"Not yet." Qin Lianying said. When she saw Meng Tinghuai's appearance, she immediately understood and asked with a smile, "Does Ah Huai want to learn how to make dumplings?"
Meng Tinghuai nodded stiffly: "Yes."
——Ah Huai is here!
——Ah Huai is planning to learn from grandma’s cooking skills so that he can capture Boss Yan’s stomach?
——So serious.
——This kid has learned a lot from grandma recently. He is really scheming.
——Don’t mention it, the package is really decent, Boss Yan will definitely be satisfied.
——Ah Huai, this kid, has been eager to learn since he was a child, and he can also please his boss.
——The above, I remember you didn’t say that before.
——Human thought is always progressing, and cognition at each stage will change due to experience. For example, when you were young and ignorant, you thought shit was fun, but when you grow up, you will understand that shit is dirty.
——I’ll go! Brother, that’s not the example, right?
——But it’s very vivid, isn’t it? Impressive.
——Swipe it up, don’t let Grandma Qin and Ah Huai see it.
Meng Tinghuai can still make dumplings, but not as beautifully as Qin Lianying.
Since living together, he has learned the same thing from time to time, and has already learned a lot of Qin Lianying's specialties.
Qin Lianying praised him for his talent in cooking. He could still be a food anchor one day when he couldn't play games any more.
Qin Lianying said it casually, but she didn't know that Meng Tinghuai had thought about it seriously and thought it was feasible.
At eleven o'clock at noon, Meng Tinghuai cooked two bowls of dumplings and put them in the insulated lunch box: "Grandma, I'm going over first."
"Go, be careful on the road." Qin Lianying waved with a smile. She was happy to see the young people loving each other, understanding and respecting each other.
——Tsk tsk tsk!
——For a moment, I don’t know whether I should envy Ah Huai or Boss Yan.
——Anyway, it’s still very harmful to me, a single person.
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When she had some free time, Qian Yan thought of the three Ye Defu and the house in the small county town. She directly entrusted an agent to sell the house.
Not long after the order was given, she received a call from the agent: "Ms. Ye, Ye Defu and a few scoundrels are rolling around at the door of the house, unwilling to leave. They also said that if the house is sold, they will jump off the building."
"Okay, I will arrange it."
The phone was hung up and Qian Yan contacted Bao Chongliang.
Bao Chongliang didn't expect that he could still cooperate with this boss. When he heard about Qian Yan's matter, he patted his chest and said that it would be dealt with soon.
Qian Yan didn't ask how Bao Chongliang dealt with it, but the result was good, but within a week, the house had been sold.
Naturally, Ye Defu and the others were not willing to give in, so they asked someone to help them write a short essay condemning Qian Yan.
Things just got big, and Qian Yan hadn’t had time to pay attention to it. The agency who helped sell the house posted a news on the official blog: Ms. @叶千yan has entrusted us to donate the funds from the sale of the house in the small county. Here is the donation certificate
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Netizens who had been waiting to eat melon were not surprised at all when they saw this news.
Except for a few people who said Qian Yan was cruel, most netizens felt that Ye Defu deserved what he deserved.
In the days that followed, Ye Defu and his friends often made some things happen, but netizens took it as a joke.
They discovered something. As long as these people caused trouble once, Ms. Ye would donate a sum of money.
She donates money every year and does various charities, just like a child who spreads money around. However, as soon as the three of them show up, she will donate more frequently.
Maybe she donated too much, and the handful of people who once scolded her gradually lost their voices.