When Zhang Chengbei saw Comrade Lu from next door taking out his violin and going out, he knew to be careful and close the doors and windows.

But his wife Huang Xinying opened the doors and windows again, and the tender voice of a child floated into the room.

Captain Zhang: "..." choked.

He twitched his chin: "Why? You also want to listen to the music, why not come and listen to me play the erhu."

Teacher Huang glanced at him indifferently, "Don't delay the violin playing next door, look, how nice it is, how pleasing to the eyes, Captain Lu from next door is singing with his sons."

Zhang Chengbei: "..."

For a moment, he didn't even know if his wife was speaking sarcastically.

Only the pleasing to the eyes part of this sentence was true.

He felt that a certain Teacher Huang had lost his mind.

Zhang Chengbei sighed: "Listen, they can sing so well..."

"How old are they? It's already very good that they can sing so well. You have to look at every child with a developmental perspective and believe that they have the power to grow and improve." Teacher Huang thought that the two children sang quite well and that one should not make random definitions.

"Haven't you heard of the saying 'late bloomer'?"

Zhang Chengbei snorted, "I've only heard that you can tell a person's future at the age of three, his old age at the age of seven, and his whole life at the age of twelve..." "

Then have you ever learned the story of hurting Zhongyong?

If a person is very smart when he is young, he may not be very good when he grows up." Captain Zhang said firmly, "I think our son Dun Dun is more capable. He learned to speak quite early and spoke earlier than the kid next door."

Captain Zhang had already inquired about this matter, and his son Dun Dun was definitely better.

Teacher Huang raised her eyelids, "The girl from Li Qinghua's family is smarter. You can hear how eloquent she is. How old is she?"

Captain Zhang: "..."

"I can't compete with you women."

"Humph, don't jump to conclusions. Who knows, there might be a singer next door."

Teacher Huang felt that the little tea fairy next door was very capable. Who knows what she could teach her son to be like in the future. They should not laugh at her too early.

Be careful.

Unfortunately, what Teacher Huang didn't know was that after knowing that her own old Lu was going to take the two little Lu to play music and sing, the little tea fairy had sneaked out alone. She didn't want to stay at home and listen to such a terrible sound.

With Comrade Lao Lu looking at her like a traitor, Qin Rou found an excuse to slip out. She hummed a little tune, first went to the beach to step on the water, picked up a few beautiful small shells, and then went to buy pig's trotters, planning to go home to make a casserole to stew the pig's trotters.

Tonight she will make a table of casseroles and let her casseroles dominate the Lu family's dining table.

In the past three years, Comrade Qin Rou has collected a lot of small stoves and casseroles. There are more small casseroles at home than rolling pins.

Clay pot porridge, clay pot stew, and clay pot rice are really her favorites.

As soon as she brought the pig's trotters home, she found that there were guests at home. After a careful look, she found that it was Comrade Zhao Jianghong.

Zhao Jianghong was very happy to see her. He exchanged a few polite words and thanked her. "Thank you, sister-in-law. If it weren't for you, I wouldn't have known Mingxiu."

Qin Rou: "... No, no, it's the fate God gave you two." Actually, it was the fate the monkey gave.

Lu Yan interrupted and said, "It's my sister-in-law."

Zhao Jianghong glanced at "Brother Lu" and sneered in his heart, thinking, you are being humble again now, and you recognize your brother? Brother Lu?

"We have guests at home today, so let's cook more food."

"Sister-in-law, don't bother."

"It's not a big deal." Qin Rou was just about to try cooking multiple casseroles at once.

In the evening, Qin Rou cooked shrimp casserole porridge for the children. She used the northern rice that Hua Hua's mother sent. The red shrimps with their heads removed were soaked in the soft and glutinous rice porridge. There were also mushrooms and diced carrots. The fresh green onions dotted the porridge, which was particularly appetizing.

However, when the children saw the tiny diced carrots, their expressions were also very subtle. They

didn't want to drink porridge, but it smelled delicious.

She also made vermicelli shrimp in clay pot, meatballs in tomato soup in clay pot, tomato and bean curd lettuce in clay pot, and basil and sausage clay pot rice.

The clay pot rice she cooked today was relatively simple, the most basic basil and sausage clay pot rice. She put a fried egg in the middle of the rice, half of it was covered with green vegetables, and the other half was covered with basil. She cut the bright red basil into thin slices and spread them on the rice like phoenix tails. Finally, Qin Rou sprinkled some black sesame seeds on it, which was fragrant and tempting, and there was also a crispy pot crust.

The highlight of the evening was the casserole stewed pig's trotter and the casserole stewed fish with golden soup. The casserole stewed pig's trotter was a dish she had wanted to make for a long time. Cut the pig's trotter into pieces and blanch it with cooking wine, then stir-fry the spices, burn rock sugar to color the pig's trotter, and then put the soybean pig's trotter and spices into the casserole for slow cooking. The slow-cooked pig's trotter was fragrant, soft and glutinous, making people drool.

Although the mainland family doesn't eat chili peppers, the golden soup pot cooked with yellow lantern chili sauce is absolutely the best. Once the golden soup pot comes out, it's so delicious that you cry. The golden soup fish with pickled cabbage is also added with bean skin. The fish meat has a smooth texture and rich fresh flavor. The soup can be drunk directly.

Lu Yan went to the kitchen to help, and all the pots of dishes were brought to the table. Zhao Jianghong looked at the pots of delicious dishes in front of him. He was first tempted by the rich aroma, and then he exclaimed in amazement - the Lu family actually had so many pots?

"My wife likes clay pots, so she bought a lot of them."

Zhao Jianghong nodded, not quite understanding. "When I get married and move into the family compound, should I buy a few more pots in advance? Where did you buy this clay pot?"

"I bought it in Guangzhou." After Lu Yan finished speaking, he teased, "I suggest you buy a few more black pots."

Zhao Jianghong: "I don't take the blame."

"At home, if you don't take the blame, who will? Old Zhao, you really don't have any ideological awareness at all."

Zhao Jianghong suddenly realized, "So this is the experience of those who have been through it."

As expected of someone who has been married for three years, he should take the initiative to take the blame at home. This rule should be remembered.

Zhao Jianghong regretted not taking a small notebook to remember it.

But he thought that he had eaten so many casserole dishes tonight, so he should remember this black pot. In the future of their married life, he should take the initiative to take the blame. Comrade Lu Yan should have taken a lot of black pots.

Qin Rou, who listened to their conversation, was speechless for a while: "..."

She glared at Lu Yan. Are you fooling around here? Captain Lu?

Lu Yan whistled playfully.

Lu Zongyi and his wife had long since returned to their hometown in Shandong Province. At the end of the year, Xia Mingxi was also taken to live with his mother. So now it was Lu Yan and his wife with their two sons and a guest, Zhao Jianghong, who were eating at home. The five of them sat at a table to eat.

Qin Rou scooped a bowl of shrimp porridge for each of the two kids.

Zhou Zhou and Xiao Dumpling had sharp eyes. When they saw the carrot cubes in the porridge, they turned their heads away.

"No porridge."

"No, brother."

Qin Rou smiled softly, "If you don't eat porridge tonight, we will have stir-fried carrot slices and steamed carrots tomorrow."

Zhou Zhou and Dumpling: "..."

Brother Zhou Zhou looked at Lu Yan: "Dad, can't you control her?"

Lu Yan picked up a steamed bun, took a bite, and admitted directly: "I can't control her, your mother controls me."

Zhao Jianghong: "..."

He suddenly realized that this is how Brother Lu is at home?

Learned again.

Zhao Jianghong's learned expression attracted Lu Yan's attention. Lu Yan picked up a fish ball and his eyes stayed on Zhao Jianghong. The boy's appearance today made him think of Lao Wang.

This...

Why do these people become different people after finding a partner? Very fascinated.

Moreover, Zhao Jianghong was dressed like this. Lu Yan stared at his white shirt, and then looked at his own white shirt, "..."

Zhao Jianghong also had a pen in his pocket, and he brought a book of philosophy when he came.

Lu Yan thought, pretending, this is too much. He

actually pretended in front of your brother Lu.

Zhao Jianghong ate the fragrant and soft stewed pig's trotters, and tasted a few mouthfuls of vermicelli. It was so delicious that he wanted to bite off his tongue. He thought about how he had eaten in the cafeteria for so many years and met so many kitchen squad leaders, but he had never enjoyed such a good few days.

The scenes of the kitchen squad leader holding a spatula in the past turned page by page in front of his eyes.

Do you know what kind of people are privately scrambling to join the army?

——Cook delicious dishes.

Offer them to the ancestors.

Thinking of the frozen vegetables and green bean sprouts on the ship when they went out to sea... and the toast that made people lose their appetite...

Zhao Jianghong felt sad. He had to turn his sadness into appetite. His beautiful life in the future has not started yet. He will continue to eat in the cafeteria for a while, while Comrade Lao Lu has lived this kind of life for three years.

He bit the pig's trotter thinking it was Lu Yan, but when he looked up, he saw Lu Yan's eyes fixed on his clothes. Zhao Jianghong couldn't help but feel happy. He remembered something and quickly pulled his sleeve and said, "This dress was picked for me by Mingxiu when I went out. Does it fit?"

"Not bad." Seeing the smug look in his eyes, Lu Yan took a bite of the steamed bun, then smiled contemptuously, and touched the clothes at the collar with his index finger, and said inconspicuously, "This was made by my wife."

Seeing Zhao Jianghong's expression, Lu Yan added lightly, "Tailor-made."

Zhao Jianghong: "..." Old Comrade Zhao thought to himself that I had lost.

Qin Rou: "..."

Comrade Xiao Qin wanted to cover his face. It was embarrassing. Captain Lu had to try hard to cover up the threads hidden inside. Although the clothes looked bright and beautiful on the surface, inside... only Comrade Xiao Qin knew what was inside.

Zhao Jianghong nodded and said, "Aren't they the four major items for marriage? Watches, radios, bicycles, sewing machines, I know."

"When I get married, I can also wear the clothes made by my wife."

Lu Yan thought, first of all, your wife must know how to make them.

Qin Rou thought, why do women have to make things difficult for other women? Men also have a terrible desire to compare.

Lu Yan leaned over and put his arm around his little dumpling's shoulder: "My son is wearing the same thing. The three of us, father and son, are wearing clothes made by my wife."

Zhao Jianghong: "..."

He thought that one day I would be able to do the same, and then he would definitely bring his son to the Lu family and jump on the lawn.

Little Dumpling said: "Mom also made little fish."

With the help of his father, he jumped off the small chair and went to the small room to take out the fish to show his uncle.

When he came back, he was holding a little shark doll in his arms and showed it to Zhao Jianghong.

Zhou Zhou and Dumpling haven't taken the fish made by their mother to the kindergarten to show other children, because they like the little fat fish very much and don't want other children to dirty or damage it, so they keep it at home and don't show it to outsiders.

But the uncle in front of them is such a big friend, he will definitely not snatch their little fat fish.

Dumpling smiled happily holding the little fat fish in his arms, his beautiful dark eyes sparkling, like a black gem shining in water.

His voice was sticky and soft, "Dede has it too."

Zhou Zhou said: "Mom and Dad have it too."

Zhao Jianghong: "..." Okay, your whole family has little sharks, he doesn't understand why the Lu family has so many little sharks.

Mom and Dad actually have it too?

This is a family.

He was absolutely not jealous.

Zhao Jianghong looked at the two children in front of him, not thinking about the magic sounds they made in the yard. He looked at the chubby faces of the two little guys, who looked exactly like Lu Yan, with the same eyebrows and the same nose. He couldn't help but laugh in his heart, Captain Lu, your sons really ruin your prestige.

But Zhao Jianghong was a little envious in his heart, if only his future children could look like him.

As if seeing what he was thinking, Lu Yan raised his eyebrows and smiled: "My son looks like me, right?"

"Yes, quite a bit."

Zhao Jianghong looked at the childish face that looked like Lu Yan, and for a moment, he felt that they were both lovable and hateful. He couldn't help but want to tease the two little guys.

"Your names are Zhou Zhou and Dumpling, right?"

Zhou Zhou and Dumpling nodded.

"Come, uncle will ask you a question. Does your mother love your elder brother Zhou Zhou the most? Or your younger brother Dumpling? Or both of them?"

Dumpling said without thinking: "Mom loves Dad the most!"

Zhao Jianghong: "???!!!!"

Love Dad the most???

He had heard other adults ask children this question before, and the kids all said that Mom loved them the most, but...

Zhou Zhou said: "Mom loves Dad the most, and Dad loves Mom the most, so there are Zhou Zhou and Dumpling."

Zhao Jianghong: "???!!!"

Lu Yan's smile became even brighter, and his handsome face smiled so boldly and wantonly. He thought to himself, they are all good sons of Dad.

"That's what Mom said."

Qin Rou coughed to cover up.

Zhao Jianghong: "..."

Comrade Zhao regretted why he asked such a question.

He was impressed by his child.