"Dad, I'm back!" A crisp call came from downstairs, followed by a series of brisk footsteps, and a girl wearing a white T-shirt and blue jeans appeared on the stairs like the wind.

The fine tips of the shoulder-length hair are gently swayed with the movement, revealing the girl's face as white as milk. Some of the plump cheeks still look like baby fat has not disappeared, but the face is as well-proportioned and soft as an oval, even if it is

Even with a bare face, there's something amazingly cute and sweet about it!

Of course, the sixteen-year-old girl hasn't fully grown yet. She has a figure like a washboard, and she is dressed in jeans. She is running around in a hurry, her hair is swaying, and her face is covered. She really looks a bit like a tomboy.

Look!

"Yiyi?"

Hearing the sound of her running up, a man wearing an apron and holding two long wooden chopsticks came out of the kitchen where the range hood was whirring. When he saw the girl, he smiled gently: "Why are you like this?

You’ll be back soon? Didn’t you say you were going to play with Feifei?”

Yang Ruoyi saw him, curled her lips quietly, and complained: "Dad, I've been playing all afternoon!"

That's right, the girl's name is Yang Ruoyi, and the man busy preparing dinner is our male protagonist, his name is Yang Han, and he is Yang Ruoyi's father, biological father!

Even though Yang Han is only twenty-six or seven years old, he is 1.8 meters tall, has an angular face, wheat-colored skin, and a flat haircut that sticks to the scalp. He doesn't look like a soldier or a cook, but more like a cook.

He's a handsome guy with quite a masculine temperament!

But in fact, he is already forty years old this year!

Even though his appearance has not changed, the traces of time can still be seen in his deep and reserved eyes.

"Haha, go out and play more during the holidays and adjust your mentality so that you can better meet the learning tasks of the next three years of high school!"

Yang Han waved the wooden chopsticks in his hand lightly and said with a slightly proud smile: "Wait a little longer, dinner is not ready yet, dad is making your favorite fried lotus root box!"

"Fried lotus root box?" Yang Ruoyi followed her father into the kitchen in surprise.

Her kitchen is very big. After all, it is a small building built by herself. The kitchen is almost twenty square meters! The U-shaped cabinet has surrounded the inside of the kitchen, but there is still a lot of space in the middle to move around.

On the polished countertop next to the stove, Yang Ruoyi saw the lotus root boxes that her father had already prepared. They were neatly arranged in several rows on the rectangular plate, and they were filled with meat fillings.

They are almost squeezed out from the eyes of the lotus root slices!

When she came back, Yang Han was about to start frying the lotus root boxes. Now, he asked his daughter to stand a little farther away, then put a lot of oil in the pot and heated it over medium-low heat.

He picked up a lotus root box with the chopsticks he had held just now, put it in a large bowl next to him, dipped both sides in the batter that had been mixed, and put it into the oil pan. Immediately, bubbles began to roll on the oil surface.

Very fragrant!

Yang Ruoyi couldn't help sniffing and swallowed secretly.

Yang Han turned around and happened to see this scene, with a smile on his face: "Don't worry, you will have something to eat soon!"

"I'm not in a hurry..."

Yang Ruoyi pursed her lips in embarrassment, but when she came back to her senses, she remembered what she wanted to tell her father when she ran up just now. The girl hesitated for a moment, then spoke: "Dad, I think, I want to tell her father

You discuss something."

Yang Han kept working on his hands and asked casually: "What's the matter?"

"I want to be a singer!"

Afraid of being misunderstood by her father, Yang Ruoyi also added: "Just like those singers on TV, they sing and hold concerts!"

Yang Han frowned slightly when he heard this, but he still patiently fried all the lotus root boxes until they turned yellow. After taking them out, he slowly said: "What's so good about being a singer? Those stars on TV are just

She looks glamorous on the surface, but maybe secretly, well, she's just like us, picking her feet while watching TV."

"Dad! Can we please stop mentioning foot-picking?"

Yang Ruoyi was so embarrassed that her ears were red. She was watching TV at home one day after the high school entrance examination, and she unconsciously picked her feet. As a result, her father used it as a punchline before and after dinner.

"Seriously, Dad... I want to be a trainee in one of those entertainment companies to see if I can be a singer. Just let me give it a try, okay?" Yang Ruoyi hugged her father's arm and twisted her shoulders.

, his voice was drawn out and he begged coquettishly.

Yang Ruoyi rarely used this trick of acting coquettishly.

That's not to say that Yang Han doesn't have enough time and energy to do anything at home.

On the contrary, Yang Han loves his daughter extraordinarily! From a young age, Yang Han would buy things Yang Ruoyi liked for her. Except for the issue of study, he was tighter on other matters, especially in terms of material conditions.

They are all obedient to their daughters - this is what is called a wealthy daughter.

It's just that Yang Ruoyi rarely makes requests to her father. When she was a child, she was a low-needs baby (she didn't like to cry or make noises. Yang Han put her in the stroller and she could play with herself)! When she grew up, she was very interested in luxury.

She has no interest in goods. Things like mobile phones and bicycles that children want very much are among the first among her classmates to have them.

What else is there to be dissatisfied with?

But on the issue at hand, Yang Han is not so easy to let go!

"Trainer? How hard would it be for you to be a trainee? Your father, I won't let you go through that!"

Yang Han picked up the rag, wiped the stove with some batter on it, raised his head and said with a smile: "If you really want to sing and go on stage, no problem!"

"Huh?" Yang Ruoyi looked at her father with some surprise. Could it be that he had changed his attention?

"Tomorrow dad will take you to KTV to practice singing, so that you can be on the annual stage in our Xiguan Beilang Village during the Chinese New Year!" Yang Han gave a thumbs up and joked with her daughter seriously.

But it's not funny!

"Dad!" Yang Ruoyi stomped her feet in disbelief, her mouth bulging with anger, "You're fooling me again!"

"What does it mean to fool you again?"

Yang Han laughed and emphasized a certain word. He made a gesture to ask her to stand farther away: "Don't get too close, daddy will blow it up again."

The reason why the lotus root box needs to be fried again is to use different oil temperatures and frying times to make the surface crispier. Yang Han took advantage of the time to tease his daughter and let the lotus root box that he took out after frying to cool down.

, and now I turn on the fire again, adjust it to medium-high heat, and prepare to explode it a second time.

Yang Ruoyi was also a little afraid of the sound of frying. She stood a little farther away from her father. But she did not let her father change the subject. She still said gloomily: "You have fooled me a lot! I remember them all."

"When I was in kindergarten, I once asked you: Dad, where did we come from? You told me: We all come from the earth!"

Yang Ruoyi snorted unhappily and said, "What is the earth? Later I found out that you were talking about our planet!"

Yang Han smiled and did not explain too much about this issue. After all, his daughter had grown up and he could no longer say things to her that he could not say to others like he did when he was a child.

He shrugged his shoulders and said, "You also told me that Peng Peng was given a TV by his father."

"It's not just this! When I was in elementary school, I came back and asked you if our family was very poor?"

Yang Ruoyi counted her fingers and counted the words her father had used to deceive her: "Because other people's fathers have to go to work, and I have never seen you go to work. What did you tell me?"

"Our family is very rich!" Yang Han said with a smile.

"Yes, that's what you said, and you said that our family is super rich, and you said that our family has dozens of buildings to collect rent!"

Yang Ruoyi curled her lips: "Where did the dozens of buildings come from? Our family only has two small buildings. The one you open the teahouse now was bought later. And you didn't rent it to anyone else, so where did you collect the rent?"

"Isn't it considered rich to have two buildings in Yangcheng?"

Yang Han smiled and said to her daughter: "Many people from other places who come to work in Yangcheng struggle to buy a small apartment in Yangcheng. Our two buildings are not my father's fault. If you are willing to sell them, you can exchange them for more than a dozen commercial houses."

No problem!"

Yang Han's hand movements are still very neat, without any interference from talking!

I saw him frying the lotus root box for about 20 seconds and then taking it out. Moreover, he also carefully arranged the plate. On a long oval plate, he first spread a layer of drained lettuce.

Then the fried lotus root boxes, crispy on the outside and tender on the inside, filled with aroma, were placed one by one on top.

In addition, he also brought a small plate and poured his daughter's favorite Thai sweet and spicy sauce into it. The amber-like red sauce was placed on the head of the oval plate, just like the finishing touch of a faucet! Yang Han straightened up,

After appreciating it for a while, he nodded with satisfaction: "Okay, when it cools down a little, you can take a piece and try it!"

Chestnut chicken soup was still cooking in the porcelain pot next to it, and Yang Han stirred it with a spoon.

"Dad, you are changing the concept. You said there were dozens of buildings before. That is definitely bragging! Moreover, even if there are two buildings, you can't just sit back and have nothing! Besides, people can't just do it for money.

To live, you still need to have dreams!”

In Yang Ruoyi's memory, there were more than just a few scenes of her father deceiving her. She went on to say: "It's like when I was in the first grade of junior high school, there was an essay topic called "My Dream". I'm telling you: Dad, when I grow up

I want to be a big star in the future!”

Yang Han huffed and puffed as he tasted the soup, and smiled secretly: "Why are you talking about this topic again?"

"You also lied to me at that time, saying that you wanted to be a big star? As a student, you have to study hard and go to college." Yang Ruoyi said.

"There's nothing wrong with that!"

Yang Ruoyi became anxious: "However, studying and entering college can only be a stage goal, and it is not the highest pursuit of our lives! The teacher said that to be a human being, you must have dreams! And, isn't there a saying on the Internet that says this? If people don't have dreams,

, what’s the difference between that and salted fish?”

"It's good to be a salted fish! Your father and I have a dream before, that is to have a house facing the sea, with flowers blooming in spring..."

Yang Han said with a smile: "Then like a salted fish, you can lie comfortably on the beach, dry the front, turn over, and then dry the back."

The first sentence is quite poetic, but why does it change when you listen to it later?

Yang Ruoyi was disturbed by her father's series of gags. She stamped her feet anxiously and shouted angrily: "You want to be a salted fish, but I don't want to! Don't talk about these two buildings, even if

I am not willing to inherit a fortune worth 10 billion yuan! I just want to sing and be a singer!"

Yang Ruoyi cried out the last angry words!

After shouting, she stomped her feet in grievance, turned around and ran out of the kitchen, ran to her bedroom, threw herself on her bed, buried her head in the pillow, and started crying.

Yang Han followed him uneasily. He stood at the door of his daughter's room, hesitated for a moment, and asked: "Well... Yiyi, do you still want to eat? Dad gave you the deep-fried lotus root box, wait until it cools down."

It doesn’t taste good!”

"Woo, don't worry about me..."

Yang Ruoyi's muffled crying came from the pillow. She waited for a moment, then raised her head slightly, and shouted in a clear crying voice, somewhat embarrassedly: "I'll cry for five minutes, and then I can't go to eat."
Chapter completed!