"I have ten days off.
Let's go home and take the children out to play."
Tao Xian decided to fulfill his obligations as a father and husband.
Su Ruotong listened to Tao Xian's suggestion and shook his head: "You can stay and help me when you have time.
I have entrusted Huahua to my senior brother.
He is practicing martial arts there.
If you go now, he will definitely be crying and grinding.
You promise not to let him learn it again next year.
He will definitely be crying now."
Tao Xian was speechless for a while: "It's not like that.
He just wants to learn martial arts.
I made a video with him, and he even showed me the grappling skills he just learned."
"That's because I didn't see you in person, and there must be his nephew nearby.
This kid is very fond of face.
He probably learned it from my dad."
Su Ruotong said sharply.
Su Ruotong's analysis made sense, but Tao Xian couldn't refute it.
He said to Su Ruotong, "Then you should take a rest.
I can see that you are very tired."
"So I want you to stay and help me."
Su Ruotong said.
Tao Xian took a good vacation, so he became busy again.
Sometimes, he was even busier than taking pictures with his teacher.
It made him feel like he was back in Xinhai, when the factory was rushing to ship a lot of goods a year ago.
That's some time.
Ten days passed in the blink of an eye, and Tao Xian was leaving again.
His eyes were red and bloodshot from exhaustion, but Su Ruotong didn't even have the time to send him to the airport.
Even if Su Ruotong wants to give her away now, Tao Xian won't let her go.
He has seen how hard his wife works, and since she has time to give her away, it is better to let her sleep a little longer and rest more.
However, he also knows that the current busyness will not last forever.
In about a month or so, when everything stabilizes, things will be much better.
Su Taohua's life in the capital at this time was very pleasant, and could even be said to be prosperous.
When he first came here, he was not used to all kinds of things.
He was on vacation.
He couldn't sleep in.
He had to go to bed early and get up early.
He practiced martial arts, martial arts, and martial arts every day.
After practicing martial arts, his nephews watched him write his winter vacation homework.
Spend time with these things.
The baby is really feeling sad And after half a month of training, his master, whose hair turned white, walked around the yard, pinched his bones, and said lightly: "Reduce the amount of training by one-third from now on, and the child will be healthy."
To grow taller, don’t practice too hard.”
Therefore, many times his training was over, and he had to squat there with his face in his hands and watch his nephews practice.
This place is really terrible.
Not only is there no TV to watch or computers to play with, but his tablet has also been confiscated.
It will only be taken out when it is time to video chat with his mother.
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Even the mobile phones of his nephews were from a brand called Nokia that he had never seen before in his whole life.
They could not access the Internet at all and could only be used to make calls and watch TV.
He wanted to borrow them to play with, but it was useless.
Su Taohua felt like he was going crazy.
Fortunately, at this time he found a new goal in life.
He has a nephew named Qin Debao, who is responsible for cooking everyone's meals every day.
Su Taohua is not picky.
He can even eat spicy sticks that cost two yuan a pack on the street.
Qin Debao cooks, and he also eats happily.
But since one time, he has nothing to do after practicing martial arts.
He wandered into the kitchen and saw Qin Debao cooking.
When he came closer, his fate changed.
Many years later, Su Taohua could still recall that afternoon when Qin Debao was making short crispy pork.
When he was at Su's house, Su Taohua would occasionally be greedy and stay in the kitchen watching Su Ruotong cook.
Ever since his consciousness had increased under the influence of Su Ruotong's tonic, he could somehow remember part of Su Ruotong's cooking techniques and the actions of adding seasonings.
All this is because the part of the techniques he can memorize can only be understood by those who have cultivated their spiritual consciousness and entered the door of cultivators.
Ordinary people cannot see the mystery and can only see it.
Lively.
It can be said that Su Ruotong spent a few months or even a year or two teaching Bao Ruwen and the others some of the things that Su Ruotong spent all his efforts.
For Su Taohua, he could remember the difference between having spiritual consciousness and not having spiritual consciousness. .
In the past, Su Taohua had seen Su Ruotong make things similar to short-cut pork several times, or some of the cooking techniques were the same as the early preparation of short-cut pork.
Even though Qin Debao had studied in a cooking school, and his cooking movements were quite skillful and professional, Su Taohua found his movements of cooking short-cut pork awkward.
He sat at the door and watched for a while, and finally couldn't help it, so he ran over and said, "I'll do it."
"Hey, you can also cook."
Qin Debao couldn't help but laugh.
There are many of them, so they usually don't pay much attention to cooking.
They usually make big pot dishes, with four dishes and one soup, and enough steamed buns, rice, and flatbreads to make them full.
The short crispy pork he was going to make today took half an hour just to cut and marinate in a large pot.
Su Taohua has grown a little taller during this time, and has been a little more tanned.
Her face is no longer so plump and tender, and she actually looks a bit like a little man, and she is so handsome that it makes people's legs tremble when they look at it.
Soft little man.
He nodded and said seriously: "Although I don't know how to do it, I still understand a little bit."
Because Su Ruotong's cooking was particularly delicious, Qin Debao had no doubts and immediately made room for Su Taohua to cook.
Su Taohua washed her hands, picked up a piece of meat that had just been mixed and smelled it.
The meat was not cut correctly, and most of it was ruined.
The ingredients were also wrong, but it could still be saved.
So, Su Taohua followed his own memories and meticulously began to readjust the seasonings and marinate the meat according to the special techniques of Su Ruotong's cooking in his memory.
His movements were much more unfamiliar than Su Ruotong's, even a little clumsy.
Qin Debao was very happy to see this.
This little junior uncle seemed to love to play, not like his mother.
Anyway, no one had any special requirements for the food, as long as the taste was not particularly unpleasant, Qin Debao didn't care about him anymore.
Su Taohua's strength has increased a lot recently.
He was cooking a large pot of meat by himself.
Finally, he stopped and said to Qin Debao: "Fire the pan."
Qin Debao took a look, haha, I haven't seen him for a while.
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Su Taohua not only mixed the meat again and marinated it, but also prepared the flour hanging on the outside, and it looked quite presentable.
The thickness of the hanging flour was consistent and moist.
He also has some speed, and he is actually no worse than him.
"You want to make this dish?"
Qin Debao asked.
"Yes, just help me with it."
Su Taohua held a bowl of meat firmly and put it away.
Qin Debao thought that since he was watching, there wouldn't be any big problems, so he really took action against Su Taohua.
Su Taohua didn't do it quickly.
Compared with his mother's hand speed, it was just average.
But not long after, Qin Debao's expression became serious because he smelled a very strange fragrance.
This kind of aroma is much stronger and more attractive than ordinary short-lived pork.
Although it is not as tempting as the aroma that Su Ruotong cooked for them, Qin Debao can't help but He admitted that he would never be able to cook such a level of food.
He even said that the chefs in those reasonably good restaurants could not cook such delicious food.
By the time Su Taohua finished this short crispy pork dish, Qin Debao was completely convinced.
Because of how young Su Taohua is, a child less than ten years old can actually make such delicious food.
He will be able to cook it when he grows up.
It seems that Master Su’s cooking talent and skills are really passed down from family.
It’s okay not to accept it.
Su Taohua was very proud when she smelled the aroma of the food she had cooked.
The baby was just so good.
If he cooked it casually, it would be much better than that of nephew Qin Debao.
That night, the short crispy pork dish made by Su Taohua was sold out all at once, and even his master, an old man, ate more.
"Uncle Master, your skills are pretty good.
Teach us Debao and let him learn a little bit.
Don't always feed us pig food in the future."
"Haha, who gave you pig food?
Before you praised my delicious cooking, you said I deserved to be a New Oriental graduate."
Qin Debao rolled his eyes.
"Ever since Master and Master came here, I felt that what you used to make was pig food, and you don't accept it."
Qin Debao was convinced, because compared with the food cooked by Su Ruotong and Su Taohua, the food he cooked was really tasteless.
Su Taohua was so praised that she beamed and immediately patted her chest and promised that she would definitely teach Qin Debao well.
But after only two days of teaching, he became impatient.
Is this thing so difficult to learn?
He obviously learned it after watching his mother do it once or twice, but why couldn't Qin Debao learn it no matter how hard he learned it?
Even after being taught, Qin Debao’s work was still very strange.
It was not like that at all.
It was as if he asked Qin Debao to write a word and pinched his hand to write, but what he wrote was still a series of big waves.
Can a wave be called one?
I am really angry with him as a master uncle.
He is a child who cannot be taught.
After teaching Qin Debao for a while, Su Taohua was a child and didn't have much patience, so he simply stopped teaching.
Anyway, cooking is a large pot of food.
He can contribute his skills every day and cook one or two dishes.
Anyway, he is idle.
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Before I knew it, it was the end of August and it was time to go home.
Su Taohua had a video chat with Su Ruotong that day, and Su Ruotong said, "I can't go back to pick you up."
Su Taohua's heart skipped a beat.
What does mom mean?
Do you want him to be a cook and practice martial arts here for the rest of his life?
Woohoo, does this count as child abandonment?
He doesn't want to live in this terrible place without computers, internet, games, or even snacks.
There is no place to stay anymore.
Although his nephews are all good people and his master is quite kind, he still misses his family, his grandpa, Brother Da Zhuang, Sister Maomao, his friends at school, and his sister who always bullies him. .
"Your grandfather and Tao Zi will pick you up together.
Then you will play in the capital for two days and then go home.
Mom loves you."
Su Ruotong said.
Su Taohua felt relieved.
God knows, tears were almost coming out of his eyes just now
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