He really wanted to stop talking to Jian Jian, but he just couldn't do it.

At this moment, he was no longer dubious and almost accepted the simple statement.

As a father, how could he not care about the fate of his own son?

Zuo Dayou answered the question bravely, pretending to be calm, "Grandpa has already given me a name, it's Zuo Shangzhi."

Jian Jian immediately expressed regret, "It's really not as good as my Xiao Cong. If there is a mole on your left hip, left face, or left arm, it means that your grandfather failed to name him again this time."

Zuo Dayou suddenly remembered that there was indeed a mole on his son's right buttock, "What if it's not on the left buttock?"

He quickly added, "The upper left side of the right butt also counts."

Zuo Dayou didn't dare to ask any more questions, knowing that nothing good was waiting for him, so he turned around and continued preparing the dishes.

Wensi Tofu has extremely strict requirements on knife skills.

To cut the soft and glutinous tofu into hair-thick slices, you must concentrate on it, and there is no room for negligence.

Zuo Dayou was in a state of confusion at this moment, and his hands inevitably lost their rhythm. The tofu shreds he cut were no longer uniform.

Seeing that the plan was successful, he finally wanted to show off again, "Brother Zuo, you used the sword so clumsily, you were so careless. It's best not to lose your mind when you are working. I can't talk to you anymore.

I don’t want you to blame me after you lose.”

After saying this, I finally started to prepare the dishes.
Chapter completed!