188. Chapter 188: 188 Mr. Yan Is Not Cultivated when He Spits Out Rice

Yan Shiting looked at Xiaobao's considerate actions, and he was really taking care of others.

This little guy!

Xiao Bao sat next to his mother, across the dining table, facing Yan Shiting.

In front of the three of them, there was a bowl of fried rice with eggs.

Xiao Bao said in a tender voice, "Mom, your son fried the dinner with me, so you can eat it with confidence."

Yan Shiting raised his eyebrows, seeing that the fried rice in front of Cheng Xiaobao was the same as his own, "You think I can't eat it?" After spending 5,000 tuition fees, Cheng Xiaobao can cook whatever tastes right.

"Xiaobao is afraid that Uncle Yan is not good at cooking for the first time." Xiaobao kindly reminded, "The rice you fried is very likely to be difficult to swallow, and you might spit it out."

"Really." Yan Shiting's voice was as cold as ice, "Spitting out food at the dining table is impossible for a cultivated person."

Cheng Yingxuan picked up a spoon to scoop up a spoonful of egg fried rice, chewed gracefully a few times and swallowed, "Xiaobao's love egg fried rice has really improved. It's delicious!"

"Thank you mom for the compliment." Xiaobao smiled sweetly for the first time, and began to eat obediently.

Yan Shiting noblely picked up the spoon and scooped up the fried rice in front of him, put it into his mouth, and before chewing twice, he reflexively spat it back into the plate, "What a strange smell, it's so sweet!"

"Hahaha!" Cheng Xiaobao laughed without shame, "Mom, let me just say, it's the first time Uncle Yan cooks, and the fried rice is almost inedible."

Cheng Yingxuan was also confused, and smiled at the man opposite, "Mr. Yan, it seems that you cook rice in the kitchen according to Xiaobao's method. Your cooking skills are so bad?"

Cheng Xiaobao was serious, shaking his head and sighing, "The key is that educated people can't do it. Uncle Yan, I don't agree with what you said. I don't want to say that you are an uncultivated person. What you just said and did, but the facts are right in front of you, and you cannot deny it. I am a very reasonable person."

It was so reasonable that Yan Shiting was irrefutable. He gritted his teeth and said, "Little guy, you have a grudge against me."

Cheng Xiaobao shook his head, "No, you have a grudge against my father." As a son, how could he just sit back and watch the black-faced god opposite him repeatedly insult his dead father?

Yan Shiting's knife-like face was so dark that it was almost cracked, he stretched out his long arms, grabbed the plate of rice in front of Cheng Yingxuan, and took a bite. The taste was normal, not delicious, but not unpalatable.

But the rice he cooked himself was so sweet that he lost his teeth, and he immediately understood, "Cheng Xiaobao, you are fucking me!"

Xiaobao's delicate little face like an enamel doll was full of innocence, "No way. Uncle Yan, you must speak with evidence."

"The first time you fried rice in front of me, the vain seasoning was not salt, but sugar. So I also put a few tablespoons of sugar in the egg fried rice." His face was frozen, and his tone was affirmative , "It's normal to add salt when you fry rice for the second time, that is, the two plates in front of you."

Cheng Xiaobao agreed, "Uncle Yan's IQ is not low, so I figured it out immediately." Blinking at Cheng Yingxuan, "Mom, do you think I can blame this?"

"Of course you can't blame my little treasure." Cheng Yingxuan said impartially, "Mr. Yan, this only shows that you are incompetent in housework. You can't even distinguish between sugar and salt. Who can you blame?"

"..." Yan Shiting was speechless. It's really annoying that he, the big boss of the Thunderbolt Group, was actually slapped by a four-year-old brat, it's unforgivable!