Ms. Lin can only look at the shape and quality of strawberries for half a minute. If such a person relied on picking for a living, they would probably starve to death.
Tian Ye saw that the three children were about to go to the greenhouse, so he brought a basket of strawberries and handed them to the three children: "Eat it, it has been washed." The greenhouse cannot withstand a second disaster, and the three children are stronger than Ms. Lin.
There is nowhere to go. If Ms. Lin is causing trouble, the three children will be locusts crossing the border and causing trouble together.
When Chang Bao went to Tianyang, he saw the basket full of strawberries and said in unison to the field: "Thank you, Mom, you are so kind." This is how much they eat.
This basket of random food makes Changbao's mouth water. Hehe, his mother understands them.
Ms. Lin looked at the basket in Tian Tian’s hand: “When did you pick it?”
A glance at Ms. Lin in Tianye will show you that I don’t have to do anything: “I’ll help you clean up the greenhouse.”
Ms. Lin was very confused: "Why don't I see so many good-quality strawberries?"
Tian Tian said without any guilt: "You pick strawberries without even bending your waist. How many can you see?"
Although this is a bit exaggerated, it is not nonsense. Ms. Lin is very elegant even when she squats down. Just ask, what can such a person pick? Don’t say you haven’t seen it.
If you see it, you may not be able to take it off, right?
When Ms. Lin thought about picking strawberries, she seemed to have never seen those strawberries. She just thought it was because she saw them from a different angle: "My strawberries are all the best, and they look very good. You don't understand."
Tian Tianxin said, no matter how good-looking it is, it must taste good and enough to eat. With this thought, it is not easy to live well to this day.
It was good to have enough food in the past few years. I don’t know how someone like Ms. Lin got here. She should be included in the protection list.
While Changshun was eating strawberries, he glanced at the Phalaenopsis on the coffee table. This thing looked familiar, as if it had been repotted.
If you pick this flower and put it in a vase, how many days will it last? I wonder if grandpa knows about it. It's not like her mother's style.
Ms. Lin looked at Changshun looking over there, raised the corners of her lips, and said proudly: "Isn't this flower arrangement very beautiful? Isn't it very good-looking? Changshun in our family has this aesthetic. They all have it."
I haven’t looked over yet.”
The aesthetics are really good and the things are very beautiful, but I still don’t know why the things in the flower pots have to be cut off.
This thing is placed in a vase, but it is not placed in a flowerpot with water spirits: "Do grandma and grandpa like this?"
Ms. Lin said without any guilt: "It's just because your grandpa liked it so much that grandma helped pick it in."
Changshun heard it, and the words seemed to have some meaning. He couldn't help but twitch the corner of his mouth, and found a perfectly sound sentence to say: "Grandma, you are really discerning. This must be Grandpa's favorite pot." There's nothing wrong with it.
At least I didn't lie, and it didn't count as against my will.
Ms. Lin was overjoyed by her little grandson's thoughtfulness. The same words were not so pleasant for Ye Ye to say, but her grandson was still considerate. There was nothing wrong with what she said: "Our parents have a good sense. It must be your grandpa's favorite."
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Changshun made Ms. Lin happy, looked at the flower arrangement on the coffee table again, couldn't help but look at the study door, and sighed inwardly. It's okay if grandma likes it. Grandpa, hey, I guess she is willing to spoil grandma.
Yes, I’m just afraid that I’ll be aggrieved.
Changshun has seen Mr. Lin serving this pot of orchids in the greenhouse more than once. The look in his eyes when he stared at this pot of orchids was slightly worse than when he looked at grandma. Grandpa Lin himself said that this is his little lover.
Tian Tian saw that their parents went to Ms. Lin's strawberry picking basket and put a dozen strawberries in it, carrying it away. They had just come back not long ago. What were they going to do? Although there were several little girls passing by outside their door, they couldn't.
I haven’t heard of which one my son likes.
This thing is precious in this season. If you are giving it as a gift, a dozen of them are really enough, and the food is just fresh.
And this kind of thing really doesn’t exist except for the field house. No one is so generous in setting up a heating room at home.
On the other side of the field, I grabbed my son, curious and concerned, and asked, "What are you doing?"
Changshun carried the strawberries and said sadly: "I went to Song Dabao's house. Uncle Song's house has a pot of Phalaenopsis. I heard that the ones that bloomed in previous years were also very beautiful. I brought them back for grandpa. Although they are not as beautiful as the ones at our house.
But it’s about to open.”
Tian Ye felt that his son was a warm man, how could he be so considerate? Of course, that was for his own family, and he probably wouldn't think so if his beloved Song Dabao's father was being remembered. This was probably not good.
It's done.
Tian Ye and his son said carefully: "That's my favorite. I heard that Dabao's father is very precious, so he often shows off to your grandfather."
Changshun looked at the cut branch on the coffee table, and thought about how he saw his grandfather playing with the flower pots every day these mornings: "It's okay, I also have a set of comic books, and Song Dabao likes them." That's all.
I can increase my stakes. I am bound to win.
Can Tianye say that if he keeps it in his own space for a few days, he can compensate Mr. Lin for a pot?
Looking at my son's appearance, I remembered a saying: Don't be afraid of thieves stealing, just be afraid of thieves missing you. The son's heart is really rare.
It can be seen that the child likes this grandpa and has the status of this grandpa in his heart, otherwise he would be able to notice other people's preferences.
As a mother, you can only support your son in what he wants to do, not to mention that what his son does is so heart-warming.
Tian Ye went to the house and took out a jar of honey and put it in the strawberry basket for his son: "I'll give this honey to you, Aunt Song. If it's a good time and Uncle Song is not at home, I might be able to replace the pot of Phalaenopsis."
.I heard that your Uncle Song likes those flowers as much as your grandfather does."
The two mothers are planning to use opportunism and time lag to win back the favor of others.
Tian Ye and Chang Shun looked at each other, and there was no need to say this bad move. Chang Shun would have understood it without Tian Ye's detailed insights. Both mothers have online IQs, and their brain circuits are similar.
If Song Dabao's father were at home, he probably wouldn't be willing to give his best wishes to others. So this is not impossible, but it requires skill.
Tian Ye also wants to tell his son that this thing is not the pot that he has taken good care of. In fact, he doesn’t like it that much. There is really no need to go through such trouble. The biggest reason why your grandfather likes this pot of Phalaenopsis is because of this flower. It was planted by Mr. Lin.
I took care of myself.
Seeing his son's expression and his heart, Tian Ye took out a jar of honey. Mr. Lin didn't like it, so he kept it for himself.