In the casserole on the stove, chicken soup was bubbling and steaming, and the rich aroma of chicken was everywhere.
Mom was wearing an apron, shredding the pork into thin strips. As she did so, she would occasionally lift the lid of the pot, stir it with a spoon, check the doneness of the soup, add some salt, and taste it.
Bai Yalan walked into the kitchen, hugged her mother's waist from behind, and said coquettishly: "Mom, it smells so good, why are you here today?"
Mother Bai was startled by her, but after hearing what her daughter said, she patted her hand in amusement, "You're already grown up, why are you still acting like a child, acting like a spoiled brat? You came over here without even saying a word. My dear, you must be exhausted from being out and about these past few days. Mommy made you some chicken soup, let's have some to replenish our bodies."
Bai Yalan smiled and let go of her hand. She looked at the steaming casserole chicken, took a deep breath, and said with great satisfaction, "Well, my mother's cooking skills are really good. I feel hungry just by smelling it."
Mother Bai gently nudged Bai Yalan, "Are you hungry? Then hurry up and wash up. Mom made porridge for you all early. Hurry up and wash up and sit down to rest. Your father and I are waiting for you to get up and have breakfast together before it gets cold."
Hearing that they were all waiting for her to have breakfast, Bai Yalan stuck out her tongue a little embarrassedly. She did get up this morning, a little later than usual.
"Okay, I'll wash my face and brush my teeth right away. I'm really a little hungry."
At that moment, Father Bai was peeling fruit in the living room. He peeled a few Fuji apples, cut them into pieces, and placed them on a plate. He also peeled a pineapple, cut it up, and soaked it in salt water.
The old man was wearing reading glasses and sitting next to me reading today's newspaper.
Hearing the noise, Dad Bai looked up and shouted to his daughter, "Xiaolan, after breakfast, remember to eat more fruit. Dad has peeled and cut it for you."
Bai Yalan responded with a crisp voice, "I know, Dad, please don't peel too much, I can't finish it."
Hearing his daughter's cheerful voice, Mr. Bai couldn't help but laugh, "Kid, if you can't finish it, just leave it there. It's ready whenever you want to eat it."
Old Master Bai looked up at his son's worthless smile, and he was filled with disdain. He couldn't help but say, "I say, if a child wants to eat fruit, she can peel it herself. She's already grown up, and you still have to peel and cut it for her. You're spoiling a good child like that."
Mr. Bai, however, looked completely innocent and argued for the first time: "Dad, I'm just peeling some fruit to show my concern because the kids have been so busy lately."
Mr. Bai snorted and continued reading his newspaper. It was a rare moment when he stopped scolding him.
Mr. Bai grinned. Although the old man didn't say it, he felt sorry for his granddaughter in his heart.
After washing up, Bai Yalan went to the kitchen to help her mother bring out a few dishes. Mother Bai served the porridge. The family had a rare opportunity to sit together and happily had breakfast.
After eating, Bai Yalan wanted to wash the dishes, but her father would not let her. He rolled up his sleeves and stopped his daughter aside, "Daughter, don't bother. Let daddy do it. You are going to do big things in the future. Let mom and dad take care of these small things."
When Bai Yalan heard this, she glared at him. Bai Yalan didn't know whether to laugh or cry, so she quickly advised him, "Dad, let me do it. Your daughter is going to do great things in the future. As the old saying goes, if you can't clean your own room, how can you clean up the world? It's just washing the dishes, it doesn't take much effort, let me do it." She looked at the old man again, "Don't you agree, Grandpa?"
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