si-mexico Chapter 1162: Black Blind Man’s Child 4
Chapter 1162: Black Blind Man’s Child 4
With her father's skills, it's only a matter of time before he can capture the dumb man's stomach!
"Dad, your chicken stewed with mushrooms is so delicious!
Bai Fumei, would you like to try this chicken leg?
Or do you want to eat a different kind of chicken? Spicy chicken? Mouthwatering chicken?
Let my dad do everything from now on, he knows how to do it."
Zhang Qilin nodded in agreement. It was all fine. He loved eating chicken.
After swallowing a mouthful of mutton, he paused with his chopsticks when he heard the words.
After a few seconds, he raised his eyes and swept his gaze calmly over all the dishes on the table, finally stopping on the pot of chicken stewed with mushrooms.
Then he used the tip of his chopsticks to gently tap the edge of the casserole containing mushrooms and chicken nuggets.
The meaning is clear: this is it.
"Poof..." Zhang Xinyu almost spit out her food.
The dumb Bai Yueguang actually accepted her nickname of "Bai Fu Mei"!
She was ordering food seriously! She was trying not to laugh, her shoulders shrugging.
Don’t you see what kind of person his father is?
Her father is not that kind of person. He picks up the food himself.
As a result, Hei Xia Zi suddenly laughed, his chest vibrated and he let out a low laugh.
He picked up Zhang Qilin's bowl and put the shiny and fragrant chicken leg in it without saying a word, and then scooped a large spoonful of thick soup with hazel mushrooms and poured it on it.
"Okay, this is good. Eat more to replenish your body."
Zhang Xinyu: ...
Dad, can you still see the daughter you raised?
Zhang Xinyu handed her big bowl to the blind man and she wanted one too.
She wants to fight and grab.
Hei Xia Zi gave the other big chicken leg to his daughter and ate two big chicken wings to replenish his energy.
Zhang Qilin looked down at the big chicken drumstick that suddenly appeared in the bowl, was slightly stunned, and then took a big bite.
When Hei Xia Zi saw his expression, the smile in his eyes deepened, with a hint of imperceptible indulgence.
Some habits appear subconsciously.
The dinner table fell silent, leaving only the sounds of dishes colliding and people chewing.
Zhang Qilin ate seriously and attentively, but not slowly.
This meal has a lot of food and meat and is delicious.
While Hei Xia Zi was eating his rice in big mouthfuls, he kept an eye on the other two people's bowls, picking up some vegetables for Zhang Xinyu from time to time, and naturally adding some hot soup for Zhang Qilin with a public spoon.
The pot of beef and mutton was consumed the fastest, and most of it went into Zhang Qilin's stomach.
The remaining charcoal fire in the stove sent a faint warmth through the wall, and the aroma of food filled the small space, bringing a strange sense of peace.
Zhang Qilin suddenly didn't want to leave here.
It's obvious that they haven't been together for long.
Zhang Xinyu held the soup bowl and sipped the tomato egg drop soup, the warmth sliding down her throat.
She looked across at her father, who was gnawing on a sheep bone with his head down. His profile was clearly defined under the light, with a bit of wildness and ruffianism.
The beautiful and rich girl next to him was quietly eating mushrooms in the casserole with gentle movements.
Her long eyelashes drooped, casting a small shadow under her eyes, giving her a kind of coldness that kept people at a distance, yet she strangely blended in with the lively atmosphere of the dining table.
"Are you full?" Hei Xiazi put down the bone he had gnawed clean, wiped his mouth, and looked at Zhang Qilin.
The rice and vegetables in the bowl were all gone, and even the soup was drunk up.
Zhang Qilin put down his chopsticks and said "hmm" softly as a response.
"Okay then," Hei Xia Zi stood up and began to clean up the dishes neatly.
"Girl, cover the leftovers. Mute, give me a hand and carry the casserole to the stove. Be careful of the burns."
Zhang Qilin stood up as he was told, picked up the heavy casserole that was still warm, and walked towards the stove.
His figure was still tall and straight, but in this small space filled with fumes, he seemed to be a little gentler.
Hei Xia Zi looked at his neat back, and the corners of his mouth curled up unconsciously.
He picked up a pile of dishes and followed behind. As they passed each other, his arm brushed against the slightly cold corner of Zhang Qilin's clothes.
Zhang Xinyu covered the leftovers, held her chin, and looked at the backs of the two busy people in the kitchen, who were equally tall but had very different temperaments.
One movement is bold and rough with a touch of force, the other is silent and delicate with a touch of cold precision.
The sound of running water, the clatter of dishes, and the crackle of the last spark in the stove.
She suddenly felt that even if the two of them did nothing, just watching them live together like this would be nice.
Of course, it would be great if Bai Yueguang had the same idea.
Her father is even more miserable than Wang Baochuan.
If you can dig wild vegetables, you won’t be able to dig all the way to the mountains.
Hei Xiazi seemed to have eyes on his back. Without even turning his head, he said, "What are you mumbling about? Hurry up and wipe the table!"
"I know, Dad!"
Zhang Xinyu jumped up, grabbed the rag, and hummed a tuneless little song, but her eyes were still glued to the direction of the kitchen.
She can watch another hundred episodes of this live version!
Beside the stove, Zhang Qilin put the casserole aside and turned around.
Hei Xia Zi was washing dishes with water from a bamboo pole, and the cold water splashed over his bony hands.
Zhang Qilin's gaze fell on the hands and paused for a moment.
Then he silently picked up the dry cloth next to him and handed it over.
Hei Xia Zi paused and drops of water flowed down his wrist.
He turned his head, and through the pair of sunglasses, his eyes briefly met Zhang Qilin's calm gaze in the air.
In the kitchen, there was only the sound of running water and a silent, warm residual heat flowing quietly.
Slowly, as he ate meal after meal, day after day, Zhang Qilin became fatter and fatter.
Zhang Qilin: . . . . .
I practice boxing every morning without fail.
Do it more times and you won’t get fat.
It’s worth it that Hei Xiazi cooks every day.
Zhang Xinyu: ...
She has gained weight too.
So she climbed the mountain every day.
Because there is always a mountain higher than the other.
Hei Xia Zi saw two figures from behind.
Black Bear: ...
Xia Xia is not fat.
Cooking is tiring, okay?
Zhang Xinyu: ...
She washes and cuts the vegetables.
Zhang Qilin: . . . .
He washes the dishes, mops the floor and sweeps the floor.
He also feeds the chickens.
In addition, he also has to walk the bloody corpse in the mountains.
Bloody Corpse: . . . .
The big brother is so nice. When he went out, he still remembered to help him out and took him out for a walk.
Zhang Qilin: . . . . .
Indeed, he is a good man.
However, he also knew that the blood corpse was very dangerous and could not be let out to run around, so when he came back from letting it out, Zhang Xinyu took it back into his space.
Bloody Corpse: . . . .
Let’s go, big brother.
The two mountain runners would often hunt in the mountains, either for fruits, mushrooms, or spicy strips.
There are also normal planes.
At this time, Zhang Qilin's hunting skills were really cool, which made Zhang Xinyu's eyes widen.
The patriarch is so powerful.
Zhang Qilin raised the corners of his mouth.
Well, he's awesome.
Both of them will handle the food consciously after returning with a full load.
Hei Xia Zi was sitting on the recliner, watching the two of them and thinking about the problem of firewood.
Just let my daughter get more when she goes up the mountain.
Let the mute look at the mushrooms, you can't eat poisonous mushrooms anyway.
Last time we ate something wrong, the three of us almost turned the house upside down.
Recently the mute wants to run away again. When the time comes, they will go together. It is impossible for two people to be unable to control a mute.