Kim Ji-yeon stuck out her tongue, "Uncle, it's okay, I don't know you did so much for me, let's keep it."

"what ever."

Yang Qing's face was plain and he continued to watch TV.

"Tsk~"

Zhou Wen had been accustomed to it for a long time, so he grabbed Kim Ji-yeon's little hand and started playing and playing.

Soon, Zhaocai joined in.

Seeing this, Kim Ji-yeon felt even more cheerful. The two of them were chasing each other in the room. The originally plain room was filled with laughter and joy.

Yang Qing looked at them playing and playing, and couldn't help but shake his head, with a smile on his face. This was a scene he had never thought of.

Soon, Kim Ji-yeon and the others lay on the sofa panting.

Zhou Wen stretched out his calf and placed it on the coffee table, saying, "Brother Yang Qing, please bring us two bottles of happy water."

“Why?”

"Oh, we're so tired that you're not doing anything, go quickly~"

Kim Ji-yeon lowered her head and smiled.

Yang Qing took out two bottles of water from the refrigerator helplessly. You guys are not playing, but thinking so in his heart, he still handed over the happy water in his hand, "Give it."

"Open it for me."

Yang Qing: “…………”

Puff ~

The bottle cap was opened, Zhou Wen quickly took it, drank it in big gulps, and made a sound with satisfaction.

Between ~

"Sure enough, happy water is the paradise for our fat man."

"You are a little girl, be more steadily, and you'll definitely say to you if your aunt sees it."

Yang Qing picked up Zhaocai, who was tired and paralyzed, and said helplessly.

These two girls are really energetic when they can make the puppy tired like a dog.

Zhou Wen disagreed and crossed his legs and said, "What are you afraid of? I just like this. I am not as gentle and considerate as Sister Zhiyan. I have a nice voice and beautiful appearance. My mother doesn't care about me."

When Kim Ji-yeon heard that Zhou Wen was praising her, she couldn't help but blush on her cheeks. Fortunately, under the fight just now, a blush appeared on Kim Ji-yeon's face.

"Go on the side." Yang Qing said: "School will start tomorrow, why are you coming back?"

Zhou Wen showed two little tiger teeth, "Hehe, of course I miss you, and Sister Zhiyan must miss me."

"Really?"

Kim Ji-yeon nodded weakly, "Yeah."

Yang Qing was speechless. These two people were comparable to those of the lying dragon and phoenix chicks, singing and reconciling.

It’s a shame to not be a crosstalk actor.

"Speak seriously."

Yang Qing stretched out his index finger and patted Zhou Wen's forehead. Zhou Wen covered his forehead and curled up together in pain.

"Oh~ Brother Yang Qinghe, you hit me again."

Zhou Wen raised his chin in discontent, as if he had expected Yang Qing to beat him.

"I have two things to do when I come back this time. First, I miss you, come back and have a look."

"Second, I will raise money in the school, so I will send it back."

"This is your ultimate goal, right?" Yang Qing took a sip of tea and said softly.

"A brief ~"

"What is this?" Zhou Wen then found a photo frame on the table. When she saw Yang Qing's ink painting, her gossipy eyes appeared again.

"Brother Yang Qing, are you with my sister Zhiyan?"

"No."

"When will you get married ~"

"She is not my wife, you are thinking about something in your head."

Yang Qing grabbed her ear and cursed.

"Tsk~"

After breaking away from Yang Qing's big hand, Zhou Wen hid in Jin Jiyeon's arms, "You know how to cook, why do you have to order takeout every time?"

Yang Qing simply replied: "I'm lazy, can I?"

This excuse is really good.

Of course, it was mainly because he and Kim Ji-yeon were working, and the sound of cooking at noon would disturb her, so Yang Qing usually ordered takeout, or after no one was out of the house, she was cooking a few dishes herself.

Kim Ji-yeon asked weakly, "Uncle, I'll make it for you if you like what you like."

Yang Qing: "???"

Do it for me?

He remembered that one night last month, a burnt smell came from the kitchen. Yang Qing thought Kim Ji-yeon had ordered some barbecue, but she was stunned when she went out.

The instant noodles cooked by Kim Ji-yeon were actually dried up, and the smell was exactly the burnt smell!

If Yang Qing hadn't reacted quickly and unplugged the power supply in time, the kitchen would have become her place to practice blasting techniques.

"Let's forget it."

"I feel like I can live for sixty years."

Kim Ji-yeon said in confusion: "What does it mean?"

Zhou Wen sat aside and echoed: "It's just that we can live to death."

Yang Qing: “…………”

What was most shocking was that Kim Ji-yeon seemed to understand and nodded, "I wish the uncle can live until he dies."

As soon as these words were spoken, Zhou Wen could no longer suppress them and laughed.

Three black lines appeared on Yang Qing's forehead.

I wish I could die on the spot.

Just tell me.

If you go out and say this, you will probably have to go out sideways.

Especially the irritable young people among contemporary young people.

"Brother Yang Qing, my mother is not at home, so I'll have dinner with you tonight."

"no."

"Why?" Zhou Wen blinked his big wet eyes.

“No time.”

"I'm doing it with Sister Ji Yeon, you don't need to be there, hum~"

Zhou Wen hugged his chest with his hands and pouted his mouth, "Yes, Sister Zhiyan~"

"I..." Kim Ji-yeon looked at Yang Qing and muttered in a low voice: "I'm afraid... the uncle said to me."

"What are you afraid of? Come with me." Zhou Wen held Jin Zhiyan's little hand and ran into the kitchen. Yang Qing wanted to stop him, but after seeing the two of them whispering, they finally gave up.

You have to try anything.

It's inevitable that I'll be nervous the first time.

In the kitchen.

Kim Ji-yeon and the others were a little at a loss. They looked at the food on the cutting board and didn't know how to start.

"You come, or I?"

"Let's go together, it's faster, otherwise, the uncle can't wait."

Kim Ji-yeon held the hilt tightly with both hands, closed her eyes, and smashed it hard.

After swaying for a while, the kitchen knife was just avoiding the food and chopping it two inches away from the pork.

Zhou Wen's face was as earthy.

this………

What about cooking?

"Sister Jiyeon, you aim at it, I'm afraid."
To be continued...