"I'll agree to anything except this," Fang Hua said, sounding a little guilty.
Fang Rong rolled her eyes. "Besides this, do you think I have any other requirements?"
Honestly, Fang Hua is good in every way, except he's too strong. If he were a little weaker and just played the submissive role, he would be perfect. Unfortunately, he's the dominant one.
It would be very embarrassing to be unable to get out of bed every day because of such a baby, so Fang Rong usually tries to cover it up as much as possible.
"You can ask me for a gift." Fang Hua casually dipped a little cream in his hand and put it in his mouth.
Fang Rong slapped him across the face. "Besides giving away underwear with holes and milk lollipops, what else can you give away?"
He put the kneaded dough into the mold and pushed it into the oven.
"I can also dance the peacock dance for you."
"I don't need it."
"Then what do you need?"
"I need you to behave properly in bed." The topic has come back to this again.
"I'm very well-behaved," Fang Hua said, looking completely bewildered.
"You're such a good boy." Fang Rong tried to take the stewed fish out of the pot, but it was too hot and she failed several times.
On the contrary, Fang Hua came over and brought the fish over. He didn't feel anything at all, and his hands weren't burned.
"Isn't it hot?" Fang Rong only just remembered that he had a special ability. He was sometimes so forgetful that he always forgot he had one.
"It's not hot." Fang Hua is a multi-talented individual; he can wrap a layer of ice around his fingertips to prevent them from getting hot.
"Then take this to the old man." He had made steamed fish once before, and the old man had been nagging about it ever since, asking several times why he hadn't made steamed fish, so he made it this time when he had some free time.
The training was intense the past two days, and he didn't even come home to cook lunch. Fang Rong felt a little embarrassed, since he had only been there a few days and was already doing this kind of thing, which was equivalent to taking leave. He was particularly afraid of being accused of being troublesome, so he would help the old man water the flowers and tidy up the room whenever he had free time.
The old man was always very clean, and he would clean the house once a week when he had free time. Because it was quiet and not many people came, the house was always kept very clean. After Fang Rong came, he cleaned the house every other day.
His special ability is convenient. It would normally take most people several hours to clean, and one or two days to finish cleaning from top to bottom. But he can use several rags and mops at the same time and finish in about half an hour. He cleans very well and doesn't miss any corners.
"Okay." Fang Hua quickly picked up the steamed fish and went to the front yard, where the old man was probably waiting.
Fang Rong shook her head and continued cooking. She figured only Fang Hua would like spicy diced chicken; the old man could have a taste, but he couldn't handle spicy food.
The old man dotes on Fang Hua and specially asked him to cook two dishes that Fang Hua likes. How come everyone likes Fang Hua? Is he popular with both young and old?
The old man was already smitten after only a few meetings, praising him as cute, lively, and endearing.
This evaluation is even higher than the other party's, even though he's the one who cooks, washes pots and pans, and does the dishes every day. Are you kidding me?
Is it true that no amount of hard work can compare to a pretty face?
Fang Rong, who had already lost miserably, sighed and plated the spicy diced chicken. Since there were three people today, especially the gluttonous Fang Hua, he specially made two extra dishes.
It's a bit embarrassing to eat at someone else's house and stay there for free. Fang Rong brought it up whenever he had time. After all, he only hired one chef and brought along a burden like this. The key is that he can eat so much, he ate enough for three people by himself. He should at least show some appreciation.
The old man laughed heartily, "I've been quiet for so long, it's rare to have another lively character like this. Just let him stay. Do you think I'm short of money?"
The old man is certainly not short of money. Not to mention having a house full of children and grandchildren, he probably won't be able to spend all the money he has earned in his lifetime.
Besides, he's an old man, and it must be quite lonely by himself. Having Fang Hua with him will keep him from getting too bored.
"Alright then." Fang Rong could only agree, thinking that she would just take better care of the old man in the meantime and not let him feel disheartened.
Seeing that the old man liked Fang Hua, he asked Fang Hua to serve him tea and water, which amused the old man so much that he kept praising him for being filial and would ask Fang Hua whenever he had free time.
Fang Hua stole and ate your fish!
Fish have two sides. That guy not only stole a bite, but he also flipped the other side over, making it look like he hadn't eaten it at all. When the old man saw this, he quickly put down his chopsticks to cover for him, afraid that Fang Rong would hit him again.
This is really embarrassing.
How come this guy is so lucky? He's liked by people everywhere he goes.
It has to be said that good looks give you the freedom to be capricious. Fang Hua is as beautiful as a jade sculpture, seven points prettier than a girl, and not inferior to those famous big stars at all.
He still has a baby face that hasn't fully developed yet. Once he grows up, he'll probably be even more captivating, and people will make way for him wherever he goes.
Borrowing something or receiving a gift is a piece of cake for me; I always come back with a ton of presents.
Unfortunately, this guy was blind to the value of things, thinking that big means expensive and good, and has already wasted so much of the other person's effort, which is a real pity.
"Come and try the cake, how about it?" The cake is a dessert served after the meal, and it's the last thing to be made, so it's only done after everyone has finished eating.
Fang Hua loves cake the most, so she quickly responded and ran over, saying, "I'm here."
He was also holding a huge plate, the kind of large round plate used for serving steamed buns, as big as three regular plates.
...
"How big do you think it should be?" Considering that the old man was unlikely to eat cake at his age, and that he was just going to have a taste, I only made a small cake, about the size of a plate.
It's mainly for Fang Hua to eat.
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