House Dad's Literary Life

Chapter 148 – Yang’s Style Romance

Yang Yi decided to pursue Mo Fei, and this wasn’t just lip service! Although he wasn’t cold, he was also like a wooden man who would not take the initiative. But when he tries hard to do something, his tricks are endless!

Keeping her promise, Mo Fei got up in the morning to practice her voice with Yang Yi. But when she finished washing and wanted to pour a glass of water, she suddenly discovered that there were two beautiful flowers next to her cup on the coffee table in the living room.

If they were real flowers, Mo Fei wouldn’t be surprised, but they weren’t real flowers! When Mo Fei carefully looked at them, she discovered that they were carved from fresh carrots. The buds were shy and were not yet fully bloomed, but they were exquisite and beautiful.

Of course, after being pleasantly surprised and slightly moved, Mo Fei couldn’t help but smile.

This guy has obsessive-compulsive disorder when carving all the flowers. One was not enough. It must be two for symmetry, and the two flowers are still carved exactly the same!

Surprises appeared from time to time. At lunch, Yang Yi fried heart-shaped eggs, but this was still a small scene. When Yang Yi served a dish with only two symmetrically placed chicken wings and lettuce, Mo Fei was really surprised.

There was no need to question Yang Yi’s skill. The chicken wings were scorched on the outside and tender inside. The skin was also drizzled with thick tomato soup. The soup was as crystal clear as amber, making it looked very appetizing.

“This dish is called a pair of birds flying close together!” Yang Yi solemnly explained, “The wing is Yang Yi’s Yi, and flying is Mo Fei’s Fei1. The chicken wings are marinated with honey and other seasoning to ensure that they are sweet to the bone. After they are fried, they are drizzled with sour tomato juice. It is sweet and sour, and it symbolizes the beautiful taste of love!”

He was really showing his feelings to Mo Fei in front of Xixi! Of course, Xixi couldn’t understand the words from start to finish at all. She only heard that the chicken wings were sweet and sour, and her mouth immediately watered.

Mo Fei listened from start to finish. She was really touched and sweet in her heart. But when Yang Yi explained that “the wing is Yang Yi’s Yi and flying is Mo Fei’s Fei,” she couldn’t help but cover her mouth and smile.

Originally, she had a good idea. During these days, she would be scornful to Yang Yi, but when she was with him, she didn’t know why but she always couldn’t help but smile, and her former indifference was gone.

This guy, really, is not as dull as a wooden man, he is so sappy!

“I want chicken wings!” Xixi looked longingly at her favorite chicken wings. And after finally waiting for her father to finish the introduction, she couldn’t wait to shout.

Just thinking about the sweet and sour taste, Xixi didn’t care about what love was! True love is what you eat in your mouth and in your stomach!

However, there were only two chicken wings. How to divide them?

It was called a pair of birds flying close together, so it was only right that Yang Yi and Mo Fei should eat one each!

But there was no way. There was Xixi, this big light bulb. Romance has to be compromised.

Yang Yi didn’t mind it. He gave his daughter a chicken wing. The wing wasn’t just the middle, but also the tip and arm of the chicken. The little girl got her wish, and gnawed it in her hand with joy.

As for the remaining chicken wing, Yang Yi of course gave it to Mo Fei. He didn’t care whether he ate one or not. Anyway, he had already conveyed the meaning to Mo Fei.

“You are silly!” Mo Fei said snappily to Yang Yi, “Why not make one more chicken wing? You clearly know there are three people at home!”

“The meaning would be wrong if it was three.” Yang Yi explained.

“Then you could have just put the other one on another plate, set it aside, and bring it out when we’re about to eat!” Mo Fei was really convinced that this patient has an advanced obsessive-compulsive disorder.

“Three is not enough. Xixi can eat two!” Xixi’s cheeks was stained with red tomato juice, which should have been brushed up by the tip of the chicken wings. When she heard her parents’ conversation, she couldn’t help but stop and said with a bulging mouth.

Yang Yi just laughed and didn’t answered back.

Mo Fei wasn’t in such a hurry to eat as Xixi was. She hesitated for a moment, then broke the chicken wings apart and put the chicken arm into Yang Yi’s bowl. Then her face turned a little red, but pretended not to care and said, “Seeing that you’ve worked hard, I’ll give you a little bit, humph!”

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In the afternoon, Mo Fei wanted to play the piano, and the family went downstair to the coffee shop. Yang Yi cleaned the bar, washed the utensils, made milk for Xixi and coffee for Mo Fei.

Mo Fei played a tune, and then under Xixi’s calling, she held the little girl in her arms and taught her to play the piano.

Of course, Xixi’s small arms and hands certainly couldn’t play the piano. She still stays between one-finger Zen and two-finger Zen. The two-finger Zen refers to also using the index finger of the left hand.2

So, Mo Fei played the tune slowly and leisurely, letting Xixi press two notes from time to time, just like playing with a child. She wanted to increase her interest in the piano.

Yang Yi only drank coffee with its original taste, without sugar or milk, but that didn’t mean he didn’t know how to make other kinds of coffee. Today, seeing the milk he made for Xixi, he suddenly had an idea and wanted to show Mo Fei a cappuccino.

Of course, this process was a bit tedious. After all, he has to prepare milk froth. This milk froth uses chilled fresh milk as the main ingredient, and it is made through mixing, heating and other processes!

Fortunately, Mo Fei and Xixi were having a good time. Although the little girl was only responsible for pressing two keys following her mother’s instructions, she felt that she has some credit for the wonderful melody they played.

Xixi giggled incessantly, and the silver bell-like laughter seemed to add a chord to the music.

After the milk froth and milk were ready, Yang Yi began to draw the fancy pattern. He hasn’t done it for a long time. Yang Yi was worried that he would be a little rusty, but in this life, his control over his body seemed to have improved, so this little rustiness seemed to have been made up for.

Yang Yi tilted the coffee cup by 30 degrees, and then gently tilted the cup with the milk froth, raising it and lowering it…

In this process, the selection of points and the tilting and shaking control of the milk froth cup needed to be meticulous, otherwise the drawn pattern would be deformed.

Gradually, as the coffee cup became more and more full, Yang Yi began to pull back, lifted the milk froth cup, thinning the amount of milk froth flowing out, and slowly pulled it to the front end.3

When it was almost completely pulled back, the whole cup of coffee happened to be full without overflowing. It was perfect!

Yang Yi seemed to have done it calmly and moderately, but when he put down the coffee cup, he breathed a sigh of relief. He spent a lot of effort on it. After all, he hasn’t made a cappuccino in years.

Mo Fei’s coffee and Xixi’s milk were delivered by Yang Yi on a plate. He was like an experience waiter, holding the tray steadily in his left hand, not spilling a drop.

There was a small table next to the piano. Yang Yi put it on it and handed the milk to Xixi first.

Xixi was still a child after all. After playing the piano for a while, she had enough and couldn’t sit still.

“Let me see what Mama is drinking!” The little girl was holding the bottle and drinking it, while curiously leaning over to have a look.

Seeing it, Xixi cried out in surprise: “Wow, it’s so beautiful!”

Xixi’s cry made Mo Fei, who was still playing the end of the tune, curious about what kind of coffee it was, that it made her daughter say that it was very beautiful.