The day of confrontation with Zha Gong

Gu Feng went into the kitchen, but Yu Baoyuan was still engrossed in the huge tuition fees of the kindergarten.

He took out his phone and turned on his calculator.

Early education, hiring aunts, kindergarten tuition, basic necessities of life, learning this and that, ordinary travel...

Yu Baoyuan sat there, giving full play to his mathematical talent, frantically clicking on the calculator, and after pressing for a long time, he finally came up with a result.

The final number displayed made him want to poke his eyes out.

"Gu Jiarui," Yu Baoyuan hugged Gu Jiarui to him seriously, looking at his fair and tender face, "You are a living money incinerator, do you know that?"

Gu Jiarui obviously didn't know anything, but he looked very excited and even let out a cry.

"Little brat." Yu Baoyuan flicked his face lightly.

At such a young age, the nature of needing to be beaten is revealed.

little bastard.

Gu Feng brought out some gadgets from the kitchen, and asked Yu Baoyuan to look at them all.Yu Baoyuan looked at the undead crucian carp on the plate, the fried eggplant and the black peas, and sighed: "Forget it, I'll cook it."

Gu Feng watched in embarrassment as Yu Baoyuan resolutely walked into the kitchen and closed the kitchen door, obviously not wanting him to get involved here.

He looked back at the dishes he had made on the table, seeing the poor appearance, couldn't help but put a chopstick of eggplant into his mouth with his chopsticks, and then vomited it all up.

"Obviously I made it according to the recipe," Gu Feng muttered, frowning, "Forget it, let's continue practicing later."

After that, he lowered his head and looked at his son, those big bright black eyes were staring at himself.

Gu Feng stretched out his hand and tapped his forehead: "Boy, from now on Daddy will practice cooking more and will often let you taste Daddy's cooking skills. Are you happy?" Yu Baoyuan was in the kitchen, pouring oil into the pot Inside, I suddenly heard Gu Jiarui's violent crying from outside.

"What's wrong?" He poked his head out and asked.

Gu Feng's face was dark enough, and he said sullenly: "It's okay, my son is hungry."

By the time Yu Baoyuan finished a simple dinner, Gu Feng was already hungry.

He was looking forward to eating the meal Yu Baoyuan cooked for him, for so long that he even forgot himself.He picked up the chopsticks, full of excitement, unable to stop mouthful after mouthful.

"Eat slowly," Yu Baoyuan knocked on the side of his bowl, "That beggar on the overpass eats more elegantly than you..."

Gu Feng stopped his chopsticks in embarrassment, and after a long time, he smiled wryly and said, "Bao Yuan, you don't know how much I want to eat something made by you."

Yu Baoyuan glanced at him, then lowered his head, and took two mouthfuls of rice.

After dinner, Yu Baoyuan coaxed the little bastard to fall asleep first, and then put him on the crib and covered him with a small quilt, and he breathed a sigh of relief.