Chapter 13, Family, Big News!!!
Since they were already there, Yan Xingli took Yu Yu to the mall to buy supplies and then discovered a newly opened private restaurant nearby, which was receiving rave reviews on social media.
Just as I was having the idea of having a treat, the production team offered me a job.
Please prepare a delicious lunch for your little one.
Yan Xingli had a toothache after receiving the task card.
He knew the production team wouldn't let him take care of the kids easily, so Yan Xingli sheepishly drove home.
Welcome home.
"I'll cook today."
Little Flower, who was following behind the grandmother and granddaughter, paused for a moment, her round, robotic eyes scrutinizing Yan Xingli from head to toe, before hesitantly nodding:
"Okay, Brother Xing."
Yan Xingli pretended not to see Xiao Hua's suspicion, and he raised his arm and grabbed the child who was dragging the sack inside.
"Yuyu, don't put the recyclables where you sleep. There's a small storage room next door; put them there."
Qi Youyu kicked her short legs and struggled: "I know, I know everything."
"Also, remember to take out the bottles and jars inside and wash them. Otherwise, the smell will be too strong."
Most of the plastic bottles still contain leftover beverages and are covered with a layer of sticky grime, making them neither hygienic nor safe.
The child nodded vigorously, then waved his dirty little hands impatiently and said, "Okay, put me down now."
Yan Xingli loosened his grip, and Yu Yu immediately dragged the clanging junk into the storage room without looking back, slamming the door shut.
Yan Xingli jumped up: "Hey, close the door gently."
The storage room was filled with all sorts of random things, but the floor was kept very clean. Qi Youyu laboriously emptied out the junk.
The child lay down on the ground, propped his chin on his hand, and said with bright eyes, "Little Flower, look, these are all the treasures I found. Aren't there so many?"
Xiaohua's eyes were sharp, and she adopted a posture as if facing a formidable enemy: "Yuyu, your hands are covered with bacteria from the junkyard. Please don't rub your eyes or touch your mouth. Please put your hands out."
Qi Youyu obediently stood up, rubbed her hands and touched her head under Xiaohua's open mouth, and performed a simple disinfection.
Then Xiaohua took action and dragged all the waste into the bathroom for cleaning and disinfection.
The bathroom at home is quite large, and a sack of waste didn't take up much space.
The viewers in the live stream watched as Xiaohua used all four hands to work simultaneously, scrubbing and cleaning each bottle until it shone brightly, and even repairing broken toys to their original condition.
【Wow, this robot named Xiaohua is amazing! It can even repair toys, and its movements are more precise than a human's.】
A day has passed, and hasn't anyone managed to find the bot's link yet?
With Xiao Hua by Qi Youyu's side, Yan Xingli was not worried about the child being in danger.
He was busy in the kitchen by himself, but contrary to what the audience imagined, he was very organized and unhurried throughout the cooking process, just like a seasoned pro.
Sigh, the more I look at it, the more something seems off...
Why is chicken breast ground into a paste and put into a plastic bag?
[This technique, these steps, could it be what I'm thinking?]
Half an hour later.
Yan Xingli served dog food, cat food, and vegetable salad to the table.
Qi Youyu tilted her head, her expression full of surprise: "Uncle, are Qianjin and Eleme eating with us today?"
Qianjin and Eleme have their own small dining table, a complete set of rosewood tables and chairs, Chanel bowls and spoons. Why would she be so foolish as to eat at the same table as her humble pet owner?
Yan Xingli touched the tip of his nose and forced a smile as he explained, "No, today we're going to try something different and sample their favorite food."
There's nothing we can do about it; his specialty is cat and dog food.
But it's not a big problem; although the flavor is bland, it's still edible.
Unexpectedly, Xiaohua was happy to see it happen: "Cat food and dog food are made with high-quality ingredients, are nutritious, and have less oil and salt, making them healthier and tastier for human consumption."
Yan Xingli's lips twitched. He admitted to the first half of the statement, but resolutely denied the second half.
Healthy doesn't equal delicious; he, who eats leafy greens every day, is the best person to say that.
Yu Yu is a non-picky eater; she doesn't care if it's cat food or dog food, as long as it fills her stomach, it's good food.
The child picked up the bowl and looked around: "Uncle, today is fried chicken day, where's the fried chicken?"
Fish asked expectantly, "Did you hide it?"
"Huh?" Yan Xingli took a while to realize that he had promised the child last week that he would have fried chicken today.
The child stared at him expectantly.
Yan Xingli feigned composure: "The best fried chicken should be saved for last, let's eat it tonight."
Although Qi Youyu was a little disappointed after her uncle said that, she still obediently ate the whole bowl of cat food that was a mixture of broccoli, carrots, beef cubes and corn.
Making fried chicken isn't difficult, but the process can be a bit dangerous.
Yan Xingli spent the afternoon watching fried chicken tutorials with Yu Yu on his back, and then ordered fried chicken powder, breadcrumbs, and freshly slaughtered free-range chicken.
Seasonings, cooking utensils, and chicken are all in place.
The fact that struggling students have a lot of stationery gave Yan Xingli a lot of confidence.
As evening fell and the sky was ablaze with red clouds, a famous celebrity wearing an apron and a chef's hat shook his hands as he tossed chicken pieces into a pot of boiling oil.
The hot oil sizzled and crackled.
Li Zhi, watching from outside the screen, was terrified.
What is Yan Xingli doing? He's actually making fried chicken with his meticulously maintained hands! It's unbelievable! She just got him a high-end jewelry endorsement yesterday!
Li Zhi stared intently at the screen, wishing she could fly to his side immediately.
[Hahahaha, I've discovered that Yan Xingli has a real comedic talent. Stop trying to squeeze into historical dramas, go do some modern comedies!]
[Guards, give him a helmet and a pair of gloves. (dog emoji)]
The fried chicken, which was full of her uncle's expectations, was served. Yu Yu took only one bite and then spat it out. Her little face was all scrunched up as she looked at her uncle with pain and shock.
"Uncle, did you poison the chicken?"
"It's so bitter."
Yan Xingli: "...I didn't poison it, I just put it in a pot of boiling oil once."
At this moment, Yan Xingli was still stubbornly denying it to himself.
His fried chicken just didn't look up to standard, but was it poisoned? Why go to such lengths?
Qi Youyu tapped the fried chicken with her chopsticks and picked up a small piece of skin that had been knocked off: "Uncle, eat this."
Unconvinced, Yan Xingli opened his mouth.
"!!!"
Good heavens, did he make this bitter and astringent stuff?
What's the difference between this and feeding yourself rat poison?
Yan Xingli couldn't help but vomit. Looking at the child across from him, who was grinning from ear to ear, he pressed his temples and said weakly:
"Fish, fish."
"Milk is good for detoxification. Go...go get a bottle for your uncle."
[Pass this on: Yan Xingli has been poisoned by himself; the Chinese entertainment industry is saved!]
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The grandmother and grandson, who hadn't managed to eat fried chicken, quickly made up for it with a cat meal.
Qi Youyu, who was stuffed from drinking yogurt, sat on the sofa with her little belly sticking out, watching videos on her tablet to pass the time.
Yan Xingli secretly took extra lessons last night, knowing that Yu Yu couldn't write her own name. Since he had some free time, he could teach her to write her name.
She can build a time machine, so learning to write is a piece of cake for her.
However, the result was unexpected: such a clever little scientist refused to learn to write.
When Yan Xingli came to check the results for the sixth time, the child propped his head up, stared blankly at the notebook with lifeless eyes.
"Fish?"
Yan Xingli waved his hand in front of her eyes.
"Qi Youyu, speak."
The child still ignored him. Yan Xingli gritted his teeth, pinched the child's chubby chin, and shook it.
"Why aren't you responding when your uncle talks to you?"
The child blinked twice.
Then he pointed to his own ear, shook his head like a rattle-drum, and waved his hand.
"...Are you pretending to be deaf?" Yan Xingli asked incredulously.
[The child is already putting what they've learned to good use; wow, this new brain is really useful!]
Qi Youyu raised her hand and made a shushing gesture, looking very serious: "Uncle, this is the wisdom of a little person."
Yan Xingli looked embarrassed as the boomerang pierced his body.
He found it both funny and infuriating: "It's just asking you to learn to write your own name, not asking you to do a hundred math problems."
The child perked up: "Uncle, if I do a hundred math problems, will I not have to write?"
Yan Xingli fell silent. This child really didn't like writing.
Back when he was her age, he would rather be beaten with bamboo shoots and pork than do arithmetic problems.
Yan Xingli was at his wit's end.
Garlic Bird, since she doesn't study on Earth, it doesn't seem that important whether she can write her own name or not.
"Go do your thing."
With only half an hour left in today's live stream, Yan Xingli was killing time by applying a face mask and soaking her feet.
Yu Yu casually pushed her notebook aside, and her fluffy head peeked under her uncle's armpit to rub against his phone.
As luck would have it, a video mocking Yan Xingli as an incompetent fool suddenly appeared.
[Family members, this is juicy gossip!]
[Yan Xingli not only failed English in his college entrance exam, but his math score was also disastrous, only fifty-five points!]
No wonder his acting was so bad; it turns out he's not very bright and genuinely couldn't understand the script! We all misunderstood him!
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