The teacher's face was stiff, and he was quietly covering his stomach with his hands, wondering whether I was vomiting or not. This young disciple is still too unreliable.
Although he didn't say anything in the end, he refused to look at the plate again and sent the young disciple away hastily.
I was very confused in my heart, should I be a noble person as the disciple said, or should I pay attention to my appetite? The taste is really good.
There is a slight longing in the aftertaste.
But this thing is really not elegant.
When I touched my beard and resigned, I had never been so entangled. I didn't expect that I would be entangled over a plate of food.
Jiang Changle didn't know his husband's dilemma, so he was in a very good mood. You see, everyone likes the food.
Zhou Lan looked at Jiang Changle's proud virtue: "What are you doing?"
Jiang Changle: "I just think it's delicious. I think we can have it in our lunch."
So if the husband doesn’t like it and can’t eat it, this food will definitely not be served on the table.
You said how much thought went into this little thing just to eat it in one bite.
Zhou Lan didn't know that this child could think of tomorrow's lunch so far away: "You think far enough."
Jiang Changle said in an old-fashioned way: "If you don't have long-term worries, you will have immediate worries."
Then he gave Zhou Lan a flying look. You see, he easily solved the problem of tomorrow's lunch.
Zhou Lan could only say: "I learned pretty well."
I am more concerned about another question: "What's going on over there, sir?"
Jiang Changle: "My husband ate it and said it tasted pretty good. But when he heard what it was, he lost his expression and kicked me out."
Zhou Lanxin said he deserved it. How could you harm your husband like this?
If it weren't for the fact that you were still young, or if it weren't for the good relationship between your husband and my father-in-law, you might have been punished.
Jiang Changxi pinched Chang Le's face: "Why are you so naughty?"
Jiang Changle: "I just think it tastes good, and I want my husband to taste such a good taste."
Zhou Lan could only comfort himself. The gentleman was so open-minded that he would definitely not argue with his disciple. Then he comforted his brother-in-law: "Sir, you will understand what you mean." Otherwise, what could he say?
When the apricots are ripe and big, there are a few cherries on the tree, which are a little red and have a slightly sour taste.
The three of them only picked a small handful. Chang Le pocketed the cherries with his lapels, and Zhou Lan took them to the teacher as an apology. It was informal.
The old gentleman had a headache when he saw the two disciples. Did he pay so much attention to food and drink? Why did he always give away food?
Zhou Lan: "Sir, please blame the disciple. It's the disciple who didn't take Chang Le well."
Chang Le had his own insistence and made a mistake, but the truth didn't make sense: "Sir, I still think it tastes pretty good."
Well, this is not about teaching disciples, it is about raising children.
Mr. Digest: "Isn't the classwork too easy? You all have so much free time. When you go home, you will always be happy to write five big characters. Mingde will write an article."
Chang Le knows a lot of words and can memorize many things, but he can only write a few.
Zhou Lan's redundant article makes me feel painful just thinking about it. I'm also very confused about this. The gentleman's attack was too harsh.
Chang Le raised her little face in aggrieved manner and looked at Mr., wanting to say goodbye: "Sir."
Zhou Lan then shouted: "Master." After shouting, he regretted it and wanted to bite his own tongue. He was not a child like Chang Le and could not act coquettishly.
Mr. Da was merciless: "Well, I'll let you be the master of making trouble."
Okay, the two of them know it. From now on, don’t come over and disturb the master during get out of class time. The teacher thinks it’s noisy.
Zhou Lan put down the cherries with his brother-in-law and left, and then heard his husband say leisurely: "As I get older, I don't pay so much attention to style."
Chang Xi didn't understand what it meant, and neither did Zhou Lan.
Back in the inner courtyard, the three of them were in the hall. Chang Le was writing, Zhou Lan was holding back his article, and Jiang Changxi was flipping out his abacus.
Then Zhou Lan was very troubled: "What do you mean, sir?"
Chang Le then said: "Sir, what kind of demeanor do you have?" It can be seen that both of them are thinking about Mr.
Jiang Changxi felt that it was reasonable for her husband to be upset. She felt that she was the one taking care of the children: "Don't think about it, you will just have one more dish for lunch tomorrow."
Chang Le looked surprised: "Sir, he likes to eat."
Followed by: "But when did you say that? I won't be reprimanded by you again."
Zhou Lan suddenly realized that a celebrity would not eat these foods. This gentleman expressed his preferences very tactfully.
Zhou Lan: "If you let us guess what you are thinking, sir, I'm afraid I will have to continue writing articles tomorrow."
People who don't have this kind of delicate heart will not be able to guess what the gentleman is thinking.
Chang Le nodded, and he understood in his own way: "Teacher's principles can be adapted."
Zhou Lan felt that he could not talk anymore, as it would teach bad things to the children.
Jiang Changxi: "Teacher, I just don't want to let you down."
Chang Le: "The teacher also considers my mood? Then why does the teacher still let me write? Can't the teacher be more considerate?"
Jiang Changxi felt that he should teach Chang Le a lesson on the art of speaking. Does the teacher know that you have such high demands on him?
Zhou Lan quickly stopped his brother-in-law's excitement: "Okay, let's write it quickly, the teacher won't be able to think about it for a while."
In Zhuangzi, the husband and the gentleman were in dire straits over this little bit of food.
Outside Zhuangzi, this little roast chicken and duck is also making waves, and it can become famous in Baoding Prefecture.
Because there were two or three clan aunts in the village, most people were reluctant to eat them, so they gave the roast chicken and duck brought back by Zhuangzi as gifts.
Secondly, the shopkeeper gave the roast chicken and duck to the master chef, but the master chef didn't understand how to make these things.
Then there was Mr. Jiang San, who sent his daughter on a long journey with her belongings and a few close friends.
No, because this roast chicken tastes good, and people who have eaten it ask where it comes from.
When it comes to publicity, it may not be popular if you recommend it, but if you inquire about it privately, it will be like a myth.
The promotion speed is super fast.
Before the boss of the second room and Master Zhou could report this matter, someone from Zhuangzi came to visit.
There are some who come here to seek friendship through Mr. Jiang San's old friends, and there are also those who come here when they see business opportunities.
Zhou Lan was in class with his master, but the housekeeper was circling anxiously outside the classroom. He just didn't dare to go in and disturb the teacher's class.
The master glanced at the disciple and said, "Go."
I am also considerate of the fact that my disciple is young and has a little daughter-in-law in charge of the house, so she may not be able to make up her mind.
Shaking his head, Jiang San, a crazy girl, couldn't raise her well enough. If she didn't do anything, she would just eat some food.
Then I saw the disciple come in again not long after he left for the meeting.
The husband frowned and couldn't help but persuade: "You can go take care of the family affairs first."