When he said this, it seemed as if he was being petty.
Chu Zhaoyang glanced at Gu Nian faintly, sat down on the high chair at the bar, and said nothing.
"..." Gu Nian really knew Chu Zhaoyang very well now. From his eyes that hesitated to speak, he knew what Chu Zhaoyang meant.
"You didn't eat much at lunch, so I'll cook something for you now to make up for it. They will probably come late in the evening." Gu Nian said, "You have a bad stomach, so you can't eat too spicy food, and you will definitely have to drink with them in the evening. Let's eat something light now to satisfy our stomach."
Although she was looking for excuses and steps for Chu Zhaoyang so that he could eat the noodles she cooked before others in an open and honest manner.
But as she spoke, Gu Nian was really worried about Chu Zhaoyang's stomach.
Before Chu Zhaoyang agreed, she first picked five small handfuls of noodles of various colors and went to cook noodles for Chu Zhaoyang.
Chu Zhaoyang did not object, which was regarded as acquiescing to Gu Nian's statement.
Nanny Yu looked at Chu Zhaoyang and laughed secretly in her heart. Being so obsessed with saving face meant that Gu Nian knew him well and knew how to coax him.
Since being with Gu Nian, Chu Zhaoyang has become more like a child.
The willfulness that she never had when he was young was now coming out all over him.
Probably, he found someone who he could act like a spoiled brat without any worries.
Nanny Yu smiled and continued kneading her dough.
Nanny Yu at home had just made chicken soup yesterday, and Gu Nian put it on the stove and reheated it.
She cooked the noodles thoroughly, then run them through cold water again. They will be refreshing. Then, top them with chicken soup and put a sun-fried egg on one side.
Chu Zhaoyang likedto eat the egg yolk, not completely raw, with a mellow taste, like butter.
There was still kale in the refrigerator. Gu Nian took the young leaves and blanched them with water. They were tender and crisp, and still had the sweetness of the vegetable itself without any processing.
The patterns were arranged neatly on the surface, with green and yellow blending together, very beautiful.
She gave the noodles to Chu Zhaoyang, who was eating at the bar while watching Gu Nian and Nanny Yu flatten the kneaded dough piece by piece with a dough press, and then press it into thin noodles.
The five-color noodles were sprinkled with some flour to prevent them from sticking, and then neatly stacked in a bowl, ready to be rinsed and eaten when eating hot pot at night.
Actually, the five-color noodles were not that delicious. At least in Chu Zhaoyang's opinion, they were not as delicious as ordinary white noodles.
It has a faint cucumber flavor and the sweet and sour taste of tomatoes, which was a bit strange.
That was, the color was good-looking, made people very appetizing, and could coax children such as Little Millet Cake.
But since it was made by Gu Nian, he liked it no matter what the taste was.
After finishing the work in the kitchen, Nanny Yu left.
Leaving Gu Nian and Chu Zhaoyang here makes it easier to talk.
"I always feel that it is too unreal that Chi Yiheng is from the Chu family." Gu Nian sat opposite Chu Zhaoyang, resting her elbows on the bar and holding her chin, "You think it is possible for him to be there? Not from the Chu family?"
After thinking about it, Gu Nian put down her hand and said, "Although the Second Old Master doesn't seem to be such a confused person, he shouldn't be easily deceived. But even if there is an appraisal report, it may be a forgery. He has so many tricks. It shouldn't be difficult to make a fake appraisal report."
Chu Zhaoyang nodded: "I hope he is fake."
He mused: "There is always a way to find out whether it is true or false."
"Even if it is investigate, be careful." Gu Nian was not at ease.
Why did she think that Chi Yiheng was just a teacher at the police academy?
Chu Zhaoyang smiled and reassured her.
***
Qi Chengzhi and the others came over at about half past six, about the same time.
The people at Yanhui's hot pot restaurant had all the pots and ingredients ready at six o'clock.
The dishes were all from the restaurant, and there were all kinds of ingredients, all arranged neatly.
Qi Chengzhi and the others smelled the aroma of red oil from the hot pot base when they entered the door.
Qi Youxuan and Qi Youjin walked in. Behind them, Wei Muran and Wei Muche were much quieter.
The four little ones were at the entrance, very politely putting on the small slippers of the right size that Gu Nian had prepared for them.
They also arranged their shoes neatly against the wall.
Gu Nian watched from the side, feeling very happy and kept talking to Chu Zhaoyang, how could these four little guys be taught so well.
Little Millet Cake has been looking forward to having his friends come to visit her home. He couldn't wait to show his bedroom to his friends and share it with them.
Once Qi Youxuan's four little ones had changed into their slippers, Little Millet Cake couldn't wait to come over and hold Qi Youxuan's hand: "Come over and take a look at my bedroom, it's really nice."
When the little guys ran to the bedroom, they could still hear Little Millet Cake saying: "Dad made them all for me."
That proud tone made Chu Zhaoyang laugh.
For Little Millet Cake to be so proud, his hard work was not in vain.
The children played in Little Millet Cake's bedroom for a while, then came back to the living room, sat on the carpet by the window, and waited for a while to eat.
Little Youjin crawled on the fluffy carpet for a while and asked: "How much new year's money did you receive for, Little Millet Cake?"
Little Millet Cake happily took out his small coin purse and poured out all the New Year's money inside, as well as six golden beans given by the old lady.
The money given to Little Millet Cake by the elders was not much. Chu Zhaoyang himself was not short of money. How could he be short for Little Millet Cake?
The lucky money given during the Chinese New Year was just to make the children happy.
On the contrary, he went with Chu Zhaoyang to pay New Year greetings, and after going round and round, he received a lot from other houses.
The old man and the old lady wrote a check in private. This was the real new year's money for Little Millet Cake. They asked Gu Nian to keep it and save it for Little Millet Cake.
When Little Millet Cake grewup and started learning to invest, this money will be Little Millet Cake's first principal.