The dining table in the dining hall was covered with dishes of large and small, which actually gave people the illusion of a full-length breakfast in Manchu and Han.

"Who did it?" Mr. Yao asked, even if he didn't believe it was his mother who was beaten to death.

Mrs. Yao is not a standard housewife, which is a recognized evaluation. Especially with her best friend, Mrs. Lu, the model of a housewife, it is difficult to raise her evaluation. For example, Mrs. Yao’s cooking skills are very average. Based on Mrs. Yao, who is not very enthusiastic about cooking, she has never liked to buy vegetables early. The breakfast at the Yao family always consists of an egg with a bowl of porridge or a glass of milk.

Yao Zibao spread his hands: "I don't know, otherwise, brother, please ask mom."

Mrs. Yao just walked out of the kitchen, wearing anti-scalding gloves, holding a hot ceramic pot with both hands. The fragrance coming towards her fully demonstrated that it was impossible for her to be just a clear soup and white porridge.

"Mom, do you finally know how to strive for progress today?" Yao Zibao teased his mother and walked over to help her set up the heat insulation pads for the pot on the table.

"Why should I strive for progress?" Mrs. Yao asked back.

"Don't you shout slogans every day to surpass your godmother?"

"Oh. That's an ideal. Only ideals can yell slogans, but I can't do it at all. I'll give up long ago." Mrs. Yao is very self-aware. She doesn't have the talent of Lu's best friend, and it's useless to learn it anyway. It's better to give up as soon as possible and change it to other goals. "So, you have plans to surpass your godmother's ideal to achieve."

"What are the plans?" Mr. Yao didn't know that his mother had such a little girl buried in her stomach. His intuition seemed to be related to him, so he asked with a sensitive sense of smell.

"Let's find a daughter-in-law. It's up to you two." Mrs. Yao said this effortlessly, and she put the blame on the two filial sons in one sentence.

After hearing what his mother said, Mr. Yao rolled his eyes and said, "I'm marrying you a daughter-in-law, is it here to help you cook?"

"What's wrong?" Mrs. Yao raised her posture and taught her son, "If you hadn't been picking up everything, you wouldn't be able to come up with a decent daughter-in-law. According to my mother-in-law's idea, it is very important for my daughter-in-law to be able to cook. You are busy at home every day, so you just want to eat hot soup and hot rice, and you feel like home. I can't help you cook for the rest of your life. This is for your own good."

Neither brothers spoke out. In fact, the crux of the problem is that the Yao family does not have the genetic genes for cooking. The two brothers cannot learn how to make delicious dishes.

Seeing that the two sons stopped talking, Mrs. Yao, who rarely made a comment, continued to preach: "Don't tell me about takeout and the cafeteria. Can the things outside be made better than those made at home? Look at your godfather, he thinks about going home every day, and he is also cooking for his wife."

"So, mom, the dishes you cook are not enough to attract my dad to go home every day?" Yao Zibao asked in a low voice.

"That's certain." Mrs. Yao gave her eyebrows and did not hide her shortcomings. "The dishes I cook are not enough to attract me to go home. However, it is always something that can be eaten. Sometimes you dislike the trouble of eating outside. I still have to cook at home and wait for you to come back. So, at least the cooking standards of the daughter-in-law you are looking for are comparable to mine!"

Yao Zibao was about to curl his lips, but it should not be difficult to find someone who could compare to his mother.

Mr. Yao immediately gave his younger brother a wink and asked him to shut up. The younger brother didn't understand it, unlike him who had been involved in the women's circle for a long time, and he knew it was not easy to find a woman who could cook now. Don't look at Mrs. Yao's constant saying that he was not good at cooking, it was compared with top chefs like Mrs. Lu. In fact, with Mrs. Yao's skills, he could indeed open a small restaurant and make a profit.

Mrs. Yao’s standard for choosing a spouse is not low.

But Mrs. Yao still emphasized that this standard cannot be lowered: "I can only reach the level of entrance. The wife you are looking for cannot even enter the entrance. How dare you guarantee that you will not go to restaurants every day? Then you will have problems with your food! Ziye, you are the doctor who knows best."

Mr. Yao, whose name was pointed, was depressed: "Yes--"

It is really difficult to be a filial son.

Mrs. Yao then almost said something. That was when Li Hanxiao entered her kitchen last time, she had already seen that Li Hanxiao was not good at cooking. However, after finally finding someone she liked, she would definitely not pick on Li Hanxiao's problem. Perhaps her daughter-in-law would change after marrying her son and would take the initiative to cook for her. However, she had been cooking for so many years, and she could see that it was impossible to let Li Hanxiao learn from her and strive to surpass Mrs. Lu.

She was ready to go after her grandson-daughter-in-law worked hard to surpass the Lu family.

But Li Han laughed and blew her son.

I don’t know whether it’s luck or misfortune. In any case, the daughter-in-law’s generation seems to be able to keep her hopeful.

Yao Zibao picked up a piece of fried tofu and took a bite. It was fragrant on the outside and crisp on the inside, which made him feel satisfied and said, "Mom, I understand. You made such a breakfast table after seeing the guests at home."

"Nonsense." Mrs. Yao was not dizzy by her son's flattery. She was not doing it herself and never took credit for herself. The Yao family was so innocent. "Do I know how to make this kind of thing? Besides, when your grandparents live here, I have never made breakfast for them in particular."

"That's right, at most you go downstairs to help grandma buy some cucumber buns she likes." Yao Zibao did not object to his mother's words, and even asked, "Who made these? Didn't they buy them?"

"Can you buy this outside?" Mrs. Yao knocked on the golden fried tofu with chopsticks, bringing some smugness, "I think this thing can make a fortune when setting up a stall outside."

"Mom, if you want to retire and change careers and set up a stall, you have to tell us who you want to be a chef?" said Yao Zibao.

"You are so slick, you are becoming more and more like Lu Huan now." Mrs. Yao continued to mix with her younger son.

At this time, when Mr. Yao reached out to get a bun, he put it down and asked, "Where is she?"

"You said Xiao Jiayin, she should wash her face in the bathroom. If you want to use the bathroom, go to my and your dad's room."

Xiao Jiayin. When did he call Xiao Buddie?

Mr. Yao was a little stunned when he heard this.

Yao Zibao's eyes lit up: "Mom, are you familiar with others so quickly? Xiaojiayin, Xiaojiayin's call."

When he heard his youngest son called Xiao Jiayin, Mrs. Yao refused to buy it: "You are not allowed to call Xiao Jiayin, you should call Jiayin Sister!"

In love, their mother has been completely bribed by Xiaobudian. Look at Mrs. Yao’s degree of protection!

"Mom, tell me quickly, how did they buy you?" Yao Zibao asked with a smile, holding the glasses frame.

Seeing the youngest son's cunning expression, Mrs. Yao showed a serious and serious attitude: "What you eat now is made by your sister Jiayin. She went to the market to buy vegetables at five o'clock in the morning. After eating what others have made, you must be grateful."

Master Yao felt uncomfortable when he heard these words.

He took Xiaobudian home to take care of others. Now, he completely violated the life and death case signed with Sang Hong and asked him to come to his house to make breakfast for him and his family.

If this matter is spread, where will the head of his face be put?

I'm afraid he will be laughed to death by a group of brothers first.

Holding his anger, Mr. Yao walked to the bathroom door and thought to himself: This kind of new recruits who want to show their attentive style to the leader must be seriously corrected!

As the distance shortens, you can clearly hear the sound of washing in the bathroom, which sounds like washing clothes.

Mr. Yao speeded up and arrived at the bathroom door. Sure enough, he saw a man squatting on the floor tiles of the bathroom. Judging from his back, he was definitely washing something. He stepped on the threshold of the bathroom, raised his toes and saw clearly that two washbasins were placed in front of her. The basins were soaked not only in clothes, but also in some wool fabrics such as rags.

Put the two hands covered with thick calluses in the washbasin, rubbing a rag over and over again until the rag was white.

"Shen, good, sound!"

After rubbing the rag, Shen Jiayin was trying to wring the rag out and put it into another washbasin with satisfaction. Suddenly, he heard a sound behind his back, astonished as a grasshopper. His hands shook, and the rag fell back into the dirty washbasin.

"You come out for me right away!"

This sound is clearly an order!

The squeaked back of the tiles obviously didn't know what he had made, but he knew that he had made an 80% mistake, otherwise the leader wouldn't be so angry.

Seeing that she didn't move, her hand seemed to be in a position to continue twisting the rag into the basin. Master Yao was furious: "Come out!"

The two furious words made Mrs. Yao and Yao Zibao in the food hall throw down their dishes and chopsticks.

Mr. Yao lost his temper, and it was rare to see every few years. Since Yao Zibao remembers, his brother had never heard of anyone like this at home.

I squeezed to the entrance of the passage with my mother and saw such a scene.

Master Yao supported the wall with one hand, and it was difficult to suppress the fire on his chest.

A shrunk figure walked out of the bathroom and bowed his head and apologized for guilty ninety degrees.

But Mrs. Yao and Yao Zibao didn't know what the person who apologized for had committed Mr. Yao.

Don’t say that others can’t understand it, Shen Jiayin herself can’t understand it.

Mr. Yao took a deep breath and said, "What are you doing at my house?"

"Stay, stay for one night, the chief, good, kind, take me in for one night."

"Yes, I asked you to stay at my house for one night, but I didn't ask you to do these things at my house, Shen Jiayin!"

"Where am I? I'm not doing well?" asked in a serious voice, "I, I'll correct me."

Mr. Yao finally knew what the urge to hit the wall is. He really wanted to hit the wall now. Can this child not be so simple? He tried hard to resist the urge to yell at this little boy and said, "You did nothing wrong, but you shouldn't have come to my house to do these things. I promised Sang Hong that he would take care of you, not let you go to my house to be a nanny!"

It turns out that the leader is angry with this.

She shook her head and explained: "I am at Sister Sang's house, and my grandmother said she should take the initiative to help."

Should I say that this child is educated too well?

It's simply extinct!

Even Mrs. Yao was amazed because she really didn't know that the other party was helping their family wash the mop. Now that her son found out, she realized that she followed her and looked at Shen Jiayin in amazement, and said to her son: "Xiao Jiayin, you don't need to be so polite in our family."

"No, you're not polite. Yes, you have to do this." The mosquito-like voice emphasized the etiquette of grandma's education.

The three members of the Yao family were completely in a desperate situation.

"She is an alien from an alien planet," Yao Zibao concluded.

"Also talk sarcastic?!" Mrs. Yao stared at her youngest son, took Shen Jiayin's hand to the washbasin and washed it, and said, "Just throw the clothes into the washing machine to wash. A rag or something is too dirty, you can throw it away and replace it."

"Then - waste." Shen Jiayin said.

"No waste!" Mrs. Yao glared at her, "Waste is also our family, it's not you!"

Shen Jiayin was obviously frightened by her glaring eyes and did not dare to say anything again.

After all, this is the leader's mother, her savior's mother, and she can't make the other party angry.

Pulling Shen Jiayin back to the dining table, Mrs. Yao said to her oldest son who is still black-headed and black-faced, "Ziye, go and wear a piece of clothing, at least there is a girl's home in our house."

Mr. Yao glanced at the vest he was wearing, and remembered that he had just rushed too fast and forgot to put one piece of clothes on the outside. This discovery made him frown suddenly, especially when Xiao Budian glanced at him because of Mrs. Yao's words: The gaze was too pure and flawless, which made him feel guilty of committing even wearing a vest.

Seeing that the eldest brother rushed back to his room at the speed of light, Yao Zibao blinked his eyes.

When Mr. Yao appeared in front of his family again, he had brushed his teeth and washed his face, and probably applied a layer of skin care cream on his face. His whole face was radiant and handsome. Yao Zibao suddenly felt that his brother should have even shaved his chin without a beard.

It can be seen that his brother should care about his image in front of the guests.

Not only did Mr. Yao neatly put on a military jacket outside, but even the vest inside was specially replaced with a new one to avoid leaving a sweaty smell and affecting the tall charm of the leader.

After moving a stool and sitting next to Xiaobudian, Master Yao wanted to start showing the attitude of the leader and said, "Shen Jiayin, you should eat more. If a soldier does not even meet the basic physical fitness standards, he cannot be a soldier."
To be continued...