Surgery Godfather

Chapter 2243: Chapter 1460: Cooking a Dish

As Yang Ping just reached the Institute’s entrance, his nose was caught by a rich aroma, a barbecue scent, with cumin, chili flakes, and the roasted fragrance of oils bursting at high temperature.

"Professor!" Manstein and Weber appeared with sizzling, oily lamb skewers in their hands, cumin still on their lips.

Manstein said, "It’s a newly opened lamb barbecue shop, authentic Xinjiang folks, the lamb is airlifted from Altai..."

Weber mumbled, "Research is a marathon, not a sprint. Supplementing protein is for better marathon running. Want to have a few skewers?"

Yang Ping didn’t have a chance to speak as his phone rang. Xiao Su’s message: "Groceries bought, come back quick!"

He glanced at the lamb skewers in their hands. He used to have a strong interest in these things, his mouth watering at the sight. Now, it felt just so-so, had his appetite changed?

"Try a few?" Weber opened the bag.

Yang Ping shook his head: "You eat! You eat."

Actually not eating lamb skewers? Manstein and Weber looked at Yang Ping’s back in disbelief.

When he got home, it was three minutes to five-thirty.

Yang Ping opened the door, the clatter of a spatula sounded from the kitchen, accompanied by Xiao Su’s soft humming.

"Dad!"

Dabao sprang from behind the sofa, accurately hugging his thigh, looking up with a face smudged with chocolate sauce, eyes shining like two black grapes.

"Why didn’t you pick me up from grandma’s house? Don’t you want me anymore?" Dabao’s accusation was powerful.

Yang Ping squatted down, wiped the chocolate off his face, "Who said Dad doesn’t want his baby? Dad’s been busy recently, so couldn’t pick up Dabao. You see, the moment I heard Dabao was back, didn’t I come home right away after work?"

"That’s more like it!" Dabao nodded in satisfaction.

Xiao Su walked out with a dish from the kitchen, seeing Yang Ping, "You’re back. If you didn’t come back soon, Dabao said he would go to the Institute to find you."

"Haha, this little guy." Yang Ping changed shoes, walking towards the kitchen.

On the stove, red-braised ribs were bubbling in the pot, thick with sauce aroma, the fragrance of star anise and cinnamon perfectly infusing every fiber. Next to it was a bowl of tomato and egg soup, golden and bright red intertwined, looking appetizing.

Dabao had already climbed onto a chair, tiptoeing to look at the dishes on the table: "Mom, what are we eating today?"

"Red-braised ribs, garlic broccoli, tomato egg soup, all your favorites." Xiao Su set the dishes on the table, "Go wash your hands."

"Okay!" Dabao’s eyes lit up, sliding off the chair, joyfully running to the bathroom.

Xiao Su served two bowls of rice on the table. Yang Ping sat down, picked up a rib, the meat tender and rich in sauce, familiar in taste.

"Tomorrow is Saturday," Xiao Su said, "Dabao’s kindergarten has a parent-child event, are you going?"

Yang Ping’s motion of sipping soup paused. He recalled tomorrow morning’s schedule: Manstein’s discussion on unknown factors, Weber’s temperature exposure thesis finalization, and Professor Green’s video meeting... all coinciding with the parent-child event.

But let them handle those, accompanying Dabao is more important.

"... What time?"

"Ten in the morning, botanical garden, collecting leaves to make specimens."

"Alright!"

Xiao Su glanced at him, "You’re free tomorrow? I told Dabao, Dad’s a superhero saving the world, and superheroes are generally very busy."

"I’m not a superhero."

"You are!" Dabao rushed back from the bathroom, water droplets still on his face, "The teacher said doctors are angels in white, Dad is a doctor, so Dad is an angel!"

Yang Ping was stunned for a moment, then laughed.

"Then tomorrow," he ruffled Dabao’s hair, "The superhero will take you to collect leaves."

"Yay!" Dabao climbed onto the chair, grabbing chopsticks, "Then I’m eating three bowls of rice today! Collecting leaves requires energy!"

"Finish this bowl first." Xiao Su added vegetables to his bowl, "Don’t eat just meat."

"But ribs are delicious..."

"Ribs to eat, vegetables too." Yang Ping said, "Balanced nutrition can make you grow tall and strong."

"Did you eat vegetables when you were little, Dad?"

"Yes!"

"Then I’ll eat them too, I want to be a superhero too."

"Alright, eat fast!" Xiao Su laughed.

Outside the window, the setting sun dyed the sky honey-colored, light streaming through the glass onto the dining table, casting a warm golden layer on the three faces. Yang Ping suddenly felt that the happiest moments in life might be right now: red-braised ribs cooked by his wife on the table, son across enjoying it greasy-faced, while outside, the sky is just right.

Saturday morning, Yang Ping was awoken by a rustling sound.

He opened his eyes, finding Dabao lying on his chest, holding a watercolor pen, doodling on his pajamas. Looking down, a crooked Ultraman, with "Dad Super" written beside it.

"...What are you doing?"

"Drawing a battle suit for you!" Dabao said proudly, "Ultraman has a battle suit, superheroes need one too!"

Yang Ping looked at the rough blue Ultraman on his pajamas, suddenly feeling this three-hundred-yuan cotton pajamas skyrocketed in value to a priceless treasure. He sat up, lifting Dabao over his head, spinning in the air, making the little one giggle.

When they arrived at the botanical garden, the entrance was already packed with cars, mostly parents bringing their children. The driver finally found a parking spot; as soon as they settled in, Dabao unbuckled the car seat, charging towards the entrance like a launched cannonball.

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