Chapter 110: The link between taste and genes

Ye Qingqing had no idea at first, but she happened to see Shen Yanhong's complicated eyes, and her heart skipped a beat.

Why does this woman look like this?

Is there something wrong with Ye Zhiguo's words?

Ye Hua was very unhappy. He felt that the fool was stealing the limelight. Dad used to be kind to him, but today he served the fool with food, but he didn't care about it.

Ye Hua, who couldn't stand the difference of being treated differently, glared at Ye Tong angrily, and saw Ye Qingqing, who was still frowning, with a look of disgust on her face, and said aloud: "Dad, you are wrong, the second sister hates amaranth. Rod, could it be that she is not your own? Then my eldest sister and I like to eat it so much, it is not your own!"

He just thinks that Ye Zhiguo's theory is wrong, and it is not scientific at all to decide whether to live or not to live based on just one dish!

Besides, what about the biological ones, Ye Zhiguo treats him and the eldest sister so well, much better than the fools!

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

Ye Zhiguo, Shen Yanhong, and Ye Lan's faces stiffened. Ye Qingqing's heart was beating very fast. Ye Hua, the bastard, reminded her.

Eating hobbies largely depend on genetic inheritance and environmental influences since childhood. Everyone in the family likes to eat stinky amaranth, but she doesn't like it.

What do you think...she looks like the extra one!

Shen Yanhong was the first to have a seizure. A chopstick hit Ye Hua's head, and she reprimanded, "Fuck you, you are not allowed to speak while eating."

Ye Hua cried out in pain, but Ye Zhiguo gave him a cold look. He was so frightened that he shivered and didn't dare to say a word.

He was right, why do you blame him?

Ye Zhiguo smiled and said, "Qingqing tastes like your mother. Your mother hates this dish the most, and she can't even smell it."

However, Ye Qingqing could see that his words were not sincere. The behavior of him and Shen Yanhong just now was too strange, but Ye Zhiguo's words could not be faulted. The taste can be inherited from father, mother, and even across generations.

You can't doubt Ye Zhiguo just because of a stinky dish.

But Ye Qingqing's vague unease in her heart never subsided, it was hidden deep in her heart.

She reluctantly smiled at Ye Zhiguo, but didn't say anything. The confusion on her face made Ye Zhiguo even more uneasy. It's only been three years, and she must not fall short.

He gritted his teeth and said to Shen Yanhong, "Don't burn amaranth sticks at home in the future."

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

Shen Yanhong felt sour in her heart, "I just made a jar, if I don't eat it, it's a waste."

Ye Hua also shouted in dissatisfaction, "Dad, I want to eat!"

Ye Zhiguo glared at him and shouted coldly, "The ones that have been done well are given to the neighbors, especially the Hu family. Give more."

Thinking of the Hu family, Ye Zhiguo's head got bigger again. Some time ago, he was worried for a few 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 never returned. Home, it is said that a crime was committed, and he was sent to the detention center.

Although he escaped a trouble, Mr. Hu would have to come back sooner or later, and it would be troublesome at that time. Ye Zhiguo thought about it during this time, and made a good relationship with Xu Yuetuan. If Mr. Hu came back, maybe Xu Yuetuan could still help him. talking.

Although Shen Yanhong was unwilling, she herself didn't like to eat stinky amaranth, so she didn't insist anymore, and now she has more important things to do.

"Then I'll deliver it to the Hu family in the afternoon. You can eat quickly and take a nap."

Shen Yanhong gave Ye Zhiguo a wink and told him to hurry up. Half a month has passed, and things haven't changed yet, and it seems that school is about to start.