Tang Huan paused and turned to look at him, somewhat panicked, "Why are we the only ones eating? Where's Dad?"
"I heard that Erxuan insisted that he go." Meng Zeyan lowered his head and continued to cut meat. Only he knew how hard it was to hold back his laughter.
How can she be so cute and soft?
How could this be? Comrade Xing Cui went to check on the situation, so why did Comrade Meng Qinghe also go?
Erxuan is already such a grown-up, is there anything he can't handle on his own? And he still asks his uncle for help!
After stirring the eggs twice, Tang Huan couldn't help but get curious and moved closer to Meng Zeyan, "What did you say to Erxuan?"
With Erxuan making so much noise, will the old couple let Meng Zeyan go when they come back?
"I said I'd take him to stay at my place for two days." Meng Zeyan looked at her curious expression and said with a smile, "And ask him to do me a favor."
"······" Tang Huan probably guessed what that busyness was about...
With an unconcealed smile on his face, Meng Zeyan looked at the stool beside him and said to Tang Huan, "Go sit over there. I'll chop the meat."
Tang Huan looked at him, took a few steps back, sat down on the stool, and asked quietly, "Are mom and dad not coming back?"
"Don't worry, Mom and Dad will be back with Erxuan soon." Meng Zeyan looked back at her, "I'm leaving tomorrow. I want to be alone with you for a while."
Meng Zeyan probably looked forward to her winter vacation even more than Tang Huan did, so that he could see her every day.
It’s not like now, where we see each other once a week more often and once every two months less often.
If he wanted to have dinner with her alone, he would have to go to great lengths to get the old couple out. He might even get scolded when they came back.
Tang Huan seems a little depressed. He came back yesterday afternoon and will leave tomorrow!
"Early tomorrow morning?"
"Yes, I'll take you to school tomorrow and then leave." Meng Zeyan began to chop the meat, and the sound of his voice was intertwined with the sound of chopping meat.
Tang Huan sat and watched him busying around. It was warm in the kitchen, so he wasn't wearing a coat, only a black undershirt.
The base shirt stuck to the muscular outline of his back, which was different from the muscular men Tang Huan had seen on his phone before. It was not so exaggerated and had a just right feel.
Meng Zeyan's cooking movements were so skillful that Tang Huan couldn't help but wonder, "Brother, have you ever worked in the kitchen?"
After collecting the minced meat into a bowl and pouring in the two eggs Tang Huan had stirred, Meng Zeyan replied with a smile, "I did. During the first two years I was there, I was arrogant and disobedient, and was often punished to be sent to the kitchen."
Seeing him pour the eggs into the meat filling, Tang Huan's eyes smiled into crescent shapes, and there was a coquettishness in her voice that she herself had not noticed: "Can you tell me? I want to hear it."
Meng Zeyan turned around and looked at her, "Do you really want to hear it?"
What little girl would want to listen to what happens in the kitchen?
Don’t you all like to hear something heroic?
Tang Huan nodded, smiling beautifully, "I want to listen."
Turning around with a smile, Meng Zeyan was busy with his hands, and slowly told Tang Huan about his work in the kitchen, cooking and feeding pigs.
I joined the army at the most arrogant age, and most of the people I met were of similar age.
There are too many troublemakers, no one is willing to submit to anyone else, and they get into a lot of trouble.
If you get into trouble, you will be punished to cook and wash dishes in the kitchen. If you make serious mistakes, you will be punished to feed pigs and farm.
Meng Zeyan had worked in all the positions where he was punished. He had barely even been in a kitchen, yet he had managed to learn all the cooking skills.
When he first went to the kitchen, the squad leader asked him to help cook noodles and told him to pour water when it boiled, but didn't say how much.
The army used those very large iron pots. Meng Zeyan didn't know how much to pour in, so he estimated to pour half a bucket. When the pot boiled, the noodles were cooked.
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