With his pink lips tightly pursed, Ye Zechuan stared at himself in the mirror for a long time before he slowly spoke: "Ye Zechuan, my mother is still waiting for you on Yedao. Work hard and try to go back to see her as soon as possible!"

When he walked out of the bathroom, he lay on the soft and big bed, and still felt that the people and things he had come into contact with in recent days had a not very unreal feeling.

Since many children in City S started learning English and learned various talents since they went to early education classes, on the way back just now, Ye Zhixia told him that from tomorrow, he would invite professional teachers to tutor him in basic courses, so that he would not feel difficult to enter in September.

The next day, in the morning.

Before the alarm clock on the bed rang, Ye Zechuan opened his eyes. When he was on Yedao, Ye Zechuan helped his mother chop and carry water every day since he was four years old. He usually gets up at a time. The biological clock that he has persisted for several years makes him wake up on time at 5:30.

After dressing neatly, he walked to the desk and opened a note, and gently drew a small horizontal line on the second unfinished word "典" on the title page, indicating that this was the eighth day he had come to S City.

When he went downstairs, he found that the living room was very quiet, with only the sound of water coming from time to time from time to time from time to time from time to time from time to time from time to time from time to time.

They must have not gotten up yet. At this time, the only one in the kitchen is Uncle Yin.

Ye Zechuan glanced at the little white fox curled up in a small ball of sleeping soundly on the sofa, pursed his lips and thought for a moment, then walked towards the kitchen.

Yin Mochen was not surprised that he appeared here so early. He glanced at the boy standing at the door, and raised his long eyebrows while peeling potatoes and asked, "Is there anything to do with me?"

"Ye Zechuan responded, hesitated for a while in his heart before saying again, "Uncle Yin, can you accept me as your disciple?"

"Oh? What do you want to learn?" Yin Mochen raised his eyebrows and looked at him with interest.

This little boy is calm and smart, and he admires him quite well. If he really wants to learn something, he is willing to teach it himself.

Ye Zechuan was silent for a few seconds before he made up his mind to raise his little face and looked at him, and replied word by word: "I want to learn how to cook from you!"

His serious expression and serious tone together make people feel that he wants to work hard and achieve success in his studies as soon as possible. It is better to go back to Ye Dao to cleanse his father's grievances and pick up Ye Suxue from Penglai's backyard.

However, what he said was really incredible.

But who is Uncle Yin? Even if he is surprised, Jun still had a calm expression on his face, but he raised his eyebrows a little higher: "I want to hear the reason."

"Actually, after eating Uncle Yin's meal on Yedao, I had this idea. I thought that when I went back in the future, I could cook a meal for my mother that she loved." Ye Zechuan answered truthfully. When he saw his mother eating the rice left by Yin Mochen, he had this idea.

He hopes that his mother will be happy, and hopes that one day when his mother eats the food she cooks for her, she will also show such a happy expression.

Of course, in his heart, he also hopes that he will have the opportunity to cook for the food in the future. He likes to see the food in the face of the food in the face. Seeing her eating with relish, not only will his appetite improve, but his mood will also improve.

With the phoenix eyes glanced over, Yin Mochen's gaze was a little meaningful: "Follow me, do you just want to learn this?"
Chapter completed!