"Really, Han Chen?"

Han Chen paused and said, "Yeah."

"Forget it, just put your phone on silent. Out of sight, out of mind."

Buzz - buzz - the phone vibrated twice at an inappropriate time.

"Okay," Han Chen took out his cell phone.

on the screen.

Zhou Mo: Where are the people?

Zhou Mo: Why don’t you speak again?

Han Chen quickly replied: Something happened.

Zhou Mo:ok.

Han Chen muted his cell phone, put it back in his pocket, and pretended that nothing happened.

Zongzheng picked up the cigarette, licked it with three fingers, and threw the cigarette butt into the trash can.

He pointed to a pot of prepared shrimps in front of him and asked, "Which one of you can do this?"

Han Chen: "I can't."

"I guess Du Moliang won't either."

Zongzheng washed his hands, opened the drawer and searched for it. Finally he found an apron in a cupboard. He shook it off and put it on.

"Is the celery done?"

"alright."

Mao Qin had already removed the leaves, and Han Chen took the basin and washed it several times under the faucet.

Zongzheng took out the chopping board and knife, chopped the celery into short pieces, put the pot on the fire and poured oil in one go.

Seeing his fierce movements, Han Chen couldn't help but frown. While stepping aside, he opened the range hood above.

Zongzheng was a strong man in his late teens, wearing a blue-purple floral apron. The contrast... Han Chen couldn't appreciate it.

Du Moliang, who came to the kitchen to inspect, saw Zongzheng's outfit and laughed so hard that he couldn't stand up straight, "Pfft-hahahaha..."

Zongzheng glared at him coldly, "What's so funny."

Du Moliang held his stomach and couldn't stand upright against the door. His face was cramped and he couldn't speak. He could only wave his hands, "No, no, I have to take it easy for a while... hahahaha..."

Zongzheng ignored him, and when the oil was hot, he put in the stir-fry ingredients first, then onions, ginger, and garlic, and stir-fried over high heat. The flames were strong, but Zongzheng was not afraid at all. He held the frying spoon in one hand and started to stir-fry.

Turn the fire around and continue to stir-fry the spices.

When the pot was full of red oil, he put it down, poured a pot of fresh shrimps in, and continued to stir-fry like sand.

Brutal and rough, this is Zongzheng's way of frying shrimp.

Han Chen frowned.

Du Moliang, who finally suppressed his smile, came over and patted Han Chen on the shoulder, "He, hahaha, is just such a person. Hahaha, let's go make some rice."

The two steamed rice, and Zongzheng quickly fried two vegetarian dishes.

Before the dishes were out of the pot, Zongzheng came out of the kitchen with a spatula in his hand. He looked serious and listened carefully, "Is Xiaoyi awake?"

"No?" Du Moliang raised his ears, "I didn't hear the sound." He put down the bowls and chopsticks in his hands, "I'll go take a look."

Only then did Zongzheng re-enter the kitchen.

After a while, Du Moliang came back holding a crying Zong Yi.

Zong Yi felt aggrieved, with tears still on his face, and let out a whimpering sound. He looked like an obedient little sheep, lying on Du Moliang's shoulder.

Du Moliang patted his back, "Why are you crying? I'm not your uncle here?"

Zong Yi grabbed the cuff of Du Moliang's short sleeves with his little hands, "Mom..."

"Your mother has gone to work," Du Moliang's tone was not gentle at all. He also pretended to slap Zong Yi's butt as punishment, "Your father is here too. Why are you looking for a mother? Man, don't cry."

Zong Yi's nose twitched, his mouth was dry, and his small facial features shrank. He let out a "wow--" and cried loudly with his eyes closed.

Zong Zheng came out of the kitchen carrying a spatula, "Why are you crying? Why are you crying?"

Zong Yi shut up instantly and burst into tears.

Du Moliang hugged Zong Yi and asked him to turn his back to Zong Zheng. "Your dad is so embarrassed again. Ignore him. Let's go and watch cartoons."

He brought Zong Yi to the living room.

Maybe it was because Zong Zheng had hurt Zong Yi, or maybe Du Moliang used cartoons to attract Zong Yi's attention. Zong Yi had a runny nose and twitched, but didn't cry anymore.

Du Moliang took out the paper in disgust and cleaned it up for Zong Yi.

"You, you, you are so annoying," Du Moliang carried Zong Yi to the bathroom to wash his face.

During this period, due to an accident, Du Moliang's shirt was splashed with water. He took Zong Yi out like a fish, "Han Chen, help me take care of him for a while."

Han Chen conveniently pinched Zong Yi's armpit and took it, letting him sit on his lap.

Zong Yi didn't recognize him, his little hands were tangled together, and he looked up at Han Chen curiously.

"What do you want me to do?" Han Chen looked at Zong Yi's innocent face, suddenly smiled softly, and lightly traced Zong Yi's fleshy face with his fingertips.

Zong Yi was so amused that he said, "Uncle, I have seen you, and the beautiful aunts all said that you are good-looking and handsome."

Du Moliang changed into a T-shirt, and when he came out of the room, he heard his nephew praising Han Chen.

"You little guy, you can be a master of water transfer all day long, right?"

Zong Yi didn't understand what "Master Duanshui" meant, so he chuckled twice, "Mom also said that uncle is good-looking."

Du Moliang frowned, "Why does your mother still praise other men? Aren't you afraid that your father will be jealous?"

Zong Yi took it for granted, "My mother often praises other uncles for their good looks."

Du Moliang took Zong Yi from Han Chen's arms and lightly praised Zong Yi, saying, "Don't talk nonsense in the future."

Then he put Zong Yi on the ground like a bird and said, "Let's play."

Zong Yi kicked his feet and ran to the kitchen.

Du Moliang turned around and asked Han Chen: "Have you met Xiaoyi?"

Han Chen nodded, "I went to the pediatrician for a consultation. Xiaoyi happened to be there at the time."

Du Moliang chuckled, "This boy, despite his young age, has a good memory. I guess my sister and the nurses in their department praised you in private, and he heard it."

Han Chen lowered his head and smiled slightly.

Du Moliang was suddenly frightened when he saw his gentle expression.

On weekdays, Han Chen always had a sage face that he kept away from strangers. Even people he was familiar with didn't see him being very amiable.

Why is it that after hugging Zong Yi, his whole person changes?

"Get out!" An angry voice suddenly came from the kitchen.

Zong Yi ran out of it as if he was running away and threw himself into Du Moliang's arms.

"What's wrong? Did you make your dad angry again?" Du Moliang held up Zong Yi's head.

Zong Yi shrank into Du Moliang's arms and turned to look behind him.

Zong Zheng came out of the kitchen with a plate of food in one hand and looked in Zong Yi's direction, "Try messing with things in the kitchen again!"

Zong Yi was so frightened that he hugged Du Moliang's thigh and did not dare to look at Zong Zheng.

Du Moliang picked up Zong Yi and said, "You, you, when will you stop being so naughty? Not to mention your father, your uncle, I want to deal with you."

"Uncle..." Zong Yi hugged Du Moliang's neck and murmured coquettishly.

"Um?"

"I can't move, kitchen thing," Zong Yi said vaguely, his voice a little aggrieved.

Du Moliang touched Zong Yi's head and shouted in the direction of the kitchen, "Did you hear that? Your son said he would never touch anything in the kitchen again."

Zongzheng came out with a large basin of shrimp, "Just protect him!"

Du Moliang said with a smile: "Xiao Yi is your son, not your enemy. Why are you so cruel to him?"
Chapter completed!