Became a poor little boy abandoned by his educated youth mother?

Chapter 185 Crybaby

She didn't know this man, but her first impression was good, so she asked politely, "Uncle, who are you looking for?"

The middle-aged man smiled and said, "Little girl, does Mr. Feng live here? I'm an old friend of his."

"I haven't seen you before, who are you?"

I wondered in my heart that my master had never mentioned such a person. Aren't the people he knew around the same age as him?

After moving here, Mr. Feng took the time to take them to visit some old friends, so An Xueyan was still a little wary of this man.

The man said embarrassedly: "I am Song Sirui, the apprentice of Master Feng. I heard that Master has returned to Beijing, so I came here specially."

An Xueyan was furious and said, "What little disciple? I am the master's last disciple, the only one."

Humph, Master has promised that she is his only closed disciple and no one else is as important as her.

Song Sirui had a look of astonishment on his face, and it took him several seconds to react after looking at the angry An Xueyan.

She said happily, "Oh, it's Junior Sister. I'm your Third Senior Brother Song Sirui. Nice to meet you. Take this and play with it."

He took off the string of beads on his hand and handed it to An Xueyan, but An Xueyan dodged sideways.

"Don't shout nonsense, my master hasn't acknowledged you yet. Wait here, I'll go ask him."

After saying that, he slammed the door shut and ran to the study to find his master.

He leaned against the door frame and peeked at Old Feng who was reading a medical book and said, "Master, there's a man named Song Sirui outside looking for you. He said he's your third senior brother... no, he's your third disciple~"

After saying that, he patted his lips lightly. Why doesn't he listen to his brain?

"Let him in!" Old Feng glanced at his little apprentice and said calmly.

There are no mood swings, and it is impossible to tell whether he is happy or unhappy.

After getting her master's consent, An Xueyan ran to open the door. Song Sirui was standing outside waiting nervously.

He looked up when he heard the door opening, and saw An Xueyan sticking her head out and looking at him, saying, "My master asked you to come in~"

"Okay, thank you very much, junior sister." Song Sirui thanked her in a very good manner.

An Xueyan curled her lips without saying anything and took the person to the study. Mr. Feng was no longer reading but making tea.

Song Sirui came to the door of the study, saw Mr. Feng, walked in a few steps, and knelt on the ground with a plop.

He shouted excitedly, "Master."

Then came tears and pearls that fell from the string, falling like water.

The voice complained aggrievedly: "Why didn't you contact me after you came back? Do you want to forget your old love because you have a new one?"

An Xueyan got goosebumps all over her body. Is this still the gentle and polite man just now?

Why is she so full of emotion? Is someone going to compete for her affection?

Elder Feng said with a look of disgust: "Alright, as a grown man, can't you be more steady? You've completely lost face in front of your junior sister."

Being reminded of this, Song Sirui remembered that there was a junior sister next to him. He turned around awkwardly and saw the junior sister looking at him strangely.

After calming down, she explained seriously, "Junior Sister, I'm not usually like this. I just saw that Master was too excited and couldn't control his emotions."

An Xueyan nodded perfunctorily. Anyway, the crybaby image of this third senior brother could not be removed.

Old Feng gave a brief introduction to the two of them, and An Xueyan accepted the gift from the other party. The string of beads was made of small-leaf red sandalwood. It seemed that the family of this third senior brother was not ordinary.

Mr. Feng didn't want to talk to his third apprentice about his previous demotion, so he sent him to help in the kitchen.

"Junior sister, where is your hometown?" Song Sirui, who was helping to wash vegetables, began to ask.

"Third Brother, how about you, Hulin Brigade, Qianjin Commune, Dongyuan County, Heilongjiang Province?" Let's get to know each other!

"I'm from Shanghai, and I currently work at the Tianjin Military District Hospital. How long have you been in Beijing? Do you want to go back?"

"It's almost a month. I don't know. It depends on the master's arrangements."

Song Sirui looked at An Honglei who was preparing to add ingredients and said, "Honglei, do you want me to cook? I'm a pretty good cook."

"No need, Grandpa Feng is used to my cooking skills. Brother Song, you should go help cut the vegetables."

An Honglei was afraid that he would ruin the mutton soup, so he refused directly.

Regretfully, he withdrew his hand and said, "Alright, I'll make you one of my specialties tomorrow. Do you want to cut the potatoes into cubes or slices?"

"Cut into 3 cm slices." An Xueyan said with her hands behind her back.

Song Sirui took the kitchen knife and started cutting, but the pieces were sometimes thin and sometimes thick.

An Xueyan said disdainfully, "Third Brother, I can tell from your knife skills and cooking skills that you're definitely not that good."

"My cooking is definitely better than your brother's." He just couldn't believe that a 12-year-old kid could cook as delicious as he did, as he was the best cook in the family.

"You're just bragging, I don't believe it. Third Brother, how old are your children? Do you usually cook for them?"

"The eldest one is one year old with your brother, and the second one is 5 years old. We usually eat in the cafeteria, and I cook occasionally during holidays. Your sister-in-law and nephew all say that my cooking is delicious, and they always eat it all up." His tone was full of showing off how popular his cooking skills are.

An Xueyan praised: "Wow, then you are really a good husband and a good father, unlike other male chauvinists."

Although I haven't tasted the cooking skills, this excellent quality deserves praise.

Song Sirui said modestly: "Well, it's just so-so. It's mainly because your sister-in-law is too busy at work. Usually I am the only one who has time to take care of the children and do housework."

An Xueyan continued to praise him: "That's because you, Third Brother, have good character. Otherwise, if it were any other man, he wouldn't even bother to help if the oil bottle fell. My sister-in-law must be an exceptionally good person to marry such a good man like you."

Song Sirui paused for a second while cutting vegetables, and said with a smile, "She is indeed very good."

As they talked, they quickly cooked the mutton soup, poured the soup into a copper pot, and put it on the stove to serve.

The four of them gathered around the pot and started eating. They each drank a bowl of mutton soup before starting to eat the mutton.

"Brother, the food you cook is delicious." People who don't cook will praise the chef as much as possible.

An Honglei himself was not very satisfied and said, "It's far worse than the chefs in state-owned restaurants."

Mr. Feng also said: "They have a secret recipe, and they have been making it for decades. It is definitely not comparable. Shitou, yours is delicious too."

"Then I'll ask others how they do it next time and try it a few more times."

Song Sirui ate a piece of mutton and said hurriedly: "Oh, I'll learn it too, and I'll cook it for you when the time comes."

He felt like his cooking skills weren't as good as a 12-year-old's. Oh, he was just bragging too much.

Mm, it's delicious. I'll eat more tonight. Maybe I'll master the cooking technique and become a master chef tomorrow.