33: C33 Ye Cheng

C33 Ye Cheng

Saturday, 1 o'clock.

The door handle rotated a few times, and the door slowly opened. A middle-aged man slowly walked in, but as soon as he entered, a puzzled expression appeared on his face.

He really wanted to know what the furry thing on his son's head was.

"Dad, you're back."

Ye Ziheng, who was sitting on the sofa watching TV, turned to look at the middle-aged man.

The middle-aged man was Ye Ziheng's father, Ye Cheng.

Uncle Ye looked at Ye Ziheng, then at the soft thing on top of his head.

"Ziheng, why do I feel that your cat looks familiar? Is it the cat you brought back to help us catch mice?"

Ye Ziheng nodded, but he did not dare to use too much strength, for fear that he would drop the Kui on his head.

"This kitten is not bad. In the future, when mice enter the house, it can help to catch them."

As Uncle Ye spoke, he walked into the kitchen and took out a bottle of milk.

"Dad, where's my mom?"

Uncle Ye drank a mouthful of milk and shook his head.

"I think she has something to do at her company. She told me not to pick him up," ___ said.

Uncle Ye seemed to remember something and hurried to Ye Ziheng's side.

"Ziheng, how about I cook for you today?"

Ye Ziheng's face darkened when he heard this.

Ye Cheng's cooking was really terrible. Ye Ziheng felt that he was still young, so he wouldn't take the initiative to seek death.

He remembered that when he was still in primary school, his father had decided to personally cook for Ye Ziheng and his classmates in order to celebrate his birthday.

The poor children still did not know Uncle Ye's cooking skills. They were full of anticipation as they waited for Uncle Ye to bring out the food.

In the end, all the children who attended Ye Ziheng's birthday party had diarrhea for a week.

Even Uncle Ye had to apply for three days of leave from the company after eating the food he made. He stayed at home and had diarrhea for three days.

Since then, Ye Ziheng did not dare to eat anything Uncle Ye made.

"There are still a few barrels of instant noodles at home..."

"Instant noodles are not healthy. If you want to eat noodles, I will cook it for you."

Uncle Ye said with a smile on his face.

"No need. I am not very hungry."

Ye Ziheng said again. No matter what, he would never eat his father's food again. He had already developed a psychological shadow over his father's food.

"You need to eat more even if you are not hungry. You are growing now. Do you want to eat more to grow taller?"

Uncle Ye said as he gave Ye Ziheng a strange smile.

Ye Ziheng saw this and felt a chill in his spine. He quickly took a few steps back to the door and grabbed the handle of the door.2

"Dad, I suddenly remembered that my classmate was looking for me today. I have to go now."

After saying that, Ye Ziheng immediately opened the door and ran out.

When Uncle Ye saw this scene, he couldn't help but shake his head.

"I just want to cook a meal for him. His reaction is too intense. I'll cook for myself."

As he spoke, Uncle Ye walked into the kitchen alone, and a faint smile appeared on his face.

"Today, I'll personally stir-fry a dish for myself."

As he spoke, he picked up a handful of green onions and placed them into the pot.

"I seem to have forgotten to turn on the induction cooker."

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