Chapter 16 Primer

Just like in the morning, Guo Xiaofeng, who had just woken up from his lunch break, opened the bedroom door when he heard clanging sounds from the kitchen downstairs. As soon as he walked to the door of the kitchen, Guo Xiaofeng saw his daughter sweating profusely pouring salad dressing into a fruit and vegetable platter. "what are you doing?" "Ah——" Ai Mei raised her head, her face was full of a smile of love for food, "You're up, Dad, I'm making dinner, I don't think you're getting old—" "I read the case files for a while, and it was almost three o'clock when I fell asleep," Guo Xiaofeng muttered to defend himself, "but I only slept for more than half an hour."

Aimei lowered her head again and started to mix the salad. "I didn't tell you, Dad, I just want to do it first, so that you don't have to get up to make dinner if you can't finish telling the story, it's too emotional, look——" Aimei put down the plate of salad in her hand, Opened the lid of the small pot on the gas stove like a feat, "The porridge is ready, and—" She opened the lid of the frying pan again, "Look, the vegetables are also fried, here—" Love Mei opened the refrigerator again, "How about your steamed pork ribs in black bean sauce?"

"Not bad! Not bad!" Guo Xiaofeng nodded with a smile, then pointed to the plate his daughter was operating, "But I don't like salad dressing, why do you make this?" "I'll eat." Aimei said happily, "I think it might be more comfortable to eat while listening. In the morning, I felt something was missing in my mouth." Guo Xiaofeng couldn't help laughing, and when he exited the kitchen, he muttered softly: "It seems you don't want to lose weight." "What did you say?" Aimei said while chasing after her with the plate of salad.

"Nothing." Guo Xiaofeng replied quickly.After sitting down in the tea room again, Ai Mei looked at her father with interest while feeding herself salad. But after sitting for a long time, Guo Xiaofeng kept meditating and didn't speak for a long time. Finally, Aimei couldn't bear it anymore, put down the salad in her hand, and asked cautiously: "What's the matter? Does my eating affect your mood?" "No, no, it's irrelevant." Guo Xiaofeng replied, then pondered for a moment and said: "Aimei, that's right, I don't like being interrupted when I talk."

"I know, I won't interrupt indiscriminately." Aimei replied immediately, and then she pouted her mouth slightly aggrieved, "And I don't like to interrupt! You see, I didn't interrupt in the morning, did I? Tell me I never interrupt the case until you finish, I know you don't want your train of thought to be interrupted." Choose to choose "Great, and this afternoon, whatever I'm talking about." Aimei didn't feel wronged this time, and became curious: "What will you talk about?" "You will know after listening." Guo Xiaofeng replied lightly.