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A faint beam of light came through the window and fell on the marriage certificate on the table.

Zhang Xiaojian and Ye Mozhu smiled sweetly in white shirts, exactly the same as the smiles on their faces now.

Lao Ye and Ye Mu looked at this photo, looked at them again, and finally laughed.

In some things, words are far less powerful than actions.

Zhang Xiaojian used his actions to tell them the answer to this matter, which is also the best answer.

Lao Ye didn't worry about it anymore. Although he brought up this matter and checked a lot of information for this, Zhang Xiaojian's refusal made him more at ease.

He propped up his legs with his chubby palms: "Okay, what you want to eat at night, I'll cook."

As a cook, although he has become obsessed with the art of war in recent days, his life is a cook after all. It is normal for him to make noisy cooking.

But Zhang Xiaojian raised his hand at this moment: "Uncle, what do you want to eat if I make it today?"

Lao Ye and Ye Mu were a little surprised when they heard the words. They looked at each other and laughed again, their eyes filled with relief.

But after all, the old couple has opened a restaurant for many years. Regarding this matter, although Zhang Xiaojian has a good attitude, but he can understand it, can he really do it?So I still couldn't let it go, Lao Ye immediately said, "If you take it with your heart, you can stop it in those two moments, and it will affect my daughter's appetite."

The second aunt expressed her dissatisfaction: "No, my family, this is how you look down on Xiaojian. After all, Xiaojian's cooking skills are inherited from me, so look forward to it."

Zhang Xiaojian: "..."

The second aunt spoke up, and the old couple of the Ye family naturally didn't want to say anything, so Zhang Xiaojian had to be a chef.

In order to be cool, Zhang Xiaojian used his own knife skills and other skills, so Chong Lao Ye raised his eyebrows in excitement, while cutting vegetables.

Seeing his skilful technique and the self-confidence that can be used with one heart and two purposes, Old Ye Yu said earnestly: "Cooking is not about showing off skills, but about using heart."

...

An hour later, six dishes and one soup were served.

Looking at the delicious dishes in front of me, I thought of the neat appearance of Zhang Xiaojian in the kitchen just now.

Especially after tasting the taste, Ye Mu's eyes were all smiles.

Where can I find this son-in-law?

Rich, young, and sincerely in love with a girl, not only is the country's big celebrity now, but can actually cook this table of food, it is really good for the hall and the kitchen.

She is Ye Mozhu's real mother, and she can't help but feel that Mo Zhu is really good for life.

Lao Ye was completely different from Ye Mu. He had a bite of hot and sour fish and another old-fashioned pot meat from the north.

It is even hard to accept that these dishes are of a standard that non-professionals can make.

Seeing his expression, the second aunt smiled and said, "My family, what is it? My ancestral craftsmanship is not bad, right."

Zhang Xiaojian: "..."

I wanted to pretend

But the second aunt grabbed the limelight

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...

Gao Qingsong has become an honorable dad.

His most important task is not to take care of the children, but to vent his anger to Su Yu in confinement.

As a child's mother, Su Yu is now in a high position. Although she doesn't pinch Gao Qingsong's arm purple when she just gave birth, she still attacks Gao Qingsong from time to time.

Gao Qingsong never hides, because he knows this is how Su Yu expresses his love for him.

Now, he is sitting on the side of the bed, blowing the chicken cake in the spoon gently. Seeing his cautious expression, it is obvious that he has been punished because he did not do well before and burned Su Yu.

In this way, one is fed and the other is eaten, and Su Yu's dinner is over.

Feeling the tasteless confinement meal, she looked out of the window with no affection: "When can I go out? I want to eat hot pot, I want to eat barbecue, I want to eat seafood, I want to eat most"

"Me?" Gao Qingsong smiled.

Su Yu: "You are thinking about fart."

"Don't you want to?" Gao Qingsong asked sincerely.

There is no one in the ward, and this kind of whispering between husband and wife is of course possible.

Su Yu is not too shy, looking at Gao Qingsong's serious expression, she smiled: "So now?"

Gao Qingsong: "...Don't make trouble, this is the hospital."

Su Yu blinked quickly: "The hospital is only irritating."

"Don't make trouble, you are in confinement."

Su Yu's hand came to Gao Qingsong's inner thigh, and she picked up a little bit of flesh with her fingernails, turned and twisted, and under Gao Qingsong's miserable howl, she said: "You still know that I am confined! You! Do you know you are a father now?"

"Don't hurt"

"I'm wrong"

...

...

at the same time.

Bai Yang drove the Mercedes-Benz SUV all the way to the very familiar old street.

Ordinary people are not expensive, nor do they count, so Xu Lele is still at work now, and the company will not approve leave until the third trimester.

Not long after stopping, Xu Lele appeared not far away with his slightly bulging belly.

Bai Yang pushed the door and got out of the car, cautiously sending her to the co-pilot like an eunuch holding Galeries Lafayette, and then went back to the driving position for a half circle.

"No need to do this, I don't feel anything right now, I'm also very mental and light as a swallow." Xu Lele asked.

Bai Yang smiled, and while driving the SUV slowly towards home, he said: "I went to Ningyuan this time and I felt that I was too careless. It's always right to be careful."

Xu Lele said very seriously: "That can't be 30 miles!"

Bai Yang replied: "Okay." So he kept moving forward at a constant speed of thirty-five steps and returned home all the way.

Back home, Bai Yang squatted and put on slippers for Xu Lele, but did not let her bend down.

After putting on the slippers, Bai Yang felt that Bai Yang was really making a fuss, but Xu Lele, who felt warm, walked into the small living room and looked in the kitchen. Many ingredients were already prepared. Obviously Bai Yang prepared this before picking her up from get off work.

Bai Yang coughed: "Although we are often cooking, but the frequency of take-out is also quite high, so starting today, we must stop take-out, and I will make it for you."

Xu Lele smiled and nodded: "Okay, then I'll help you." Then she rolled up her sleeves.

Bai Yang stopped immediately, saying that she didn't need her to participate.

Half an hour later, two dishes and one soup were on the table. The two sat side by side at the table and looked at each other with a silly smile before moving their chopsticks.

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...

Life is firewood, rice, oil and salt, and most of them will seem very ordinary.

But family happiness will always make people understand the meaning of living in this world.

On this night, many ordinary and simple scenes occurred. For example, in the Ningyuan mansion, Ye Mozhu, who had already gotten into the bed, lay on Zhang Xiaojian's chest with a fat little face: "I am now in the second trimester."

"Eh?" Zhang Xiaojian coughed twice: "Oh, isn't it?" He understood what this meant.

"It's okay to have less tricks."

"really?"

"Really."

Hearing this affirmation, Zhang Xiaojian’s eyes brightened in the dark, and the dark night gave him black eyes, which he used to find