Second bedroom.

Yao Yiyao is studying. As a student of Yuzhou No. 2 Middle School, competition is fierce. Even during the holidays, she still doesn't sleep in.

Of course, it has more to do with her mother.

Yao Yiyao's mother is a small leader in the system and is strict with herself. She also imposes this self-discipline on her daughter.

She has been subject to strict requirements since she was a child, such as drinking eight glasses of water a day, eating as much fruit as possible, enrolling in various extracurricular classes, and even requiring her to get up at 7:30 in the morning even on holidays.

Once Yao Yiyao fails to do so, he will be reprimanded.

This pathological desire for control finally broke out in Yao Yiyao's adolescence. She only felt like a canary in a cage.

She wanted to get rid of her mother's control, but unfortunately, she didn't have the ability to survive alone.

Compared to Yao's mother who is strong, Yao's father is a well-rounded businessman and is very tolerant to his daughter. Otherwise, after Yao Yiyao ran away from home, the rental advertisement for the bedroom she lived in would probably still be hanging on the bulletin board of the community.

When Yao Yiyao heard her father's words, she responded: "Wait a minute, I'll change a pair of shoes."

Father Yao has a wide network of people and often attends various dinner parties, some of which are not particularly important. He brings his daughter with him so that she can meet people so that she does not have to stay at home every day. He can also let her eat delicious food and he also has an excuse not to drink.

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Yao Yiyao was naturally happy, especially since the watermelon and tomato hot pot she had last time at Uncle Jiang’s house was so delicious that she still remembers it.

"Okay, let's get it together!" Yao's father looked at Yang Fei.

Yang Feidui laughed and showed his car keys: "Take my car."

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River dam.

Jiang Ning was in charge of lighting the fire, and Xue Yuantong put on the apron she bought online. This apron was quite cute in design, with Q-patterns of white rabbits and carrots embroidered on the surface.

She raised the spatula to fry rice, eggs, rice, and some chopped green onion. The fragrance filled the air, and the fragrance was extremely penetrating.

Xue Chuchu, who was memorizing words at the gate, smelled the fragrance, and the fragrance rushed in one after another.

Xue Chuchu, who originally had excellent learning efficiency, was forced to swallow her saliva while carrying the words on her back, and her learning ability plummeted.

Once she fell, she could no longer rise. Her head was filled with fried rice.

Xue Chuchu couldn't believe it: 'Why does it smell so good?'

'What on earth are Jiang Ning and Tongtong cooking?'

Xue Chuchu closed the vocabulary book, sniffed and followed the scent to the kitchen.

Xue Yuantong waved the spatula, his hands kept moving, and he kept saying: "Okay, okay, okay, it's almost done!"

Seeing Chu Chu entering the door, Xue Yuantong said happily: "Chu Chu, I told you yesterday that you will have breakfast at my house."

"Yeah, okay." Xue Chuchu agreed, even the customary process of refusing - Xue Yuantong begging for mercy - and her agreeing again was omitted.

She was afraid. If Tongtong promised not to feed her, she really didn't know what to do.

With Xue Yuantong's last shovel, the fragrant 'Egg Fried Rice' was finally ready.

Jiang Ning put out the fire and moved the dining table to the yard. It was early in the morning and the sunlight was not strong. The feeling of eating in the open air was difficult for ordinary city residents to experience.

Xue Yuantong helped wash the grapes and cut kiwis and bananas. Xue Chuchu went home and took the melon seed and chicken diced sauce made by her mother to use with rice.

Add three boxes of yogurt to complete a nutritious and healthy breakfast.

Xue Chuchu sat at the dining table, ate a piece of banana first, and drank slowly.

She lowered her head and stared at her bowl of fried rice. The fried rice looked very outstanding. She had never seen this kind of fried rice before.

I saw that the grains of rice were clearly defined, wrapped in eggs, and glowing brightly. It was particularly gorgeous and seemed to be glowing.

However, Chu Chu chuckled in her heart. It must be an illusion. This is rice, and it is not a radiation. It cannot shine.

Unable to resist the lingering fragrance, Xue Chuchu took a spoonful and poured it into her mouth.

Xue Yuantong, who was in a hurry, had already scooped up the rice, and she shouted excitedly:

"Wow, Jiang Ning, does the rice I fried taste good?"

Xue Chuchu tasted the rice, and the rice slipped into her mouth. A stream of clear spirit melted away, and her body floated.

She couldn't help but want to moan softly, but Xue Chuchu used strong restraint to hold it back.

No matter how comfortable she was, she would never make that kind of sound.

Chu Chu, who had always been steady, was driven by desire and couldn't help but take a bite of rice. Soon, a feeling of fulfillment and happiness appeared in her heart.

The exhaustion of memorizing words and her impetuous mind were soothed. At this moment, she forgot a lot. She calmed down and was immersed in the fragrance of Lingmi.

Jiang Ning's spread of spiritual consciousness immediately gave feedback on Chu Chu's physical condition. He nodded secretly, "The effects contained in the spiritual rice after the second improvement are really great for ordinary people's bodies."

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Jiang Ning had brought spiritual rice back from Huqi Mountain once before. Aunt Gu cooked the rice and served it with green pepper and potato shreds. Xue Yuantong ate several bowls and never forgot it.

However, Jiang Ning was not satisfied. He specifically asked Shao Shuangshuang to search for spiritual materials, cultivate spiritual soil, and continue to improve it. The spiritual rice grown now is barely decent.

"Jiang Ning, is it delicious?" Xue Yuantong was proud.

"Isn't the rice I brought good?" Jiang Ning asked, he spent a lot of effort to get some spiritual rice.

"Hmph!"

Jiang Ning: "Okay."

…

An SUV drove down the Heba asphalt road.

Yang Fei, a bald man, said to his co-pilot, Yao's father: "I've made an arrangement with the chef. I'll let you try some authentic mutton soup later. It's made from mutton stick bones and added with Chinese cabbage vermicelli. The ingredients are guaranteed."

Give enough.”

Yao's father said: "I know what it feels like. In the early years, I went to the countryside to build houses for people. They made mutton soup in the morning and served it with pancakes. It was delicious."

Yao's father missed him, but unfortunately after leaving the village, the mutton soup in the restaurant outside could never taste the same.

Yao Yiyao was sitting alone in the back row. After the conversation between her father and Uncle Yang, she finally figured it out. It turned out that Uncle Yang opened a farmhouse.

Yao Yiyao knew what it was. She had been to similar places before. She went to the outskirts of the city with her father to eat roasted whole lamb in the open air, old roosters roasted in earthen stoves, or meat skewers grilled by adults over charcoal, or carry

Pick strawberries from a basket and feel the farm atmosphere.

There was an adult taking care of the whole process, so she didn't have to do it herself. The process was very enjoyable and gave her a very down-to-earth experience.

Yao Yiyao looked out at the scenery outside through the car window. The endless fields made her feel relaxed and happy, and even her depressed mood became much lighter.

She looked to the southeast, where there were many poplar trees and a bamboo forest. Among the lush greenery, a neat row of bungalows emerged.

Yang Fei smiled and said: "We'll be here soon. I guess you can smell the aroma of mutton soup, Brother Yao!"

As he spoke, he turned the steering wheel and the SUV turned a corner and entered a row of bungalows.

A strong fragrance immediately hits my face. Just smelling the fragrance makes me feel refreshed and unable to stop. I even have the idea that if I take one more sip, I will make a profit.

Father Yao sniffed it carefully: "My darling, this egg fried rice is so fragrant. Brother Yang, you are serious!"

Yang Fei was a little confused, 'When did I make fried rice? Did the cook make it on his own?'

"But, good job!" Yang Fei parked the car excitedly and opened the door.

He looked around and wondered: "Something's wrong. This fragrance doesn't come from my house. Instead, it looks like..."

Yang Fei looked sideways and locked his eyes on a house.

He remembered that house very clearly. There was a mother and daughter living there.

Yang Fei resisted the smell and took the absent-minded Yao Brother into his newly decorated farmhouse.

When he stepped into the yard, he finally smelled the smell of mutton. Is it the smell, or the smell in his memory, but Yang Fei was always doubtful.

Compared with the aroma of egg fried rice, the aroma of mutton is nothing worth mentioning.

Yang Fei laughed and said: "Brother Yao, come and try the mutton soup."

Father Yao said absently: "Okay, let's try it!"

Yang Fei asked the eldest sister in the kitchen to make three large enamel bowls. Each enamel bowl contained a generous portion of mutton. The soup was pure white and looked very tempting.

After serving three bowls, Yang Fei could smell the aroma of egg fried rice again, and he looked at the expressions of the Yao family's father and daughter.

Then he said: "Sister, let's have another bowl of mutton soup and some more mutton."

After filling the bowl, Yang Fei said: "The people next door are nice, I will send a whole bowl to them!"

With that said, Yang Fei took the mutton soup and stepped into the Xue family courtyard with inquiring thoughts.

The aroma of fried rice became even stronger, and the mutton soup in his hand was completely suppressed.

Yang Fei saw three familiar people again. In the past few days, he had roughly figured out the relationship between the people nearby and knew that the three people had a good relationship.

Last time someone cooked chicken in an earthen pot and ate at the same table.

Yang Fei: "Are you eating? I stewed some mutton soup and brought it to you to try!"
To be continued...