"Not long after, there was the Lion King Tournament. I was too expressive to participate. Today, it seems that I need to participate."

Huang Feihong explained and led Zhou Xiaoxing to the table. Dad, Thirteenth Aunt, and Akuan have already finished cooking and are waiting for him to come back.

When Huang Qiying saw Feihong return, she felt angry at being persuaded by her thirteenth aunt just now. She said she didn't want him to have anything to do with Zhao Tianba's affairs, but he still went without telling her.

It’s not that he doesn’t believe in his son’s abilities, it’s just who Zhao Tianba is. He is someone who will not give up for his own selfish desires. He can do such things even if he requires people to wear iron knives on their feet during the lion dance.

He is worried that Feihong is not enough for him.

It is common for bad people to harm others, and to do the worst and use any means necessary.

When I saw there was another person beside Feihong, he was very friendly and good-looking. I suppressed my anger and just said, "I'm back, I'll come back for dinner."

"Feihong, come back quickly."

Aunt Thirteen waved her hands and glanced at the people around Huang Feihong, just a glance.

She is no worse looking than Feihong, but not as mature as Feihong.

"Yes, Master, I have been waiting for you for a long time."

Liang Kuan made a few gestures to Huang Feihong behind Huang Qiying's back, and the meaning was obvious: the master was very angry and could not be coaxed.

After seeing the handsome guy next to the master, he got up and left. When he came back, he brought a chair with a pair of bowls and chopsticks on it. When he got to the table, he moved a place, put down the chair, and placed the bowls and chopsticks on the table at the same time.

Master rarely brings guests back.

While everyone was looking at Zhou Xiaoxing, he was also observing the people in the room.

Sitting directly opposite him was Huang Qiying, with a not-so-good-looking face. She must be worried about Huang Feihong's safety. She was half anxious and half relieved. The chopsticks on the table were neatly placed, waiting for Huang Feihong.

An old man who is worried that his son is not good at talking will give him a kiss.

To his right is a woman wearing elegant clothes. Her body proportions are really incredible. There is no superfluous part in the front, back, top or bottom.

The only shortcoming is that I wear too many clothes, with several layers, making it hard to see clearly and wasting a good figure.

There is no makeup on the face, fair skin, black eyes, a nose that is flat enough, a small mouth the size of a cherry, and a chin that is not too pointed.

There is a reason why Wong Fei-hung is able to enchant the steely straight man. This is the perfect appearance of a man-killer.

I didn’t look away for a long time.

It wasn't until Huang Feihong pulled Zhou Xiaoxing to sit down that he glanced at Liang Kuan beside him.

Close your eyes and look at something else immediately after looking at a pretty girl. It’s like eating something sweet and then eating something sweet without feeling anything else.

Brother Liang, it’s not that you don’t look good, it’s mainly that comparison causes pain.

"Feihong, don't be impulsive next time."

Seeing that her son was not injured at all, Huang Qiying was naturally happy, but no matter how happy she was, she could not show it. What should she do if her son became proud and complacent?

After all, it is a dangerous thing and cannot happen again.

"I know, Dad."

When Huang Feihong sat down, Aunt Thirteen gave him more rice. When she picked up the bowl in front of Zhou Xiaoxing, she smiled politely.

"Oh, this is Zhou Xiaoxing. If he hadn't appeared in time today, I wouldn't have come back so soon."

There is no doubt that he will come back safely, it will only be sooner or later.

"Oh, hello."

As the owner, Huang Qiying reached out and Zhou Xiaoxing stood up to take it, put it down and sat down.

"Dad, don't you know?"

When Huang Feihong saw his father being so polite, he had doubts in his mind. When Zhou Xiaoxing came to help, didn't he say that his father sent him here?

When his eyes met Zhou Xiaoxing's smiling eyes, he immediately understood that Zhou Xiaoxing said those words casually, just to make it clear that he was not on Zhao Tianba's side, so don't kill innocent people by mistake.

"Baa, what are you talking about?"

It was Huang Qiying's turn to be confused. It was his first time meeting this handsome boy, but the name was familiar to him.

Suddenly I felt something pressing under my arm. I looked up and saw, "Two or Three Things About the Top Scholar in Modern Science". Is the Zhou Xiaoxing in the book the same Zhou Xiaoxing in front of me?

When receiving the rice bowl handed over by Aunt Thirteen, Zhou Xiaoxing saw three looks on the table looking for answers. He slowly raised his head and smiled lightly.

"It's me, the person in the book is me."

There was nothing to hide. After Zhou Xiaoxing said this, everyone looked as if they had expected it and returned to their seats and laughed.

There is a sentence in the book that is right: appearance is outstanding.

"I heard that you are from Guangdong, specifically the side pocket?"

Huang Qiying saw some silence at the dinner table and took the initiative to talk to me.

"I don't know where it is specifically. I only know that the official parent there is Bao Longxing. Has Shibo ever heard of it?"

Being really hungry, and having not eaten at home for a long time, Zhou Xiaoxing picked up the vegetables, drank the soup, and ate the rice. He looked at the rice in the pot and answered a few simple questions when his mouth was free.

Of course they don’t know each other. They have always lived in Foshan and have never heard of this person. So Zhou Xiaoxing is not from Foshan.

They go to Guangzhou several times a month to buy medicinal materials. They have also never heard of Bao Longxing, so Guangzhou has been ruled out.

In this case, this topic will be skipped directly, and there is no need to continue the conversation without an answer.

"Dad, if you know what to do so well, you just need to know that you are a fellow countryman."

"Yes, Master, check the household registration."

Liang Kuan finished his second bowl of rice and exchanged words while serving the rice.

"Feihong, I am also doing this for your own good."

According to seniority, Aunt Thirteen should keep Huang Qiying from calling her brother, but these days, the latter has slowly accepted the relationship between her and Feihong, and calls her master directly.

"Let's not talk about this anymore. The autumn exam ends today. How did you do in the exam?"

After saying this, I regretted it. It was mentioned in "Two or Three Things About the Number One Scholar in Modern Science" that the number one scholar in modern science is none other than Zhou Xiaoxing.

"It shouldn't be a big problem. Teacher Huang, your chef's skills are really good. It's much better than what I had at Baofu."

After the first bowl of rice was finished and Aunt Thirteen was helping to refill the meal, Zhou Xiaoxing opened a new topic.

If Huang Qiying continues to ask this question, this meal will probably be boring to death, and embarrassing is not enough to describe it.

Suddenly I understood that there would be people who would chat to death. Mr. Huang really doesn’t know how to chat.

In order to avoid delaying his meal, Zhou Xiaoxing chose a topic that would never go wrong and someone would definitely answer it as soon as he raised it.

Food.

"As long as you like it. I made it myself. It's a daily meal. I didn't know you were here."

"Yes, my master is a very good cook. When I was in Foshan, no one was allowed to enter the kitchen at home. Later, when I came to the capital, there were less delicious dishes."

"A Kuan, you just know how to eat. Dad, when do you plan to go back with me? The capital is too chaotic and cannot compare to Foshan."

Look, the topic has opened.

Zhou Xiaoxing was cooking alone. Mr. Huang's cooking skills were indeed very good. He didn't think so because he was hungry. His previous praise was sincere.

"Feihong..."

Aunt Thirteen tugged on Huang Feihong's clothes and shook her head.

They have asked about this topic before. Huang Qiying is used to living in the capital and has all his interpersonal relationships here. Also, once he leaves, the Guangdong Guild Hall will take care of it.

This is where he has worked hard for several years, and he is not willing to let it go. In the past, he only wanted to go back when he was interested in Feihong. When he chose Feihong, he already had his thirteenth aunt, and the only stone in his heart fell to the ground. Naturally, there was no reason to leave.

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"Let's take a look and talk about it. You're just jealous of my craftsmanship. Stay a few more days and I'll teach you everything. We, the descendants of the Huang family, all learn things very quickly. Isn't that right, Xiao Zhou?"

Suddenly being called upon, Zhou Xiaoxing choked on a mouthful of soup without taking a sip of the soup.

He is not a descendant of the Huang family, so he doesn’t know this problem? Besides, can’t people just drink soup properly?

He took the towel handed over by Liang Kuan and wiped his mouth. He felt helpless and smiled on his face.

"Master Huang, yes, I think Master Huang will be able to start training soon."
Chapter completed!