Chapter four hundred and fiftieth seventh heart is rare
The gentleman looked at the female disciple blankly, but he had received nothing: "What did you give me? Don't talk nonsense."
Jiang Chang was very happy: "Look at the joke. The joke of your two disciples is that they stayed up in the middle of the night and stared at the chicken coop to catch weasels. Isn't it good to watch?"
After being speechless for a long time, I have to say that it is still very beautiful. Then I lifted my neck and looked at the two disciples who were fooling around, and I couldn't help but laugh.
But I can't admit it in front of the female disciple: "It's boring and rude."
Jiang Changxi: "Sir, your disciple wants to make a pen for you with his own hands. He will do it himself from the preparation of raw materials."
The husband turned his head and looked over there. That was why he was tossing the chicken and the weasel in the middle of the night. It was so ridiculous. Suddenly he felt that this scene was not so difficult to watch.
They looked at the female disciple with a straight face. The two male disciples had good intentions, but the female disciple was laughing behind her back and said, "What do you think you are doing?"
Jiang Changxi: "Just tell me whether you are happy to see this."
The husband turned around and left, so the female disciple regarded it as a joke, but she still said: "You are opportunistic and you will pass."
Jiang Changxi is very good at it. You see, Mr. Jiang is still easy to please.
However, the six dishes and one soup must not be taken away. Fortunately, Chang Le has a long appetite, and they can eat them all if they add two more dishes without wasting it.
Of course, the main thing is to have income in hand, money in the bank, and the ability to eat six dishes.
Zhou Lan and Chang Le were looking at the chicken coop eagerly. They couldn't wait for Wong Tai Sin to come, so they asked Dali to kill a chicken and trap the weasel, which finally made some achievements.
In the middle of the night, he heard loud noises in the kitchen, and the sound of pots and pans. After a long time, Zhou Lan returned to the house with a head full of chicken feathers.
Foolishly grabbing a handful of hair, he excitedly said to Jiang Changxi: "I found it, I found it."
Jiang Changxi held her nose and took a few steps back. She was disgusted and asked Zhou Lan, "Where's the weasel?"
Zhou Lan replied stupidly: "Let it go."
Jiang Changxi fell on his back. How do you feel about a weasel during the Chinese New Year? You only grabbed a handful of tail hair and played with it after catching it for a long time.
Jiang Changxi looked at the handful of hair with disgust: "It's so precious, put it away, wash up quickly and rest, wash it for a while longer."
The husband first heard a flurry of excitement, and then watched the little disciple with a head full of chicken feathers go back to the house.
It’s also dumbfounding. With this image, you who know it are catching weasels, and those who don’t know are catching chickens.
Not to mention whether this project can be completed or not, I really accepted the offer. With the recent news, the kitchen is probably almost destroyed. The cost of this project is really high.
Of course, it mainly depends on the disciples’ thoughts, which are the most important. So the Master personally took the little disciples to wash themselves.
Jiang Changle was shy: "Sir, sir, this disciple has grown up and can wash himself."
The teacher didn't care about the little disciple's thoughts. After experiencing the joy of raising a child, he washed the chicken feathers off Chang Le's head before tucking the disciple back into bed: "You are not allowed to mess around with your brother-in-law in the future."
Chang Le was quite secretive and didn't say why he was doing this: "Sir, the disciple is doing serious things, and it must be someone else who is doing this nonsense."
The husband was also cooperative and complained to the young disciple: "You have made me make trouble, sir, and I have grown two years older in one year."
How did he grow up like this? Chang Le hopes that he can also become a master of this discipline: "Why, how do you do it? Sir, don't try to trick people, it's impossible."
Husband: "Today is as lively as the Chinese New Year. Isn't it going to be another one the day after tomorrow? Isn't it two years old?"
Chang Lexin said that was the case, and said that you can't really grow two years in one year, and immediately coaxed people with a sweet mouth: "I hope that sir, you will be as happy as if you are celebrating the New Year every day."
Sir, how can you tell this little disciple? Only children feel happy during the New Year. At your age, the New Year is accompanied by many worries.
Forget it, he looked at the young disciple who was in a good mood: "Well, sir, I received it. You are indeed very happy to see you."
The young disciple who stared at the weasel for most of the night fell asleep in an instant, but he made a lot of noise in the middle of the night, killing chickens and catching weasels. Chang Le, a participant, didn't feel anything at the time, but he was frightened afterwards and kept talking nonsense in the middle of the night.
The husband transformed into a father and stayed with his little disciple for most of the night. The circles in his eyes were boiling, so this gift from the disciple was really annoying.
This gift was given to my husband because he was so upset that he didn’t want to celebrate the New Year.
When she was celebrating the New Year, she looked up and saw that her husband was so haggard. Jiang Changxi asked: "Do you really not like this gift?"
The husband rubbed his forehead: "No, the follow-up of this gift is too troublesome."
He talked about Chang Le's situation at night, and then asked the love doctor to come over and make Chang Le a bowl of anti-shock soup.
The husband looked at his steady eldest disciple and sincerely persuaded him: "You should focus on studying. Just leave such troublesome matters to your wife."
Forgive me, sir. I'm too old to deal with this.
Jiang Changxi was lying innocently. It seemed as if she was the one who could toss things the most. How could she be so tormented? The matter of Mr. being partial was confirmed.
But looking at Chang Le, he was very lively and didn't look scared at all. He was dragging Zhou Lan to make brushes, so he didn't look scared at all.
The master looked at the young disciple, twitched the corner of his mouth, rolled up his sleeves and left. After that, he was tormented by the master and he was alone.
Fortunately, the eldest disciple and the younger disciple just got the weasel hair. They still have many things to be busy with. They don’t pay much attention to sir.
It wasn't until the three of us sat down together to have a dinner of six dishes and one soup that the Master saw a few disciples and the writing brush held by the eldest disciple.
Without even looking at it, my husband decided how precious this pen was. After all, he had stayed up all night.
Chang Le looked at her husband happily, waiting for his praise: "Sir, do you like it?"
The teacher thought of the little disciple who had a head full of chicken feathers on his head because of this pen, and how he was so frightened that he talked nonsense in the middle of the night. He said sincerely: "I like it very much."
Chang Le immediately expressed his position: "Sir, my disciple will do more in the future."
The teacher's touch disappeared instantly: "No, professional things should be left to professionals. You are so good at studying. I am happier than anything else."
This one has more commemorative significance. It is not as interesting as watching the disciples catch weasels in the middle of the night. In terms of production, there are more flaws.
Chang Le also enthusiastically suggested: "Sir, let's use it to write Spring Festival couplets."
The gentleman twitched the corner of his mouth and couldn't write so casually for outsiders to see: "How can such a precious gift be taken out and used so easily? You can write couplets, but this piece must not be touched. Sir, he cherishes it very much."
So in the past, the gentleman who was unwilling to scribble on big red paper was now willing to write couplets. Who would have thought.