Don’t Mess with Shennong

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Sure enough, it didn't take long for Su Wenting to come to deliver the meal, and he saw Wang Degui, who was eating a lot of oil, and his expression was a little playful.

"Wife, listen to my explanation. The son is too filial. I said I would n’t eat. He had to let me eat ... Come and sit down and taste the dishes that my son burned. Imitate you. I have the talent to cook. It must be okay. "

"..." Wang Ping'an was silent for three seconds in silence for "The God of Cookery".

Wang Degui said, he put down the tableware and chopped up, smiled, took the lunch box in his wife's hand, and gave her his place.

"Oh, is that true?" Su Wenting sat down and looked around.

Wang Tiantian stared at the pure and innocent eyes, raised her small hand, and replied: "Grandma, that's not the case. Grandpa snatched my meat! Don't let him eat, he still snatched!"

Wang Degui couldn't help crying: "Hey, you little guy, the dish made by Erbao, I am an old man, can't I still eat?"

"You didn't help, it's rubbing rice! I helped Uncle Erbao pick a lot of vegetables, you didn't pick them!" Wang Tiantian said proudly.

Wang Ping smiled, looking at his embarrassed and helpless father, the expression of gloating was obvious.

Su Wenting turned the subject, staring at Wang Pingping and said, "Erbao, it's not bad lately. Actually, you will be able to cook. In the future, you will also cook the food together."

Wang Ping'an couldn't laugh at all, it was a disaster for pond fish!

But I'm just a salted fish. Sometimes I can bask in the sun. Wouldn't it be dried salted fish every day?

Wang Wencai couldn't hold back anymore, a piece of bamboo rat meat was stuffed in his mouth, and he smiled and endured super hard work.

"Wencai, I heard that your train crashed again?" Su Wenting finally noticed him, so he asked kindly.

"..." Wang Wencai's smile stopped abruptly and coughed violently.

"Mom, eat vegetables, taste your son's craftsmanship. These are all learned from you, check to see if you have one-tenth of your skill?"

Wang Ping's desire to survive is very strong, hoping to coax his mother, lest she be in a bad mood, ridicule full open, the little monsters on the entire map will be restless.

Su Wenting nodded in satisfaction, ate a piece of bamboo rat meat from his son, chewed it twice, and his eyes shone slightly.

"Yes, this skill really has my skill ..." Then, she grabbed another piece and took two bites of rice by the way.

This bamboo rat weighs four or five pounds and weighs more than a chicken. With dried bamboo shoots and shiitake mushrooms, it burns a large pot, enough for several adults.

After eating too much meat, another portion of bracken stir-fried with chili shreds became a greasy delicacy. It was eaten first, and the plate soon came to an end.

"Grandma, I picked these bracken. Isn't it delicious? Wait for tomorrow, I will pick another basket to let you eat enough." Wang Tiantian was full, rubbing his belly to eat, showing off the attributes again.

"Thank you Tiantian, you are so capable. By the way, after the summer vacation, a kindergarten was opened in the town. You can go directly to the big class, would you like to go?"

"Okay, okay, I watched it on TV. The kindergarten is fun! There are many toys, many children, slides, and building blocks ... But I'm afraid my grandma won't let me go."

"Don't worry, I will persuade you."

"Thank you grandma, I'll go back and tell my mother first!" Wang Tiantian heard the news and suddenly couldn't sit still, rubbing his belly and ran away with difficulty.

"Remember to close the iron rail door." Wang Ping'an shouted behind.

"Relax ..." said the little figure, who had no trace in Taoyuan.

After Sweet Sweet left, everyone quickly finished the dishes on the table, as for the food brought by Su Wenting, they did not open at all.

Wang Degui said he would go to the construction site to take a look and slipped away quietly.

Su Wenting said he would go back to tidy up and go to school in the afternoon.

Wang Wencai belched, and just wanted to go out for a casual meal. By the way, he broadcasted live for a while, but was stopped by Wang Ping'an.

Let him rinse the pots and pans. After a meal, more work is needed to better promote digestion.

Wang Wen only believed, and if he didn't, he was afraid that he wouldn't have the opportunity to rub the rice next time.

Wang Pingping made a cup of tea, took a lounge chair, and sat under an old peach tree to cool off, blowing in the breeze, and drinking the little tea, not to mention how comfortable it was.

I was about to take out my mobile phone and learn a little social experience, but listened to the cry of the little boy from the orchard next door.

This is Lu Sheng, Wang Hongliang's son. He is in the third grade this year. He is in his early twenties. He is more adorable than his father.

When the child was about to be born, the family was preparing to send his mother to the town's hospital for delivery.

But he didn't reach the place, he was born on the road, so he was given such a commemorative name.

"Uncle Erbao, is Mr. Su still here with you? My dad asked me to come to her and help me with the composition. The teacher will make corrections this afternoon, so I'm in a hurry."

"Mr. Su is away and has gone to work at school." Wang Pingan replied lazily.

"Then ... then can you help me tutor the composition?" Lu Sheng asked unsurely.

"I graduated from elementary school. Are you sure you want me to tutor?" Wang Ping'an was happy. He felt that the child had too little social experience, and he still needed to hone.

"..." Lu Sheng hesitated, and wouldn't beg him if he had no choice.

At this moment, Wang Wencai washed the pots and pans, stood at the door of the kitchen and shouted: "Take it here, I will help you with tutoring, graduation from university, quality assurance."

"Who are you?" Lu Sheng asked with an alert look.

"..." Wang Wencai was worried.

Because his family lived in a remote place, he usually came out very little, and many children did not know him.

"Lu Sheng, you can rest assured, this is your uncle Wencai, graduated from university, very powerful." Wang Ping helped him endorse.

"Oh, okay." Lu Sheng looked awkward.

Not long after, Lu Sheng walked around from the gap in which he built the house, still holding three or four big mangoes in his hand.

Today's children are super polite, looking for people to do things, and never empty-handed.

Wang Ping's beautifully took the mango, and for some reason, suddenly looked at Wang Wencai, and Wang Wencai was at a loss, wondering what he was doing.

Do you envy your graduation?

Oh, there is no way, this is something that envy will not come!

Born to be so clever, he is never afraid of exams or teachers' assignments.

You see, now that you have graduated from college, when you come back, some children in the village come to find your own homework.

The composition topic arranged by Mr. Lu Sheng is called "My Ideal", and requires no less than three hundred words. Others are not limited.

Wang Wencai saw this topic with a complex expression and was silent for a long time.

It was not until Lu Sheng urged that even Wang Ping, the onlooker of the party, could not help but he began to explain, and even helped write a paragraph.

Lu Sheng nodded frequently, and looked excited, feeling that today's homework is promising.

Wang Ping heard a yawn, and returned to the recliner, thinking about life and savoring life.