"It's really good. I often buy this fish. It's delicious." Ding Dacheng said cheerfully.

Ye Nianmo's eyes flashed, "I want everything in the bucket."

The people at the scene were dumbfounded. Ding Dacheng slapped his thigh and said, "My good son-in-law, if you want to eat all these, just one. Just one."

Ye Nianmo nodded, "Okay."

Next, wherever Ding Dacheng looked, Ye Nianmo's figure moved there. Only once, Ding Dacheng looked at the eggplant stall aside. Ye Nianmo hesitated for a while, then walked past silently with his head lowered, ignoring

caught his eyes.

"Why don't you buy it?" Ding Yiyi whispered to him. It was great to be able to see another side of him today.

She looked down at her and lowered her voice, "Because you don't like to eat."

An hour later, a handsome man in a suit and tie appeared on his way home, carrying a pile of dishes in his left and right hands.

After returning home and putting the fish into the pond, Ye Nianmo rolled up his sleeves and prepared to wash them.

"It would be better to wear an apron." Ding Yiyi turned to the living room and shouted, "Dad, do you have an apron at home?"

Ding Dacheng responded remotely, "It's true. I won it in a lottery when I went to buy gas the day before yesterday. Just wait."

After a while, he brought an apron, Ding Yiyi shook it open and burst into laughter.

Peach pink polka-dot apron, the breast pockets are shaped like strawberries, and the shoulder straps on both sides are inlaid with lace.

Ding Yiyi held back her laughter: "Well, I think it's very suitable. How cute."

Ye Nianmo glanced at the living room from the large window on the kitchen wall. Ding Dacheng was watching the Shaoxing opera with relish, and occasionally hummed along.

He turned his gaze back, grabbed the woman who wanted to run away after teasing her, and gave her a passionate French kiss.

"Yiyi, this remote control doesn't move." Ding Dacheng shouted outside the house.

When he saw her coming out, he was stunned and asked, "My child, what did you eat to make your face so red?"

Ding Yiyi's face turned redder, "No??? It's nothing."

In the afternoon, the family was preparing to make rice dumplings. President Ye pricked the lotus leaf for the fifth time, put too much rice for the third time, and tied the rope incorrectly twice.

He had a serious face, holding a funnel-shaped lotus leaf in his left hand and a spoon in his right hand, looking at the pot of rice in front of him as if facing an enemy.

"It's okay, it's okay. Yiyi has learned this thing for a long time before." Ding Dacheng comforted him while quickly rolling the lotus leaves into a funnel shape, putting some fried glutinous rice in it, and then half a salted duck egg.

, a piece of pork belly.

Ye Nianmo's eyes flashed, and he immediately followed his movements, and then rice emerged from the corner of the lotus leaf.

"Hahaha, it seems like I was like this before." Ding Yiyi laughed so hard that her branches trembled.

Ding Dacheng glared and said, "You kid, you still have the nerve to laugh. Why don't you wrap it up quickly? I'll get some more lotus leaves."

Ding Yiyi smiled and nodded, lowering her head and tinkering happily. It was really interesting to see him in a hurry.

"Yiyi."

"Well??Hmm."

Ye Nianmo held a lotus leaf in one hand and a spoon in the other. He leaned slightly sideways and kissed her lips. When he saw her eyes widening in surprise, he felt much better instantly.
Chapter completed!