“Tch, you’ve never tasted the buns he made, how do you know they’re the best?
Besides, Xiaobei, you are still sick now. Even if you make the buns, you can't eat them. So don't speak for him. Are you afraid of people saying your buns are ugly? "Zhou Chengxi still had a disdainful expression.
Chen Liyang raised his eyebrows at him, and the unconcerned look on Zhou Chengxi's face made Zhou Chengxi furious: "Why are you looking at me like that? I'm not wrong."
"I think you're pretty cute when you're angry." Chen Liyang replied with a smile.
This made Zhou Chengxi feel like his fist was hitting cotton: "You are so cute, your whole family is so cute!"
"Hahaha, Xiaoxi, you are indeed very cute. Isn't my family your family?"
Looking at the man laughing loudly, Zhou Chengxi finally realized and got around himself.
"You...you are not allowed to laugh..." he said incoherently.
But Chen Liyang stopped laughing, and the boss and the second child started laughing again.
The third child looked shriveled, like a lion whose fur had been smoothed down.
And they know that the third child doesn't really hate Chen Liyang, otherwise he wouldn't be here all the time to make his presence felt and not know it.
Chen Liyang was afraid that he would lose more than he gained if he continued teasing, so he waved to Lao San.
"What do you want to do?" Zhou Chengxi looked wary.
Chen Liyang explained with a smile: "Didn't you say that the buns I made were ugly?"
"That's right!" Zhou Chengxi whispered.
"Since you think it's ugly, why don't you come and try a few bags and let me see how beautiful your bags can be." In fact, Chen Liyang had noticed Zhou Chengxi's expression a long time ago and knew that he wanted to help.
Zhou Chengxi snorted coldly: "I'm prettier than you no matter what."
After saying that, he ran to the kitchen to wash his hands.
In fact, the buns he made did look better than Chen Liyang's.
The corners of Chen Liyang's mouth twitched a few times. At this moment, he had unprecedented doubts about his cooking skills.
It’s just that I can’t compare to the eldest brother and the second child in cooking. Why can’t I even make steamed buns as well as the third child?
Fortunately, Xiaobei didn't do anything. If he was compared with the fourth child again, he would lose face as a father.
"Not bad, Xiao Xi is quite good at it." In order to ease the embarrassment, he boasted guiltily.
Zhou Chengxi was extremely proud: "Let's just say your buns are the ugliest."
"I don't care, the buns made by dad must be the most delicious." Zhou Chengbei firmly chose to defend Chen Liyang.
Anyway, he doesn't allow anyone to say anything bad about Chen Liyang, not even his own brother.
During the week he was hospitalized, he saw how Chen Liyang took care of him and remembered it in his heart.
His biological parents died in a car accident when he was three years old, and his memory of them has always been blank.
It was Chen Liyang who gave him the father's love he imagined. Just like what is written in the book, father's love is fire, lighting the lamp of hope.
Chen Liyang used to be a devil to him, bringing him only despair.
And now Chen Liyang is the only light that lights up in his darkness, giving him hope of life.
He believes that his current father will always be with him and protect him, so he must spare no effort to stand by his side.
And the third brother will be like me one day.
Zhou Chengxi didn't want to argue with the patient's brother about this, so he responded perfunctorily: "Yes, yes, yes, his buns are the most delicious, right?"
After the first cage of steamed buns was wrapped, Chen Liyang steamed them.
The buns will be out of the pot in about fifteen minutes, and then the second steamer will be steamed.
Looking at the steamed buns, Chen Liyang was so embarrassed that he could dig out a third of an acre of land with his toes.
The steamed buns were ugly enough in the first place, but they turned out to be even uglier after being steamed. They were so ugly that they affected the appetite.
The five children also looked at the buns made by Chen Liyang and fell into an eerie silence.
"Then... well, I think it's better not to eat these buns. We'll give them to Aunt Zhao's Qiuqiu later. You can eat what you made yourself!" His buns are ugly, and some of them even look like they have just been pulled out. The food is the same, but there is absolutely no problem eating it, and Qiuqiu will definitely not have diarrhea like last time.
As he said that, he was about to pack it alone, but the boss grabbed one first and took a bite: "It's not that it's inedible, why would you give it to a dog?"
"You guys can eat in the south of the city and in the west of the city. Don't waste it." The boss picked up the buns made by Chen Liyang with his other hand and stuffed them to the second and third sons without any explanation.
Under the intimidation of the boss's eyes, the two of them bit the bullet and started eating. The taste was indeed good, but the appearance really affected their appetite!
Chen Liyang saw that they all ate, and his confidence returned.
I immediately got one for Wan Ning, but the one I got was from the boss and the others.
As for himself, he picked up the last bun he made and ate it. It was ugly and tasted great.
At this time, Xiaobei was extremely glad that he couldn't eat these indigestible things, otherwise his elder brother would definitely give him the last one.
It's not that he dislikes his father, but the bun really looks like poop, especially when the yellow soup inside leaks out...
It wasn't until half past nine that all the buns were steamed, so Chen Liyang didn't make many buns.
Two of them were sent to Aunt Zhao's house. In the end, Qiuqiu couldn't escape Chen Liyang's cooking skills and was forced to eat two buns. Fortunately, he didn't have diarrhea this time, which was really a blessing among misfortunes.
Just as Chen Liyang and his boss were cleaning up the kitchen, his cell phone charging in the room rang.
Hearing the phone ringing, Zhou Chengnan walked into Chen Liyang's room and came to the place where the mobile phone was charging. He picked up the mobile phone and saw that the word "fraud" was displayed on it, and immediately hung up the phone.
Just as he was about to go out, he glanced out of the corner of his eye and saw the design draft on the desk, and walked over involuntarily.
