Florist Little Boss Ch. 112
Perhaps because he liked Ye Jingsheng too much, Gao Yang was not prepared. "I saw on TV that there was an earthquake in Xili City last night. A friend of mine happened to be on a business trip there and was a little worried." So far, the report had not been updated. No one knew what the situation was like on the scene except the people there. However, there were a lot of prayers from people of all ethnic groups across the country on the internet, as well as news of donations.
Bai Zhi took a sip of tea and said, "Don't worry too much. The situation over there is not as bad as you think. Earthquakes have occurred in Xili City more than once or twice. There have been earthquakes stronger than this one. Their houses are earthquake-resistant, so it won't be too serious."
So convincing! Gao Yang felt much more at ease in an instant, "By the way, I made some cakes yesterday. I'll bring them to you to try." Whenever he had something on his mind, he wanted to do something to distract his attention, and he made too much by accident.
After Ye Jingsheng and Bai Zhi, he whispered, "It should be the child of the old Tao family. I heard from Shaoyan that Xunxun was delivered by him."
"I'll let someone pay attention." Bai Zhi said.
Gao Yang brought the cakes down. Ye Jingsheng picked up a piece of osmanthus cake and tasted it, smiling. Bai Zhi at home didn't know how to cook at all. Bai Ye was better. He could do simple things, such as making dumplings and cooking dumplings, but not other things. Gao Yang's dexterity should be innate. He had a talent for cooking. Ye Jingsheng nodded, "It's delicious."
"Not bad." Bai Zhi's evaluation.
Gao Yang felt very satisfied to get the recognition of both of them, "I made a lot. If you like it, take some back later."
"Okay." Ye Jingsheng didn't refuse, "By the way, where is your child?" He originally wanted Bai Zhi to see their grandson, but he hadn't seen the child since he entered the door.
"Oh, my senior went to get some things and took him with him." Gao Yang said, as for Gu Ziqian, he was sleeping upstairs. He slept for 20 hours out of 24 hours a day.
Ye Jingsheng took the cakes packed by Gao Yang back home with regret. Bai Ye happened to be at home on holiday today, sitting in the living room reading a book. Although he was on leave, he did not fall behind in his studies. Ye Jingsheng handed the cakes to him, Bai Ye took it and asked curiously, "What is this?"
"Cakes, made by your brother." Ye Jingsheng did not hide it.
"Hey, did Dad and Father go to see my brother today? Why didn't you take me with them?"
"Next time, I dare not take you with you because of your frightening personality."
Bai Ye retorted, "How could that be? I'm such a steady person."
Steady... Ye Jingsheng looked at his son's childish face and said with a smile, "Really? I really didn't see it, but I saw a lot of people jumping up and down in anxiety."
"Father, do you really have no objection to what Dad said about your son?"
Bai Zhi, who was about to go upstairs to his room to change clothes, stopped. At home, he was the kind of good man who listened to his wife in all his actions, and this time it was fully demonstrated, "Your Dad is right."
So father, were you the third junior brother in a travelogue? Whatever my dad said was right for you, "Dad, I don't accept it!"
Ye Jingsheng said, "Since you said so, I will definitely take you with me next time."
"Of course." Bai Ye opened the paper box and scooped out a piece of mung bean cake to eat, "My brother will definitely like me when he sees me."
"You think you are Chinese's currency." Everyone loved you.
Bai Ye smiled, his self-confidence swelled, "It's almost the same, um, my brother's cooking is really delicious, he is really like Dad, not a clumsy hand."
Ye Jingsheng shook his head and said that he was steady, but he showed his true colors after a few words, "Eat less, it's time for dinner."
Bai Ye nodded randomly, stuffed a red bean cake in his mouth, and said "hm" unclearly. It was perfunctory and the other could tell that he didn't listen.
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