As in the past, the patriarch casually found an excuse, "I... have no appetite."

"But, I want you to eat with me," Little Furong stopped her chopsticks and asked softly, "Can't I?"

As for rice, of course it is better to eat together.It's even better if you can eat it with the people you like.Eating happily for yourself, and eating happily for the people you like, that is the best.

Patriarch: "..." The words of refusal lingered on his lips, but he couldn't say anything.

Little Furong stared at him motionlessly, the light inside flickered.

The patriarch's heart skipped a beat.

Here and again, this look full of anticipation, this irresistible look, made the patriarch's heart flutter.

Grass, who can stand this?

Unable to withstand it, the patriarch had no choice but to add another pair of chopsticks and serve himself a bowl of rice.

Little Furong who won the victory: (●'?'●)? Yeah, my brother is finally willing to eat with me~

Looking at the white rice, the patriarch took a deep breath, ready to die.He thought, what if, what if he was poisoned to death by this thing...

The hand holding the chopsticks trembled slightly.

"Eat, eat! Brother, the food you cook is really delicious!" Little Furong was beside her like a bewitching devil, desperately fanning the flames.

Patriarch: "..." You are forcing me to shit.

Little Furong took the opportunity to hug him: "Brother, do you want me to feed you?"

The patriarch said with an indifferent face: "Put your hands away."

Little Furong took the courage to act like a baby, and hugged the patriarch even tighter: "No, no, I won't~"

Patriarch Bingshan face: "One, two—"

Little Furong sat back awkwardly: ??? Oh...

The far-sighted patriarch dialed "120" on the phone, and pressed the "dial button" as soon as the poison was ready.After all, if you are prepared, you might be dragged into the hospital for emergency treatment.

A real man should have a brave heart.

The man took a deep breath, picked up a small piece of round rice with his chopsticks, and sent it to his slightly open mouth, as if he was transporting some extremely dangerous supplies.

Closing his mouth, he took a sip slowly, and took a few slow and careful bites.Tens of seconds later——

"Hey! It's so fucking delicious!"

Oh, this rice is hot, sweet and soft, the more you chew, the more fragrant it is, and the taste is extraordinary.Just one mouthful, the mouth will be filled with satisfaction, and the tip of the tongue will be covered with a sense of luxury, making a man feel like he is trapped in a happy country, wanting *celestial desire* to die.

From then on, the patriarch opened the door to a new world.

The author says:

The patriarch burst into tears: the rice is so fucking delicious.