Although Song Xiuwei's dishes are not very good, they are much better than Song Hua's.

Compared to what Song Huan did, Song Xiuwei seemed to be able to bear it.

When they heard that Song Huan wanted to take the initiative to cook, Song Bochen and Song Boyuan were both stunned.

Song Boyuan immediately reacted, picked up the rice bowl, and said while eating: "Actually, the dishes my dad cook are pretty good too! I think they are delicious!"

Song Bochen also picked up the bowl, "I feel so too."

Zheng Mei also picked up the bowl with her sons, "Yes, yes, your father's skills are indeed good, and there is room for improvement."

After saying that, Zheng Mei looked at Song Wu again, "My mother, how can we girls keep going to the kitchen? We should take good care of ourselves. Just leave the dirty and tiring work of going to the kitchen to them to their stinky men!"

"I think my mother is right!" Song Bochen echoed.

"I also think my mother is right!" Song Boyuan nodded.

Song Xiuwei was full of confidence for a moment, and his wife and son supported him so much, which shows that he is still very talented in cooking.

Song Huan was a little doubtful about life.

Is there something wrong with my taste?

At this moment, Song Bochen looked at Song Wu, "Little sister, why don't you make a meal tomorrow at noon? Boyang just sent me a message that he would come back tomorrow. Just so happen, your brother hasn't tried your skills yet."

Song Boyang has completely refreshed his heart.

He didn't want any of the inheritance left to him by Old Lady Song before his death, and transferred it to Song Huan's name.

When he heard the group say that Song Hua was back home, he immediately bought a plane ticket and rushed back from another place.

Upon hearing this, Song Huan's eyes lit up, "Okay, okay! I just happened to have a friend coming tomorrow."

Song Huan enjoyed the cooking process very much.

That feels like doing an experiment in a lab.

Upon hearing this, Song Bochen frowned without a trace and then said, "Duanwu, how is your friend's relationship with you?"

"Very bad!" Song Huan replied.

After saying that, Song Hua continued, "But, she has something wrong."

"What's wrong?" Song Bochen asked.

Song Wu said: "It's very narcissistic. I'm still a handsome dog. If she sees you drooling tomorrow, don't make a fuss."

Narcissism?

Song Bochen had no expression on his face.

Song Boyuan thought about something.

Is there anyone who is more narcissistic than Song Huan?

He had seen Song Hua admire himself in the mirror more than once, and sighed: "How could there be such a beautiful person in the world who is so beautiful!"

The most important thing is.

Song Huan is also a beautiful dog.

Otherwise, I wouldn't have been with Yu Tingzhi.

It turns out that birds of birds of feathers gather together.

Hearing Song Huan's explanation that a friend was coming tomorrow, Zheng Mei said: "Dao Huan, then I'll prepare it quickly. What do your friends like to eat?"

"She like me, she also likes to drink milk tea. Then, she also likes all kinds of snacks and snail noodles."

Although the old poison is already thirty years old.

But people are old and never grow old.

In addition to her likes to poison people, she also likes to eat various snacks, spicy strips, potato chips, chicken feet, instant noodles...

As long as it is junk food, there is nothing she doesn't like.

Every time she asked her to eat less, she would smile and say, "It's okay, it's just right to fight the poison with poison."

Zheng Mei took it all in his heart, "Then when will she arrive tomorrow?"

"Around nine o'clock tomorrow morning."

"Okay," Zheng Mei nodded, "It just so happens that the old Dan in the kitchen is from Liu Nan. Their specialty in their hometown is snail noodles. For details, why don't you cook tomorrow? Let Lao Dan make some special snacks at home."

"That's OK."

Zheng Mei asked again: "Your friend has nothing to do with food, right?"

"No." Song Huan replied.

Although Song Xiuwei's meal was really hard to swallow, Song Bochen took a few casual bites and said that he would still have to open it.

Song Boyuan also put down his bowls and chopsticks, "I'm full too!"

Zheng Mei symbolically ate two vegetable leaves, "I want to lose weight tonight, so I won't eat it anymore."

Song Xiuwei looked at Song Huan.

Song Huan smiled and said, "Dad, it's okay, let's solve all these."

Song Xiuwei was so moved that he was worthy of being his biological daughter!

Not like those two stinky brats.

There is no love between father and son.

But when she looked down, she saw that there were still several dishes on the dining table. Song Xiuwei felt that he was getting too big and continued, "Du Wu, let's go out for a midnight snack!"

He could barely swallow the dishes that Song Huan cooked himself.

But this was made by himself.

He could not force himself.

"What should I do about these?" Song Huan asked.

Song Xiuwei continued: "Your elder brother and the second brother must have not eaten enough, so let's keep it for them as a midnight snack. And we, father and daughter, have not gone out for midnight snacks yet!"

"Eat midnight snack!" Zheng Mei happened to pass by. When she heard this, her eyes shone: "I want to go too!"

After saying that, he held Song Huan's arm.

Song Hua looked at Zheng Mei and ruthlessly exposed the reality, "Mom, aren't you going to lose weight?"

Zheng Mei said: "It's about losing weight. But if you don't eat enough, how can you have the energy to lose weight? Let's go, our family of three will go for a midnight snack! I want to eat kebabs, and I also want to eat grilled potato skin! Yanyan, what do you want to eat?"

Song Bochen: "..."Haha, the family of three?

I might have picked it up!

Song Boyuan: I picked it up too!

As soon as I walked out the door, I saw a row of shared bicycles parked outside the door.

Although Song Huan usually has the habit of riding a bicycle, his parents are here today and still have to drive there. "My parents, wait a moment, I'll go get the car."

"Or why just ride a bike!" Zheng Mei said.

Song Xiuwei smiled and said, "Yes, it just so happens that I haven't ridden a bicycle for many years."

Tonight is also a rare opportunity.

So, a family of three was added to the quiet forest path.

There are no cars on this road usually.

Song Hua was riding in the middle, and the bright street lights pulled the figure of the family of three for a long time.

The three of them talked and laughed.

Song Xiuwei looked at his wife and daughter's smiling faces, and suddenly felt that all this was like a dream.

They were obviously on the road to finding a girl three years ago.

But in a blink of an eye, their Yanyan came back.

And so outstanding and sensible.

And Zheng Mei.

Three years ago, Zheng Mei, who was sick, had to drink medicine almost every day. When he dreamed countless times at midnight, he saw Zheng Mei standing in front of the balcony, holding the child's childhood clothes and crying quietly.

Although Zheng Mei is three years older than three years ago, her mentality and appearance are more than ten years younger than three years ago.

Song Xiuwei is really happy to have the ordinary and real life he is now.

The night market is about five kilometers away from Songjia Manor.

It took half an hour to ride.

Song Huan found a barbecue restaurant with the most popular business.

As soon as I sat down and prepared to dot the string, a familiar voice sounded in the air, "Dear!"
To be continued...