Chapter 110: The Connection Between Taste and Genes

Ye Qingqing had no idea at first, but she happened to see Shen Yanhong's complicated eyes, and her heart couldn't help but jump.

Why is this woman looking like this?

Is there something wrong with Ye Zhiguo's words?

Ye Hua was very upset, he felt that a fool had robbed him of the limelight, his father was only nice to him before, but today he gave food to a fool, and he didn't care about it.

Ye Hua, who couldn't stand the gap of differential treatment, glared at Ye Tong resentfully, saw Ye Qingqing who was still frowning, with a look of disgust on his face, and said loudly, "Dad, you are wrong, second sister hates eating amaranth Rod, could it be that she wasn't your own? Then my eldest sister and I like to eat so much, so it must be your own!"

He just felt that Ye Zhiguo's theory was wrong, and it was simply unscientific to judge whether he was born or not based on just one dish!

Besides, so what about the biological ones, Ye Zhiguo is still so good to him and the eldest sister, much better than fools!

After Ye Hua finished speaking, she looked at Ye Qingqing provocatively, not noticing the frozen expressions of the people on the table.

Ye Zhiguo, Shen Yanhong, and Ye Lan all froze. Ye Qingqing's heart was beating extremely fast. The words of that bastard Ye Hua reminded her.

Food hobbies are largely determined by genetic inheritance and environmental influences since childhood. Everyone in the family loves to eat stinky amaranth stalks, but she doesn't like it.

No matter how you look at it... she looks like the extra one!

Shen Yanhong was the first to attack, she knocked on Ye Hua's head with her chopsticks, and scolded, "Fart you, you are not allowed to talk while eating."

Ye Hua screamed in pain, but Ye Zhiguo gave him a cold look, and he shivered in fright, and didn't dare to say a word, and honestly ate with his head depressed, feeling extremely wronged.

He was right, so why blame him?

Ye Zhiguo smoothed things over with a smile, "Qingqing tastes like your mother. Your mother hates this dish the most. You can't even smell it."

Ye Qingqing saw his insincere words, the behavior of him and Shen Yanhong just now was too strange, but there was nothing wrong with what Ye Zhiguo said, the taste can be inherited from father, mother, or even from generation to generation.

You can't suspect Ye Zhiguo just based on a stinky dish.

But the vague uneasiness in Ye Qingqing's heart could never subside, and it was hidden deep in her heart.

She reluctantly smiled at Ye Zhiguo, said nothing, the confusion on her face made Ye Zhiguo even more uneasy, there were only three years, and she must not let it fall by the wayside.

He gritted his teeth and said to Shen Yanhong, "Don't burn amaranth stalks at home from now on."

It's only been three years, he can't bear it.

Shen Yanhong felt sour in her heart, "I just made a vat, and if I don't eat it, it will be wasted."

Ye Hua was also dissatisfied and yelled, "Dad, I want to eat!"

Ye Zhiguo glared at him, and said in a cold voice, "Give more of the finished ones to the neighbors, especially the Hu family."

Thinking of the Hu family, Ye Zhiguo's head grew bigger again. Some time ago, he was worried for several days, for fear that Mr. Hu would come to the door, but Mr. Hu never showed up. Only later did he know that Mr. Hu had never returned It is said that he committed a crime and was sent to the detention center.

Although he escaped a trouble, Hu Laosan will have to come back sooner or later, and then there will be troubles again. Ye Zhiguo thinks about this period of time, and establish a good relationship with Xu Yuetuan, so that when Hu Laosan comes back, maybe Xu Yuetuan can help talking.

Although Shen Yanhong was unwilling, but she herself didn't like eating stinky amaranth stalks very much, so she didn't insist anymore, there were more important things to do right now.

"Then I'll send it to Hu's family in the afternoon. You'll have to eat and take a nap."

Shen Yanhong winked at Ye Zhiguo, telling him to hurry up, half a month passed, nothing happened, and school was about to start.