Little Baozi looked at them devouring their food and tilted his head to ask.
“Yum! So delicious!”
“It’s much more delicious than my stewed duck!”
"I don't have goose meat at home, but it turns out that goose meat is so delicious! Let my mother buy it next time!"
“I have goose stew at home, but it’s not as delicious as this!”
Seeing the village children eating their food with satisfaction, Little Baozi smiled and narrowed his eyes: "I'm just saying it's delicious! There's something better than this, I'll get it for you!"
Little Baozi jumped up to Xiao Wu to watch him eat some suckling pork.
"Uncle Wu, I want more barbecue and I want to treat you."
"good."
"Xiao Yu, why are you so nice to them?" Zhuang Zhuang didn't understand, "Have you forgotten? The tallest little bastard bullied Brother Yi before."
Zhuang Zhuang was talking about the year Zhuang Yi first came here. Because of his short stature, he was always bullied by some big naughty guys in the back row of the class.
Zhuang Yi blinked: "... Naughty is naughty, but it's not like bullying me."
"How come they didn't bully you?" Zhuang Zhuang jumped up, "If I hadn't protected you, you would have been bullied by them and you would have cried, I tell you!"
Zhuang Yi: "..."
Little Baozi stood between the two of them and acted as peacemaker: "Don't make any noise!" Then he frowned, looked at Zhuang Zhuang and said, "Brother Zhuang Zhuang, didn't you say you wanted to find a few people to form a football team to kill everyone? I'm looking for you.
Now that I’m here, you’re holding me back again.”
Zhuang Zhuang: "Is this why you treat them to meat?"
"Half and half!"
Mom said you shouldn’t be stingy, and if you want to make more friends, you have to share the blessings.
Only half of it, Zhuangzhuang was also happy: "Xiaoyu, you are so smart! Well, if we become buddies in the same team, then I won't care about the past!"
Zhuang Yi: "..."
I was so angry just now that I started to call myself brothers when I heard that we were going to form a football team. The value of my existence is not as good as a few pieces of meat!
Soon, Zhuangzhuang got to know each other well with that group of "evil-mouthed" children. If it hadn't been dark, he would have wanted to go to the stadium and play a game right now.
Zhuang Zhuang, who had agreed on the team members, ran back happily and said: "Xiaoyi, there are enough people in the team, and the more people can be substitutes. From now on, we can play the whole game seriously! I'll get the drinks, and we'll have some meat together later.
, let’s celebrate like adults... Wow! These are all your slices? They’re thinner than Uncle Wu’s slices, can I take some?"
Zhuang Yi glanced at him lightly: "No."
Zhuangzhuang: "..." When did Xiaoyi become so stingy?
The children played and played to their heart's content, and when they were tired, they gathered around the campfire to eat barbecue, drink juice, and chatter away, even the TV programs were forgotten.
After setting off the firecrackers, the adults set off some fireworks for the children. Seeing that their attention was attracted by the barbecue, they stopped setting off the fireworks. They washed their hands and sat by the bonfire to warm up for a while.
"It seems that Zhuangzhuang really likes playing football!"
Seeing the children talking about football as seriously as adults, Xu Suizhu smiled and said to Wu Meili, "Sister-in-law, you always say that Zhuang Zhuang's grades are poor. I think he is very good at playing football, but if he really can't do it, he will take a professional path in the future."
Don’t worry too much.”
Wu Meili worried: "What's the use of just knowing how to play football? You can't make a living playing football!"
"Eh? Why can't football be used as food? On the contrary, if you play well, you can earn more than the rest of us!" Professor Fan, who has studied abroad for many years and pursues freedom and unrestrained in his heart, does not agree with the view of merit-based theory.
"Really?" Wu Meili couldn't believe it.
"Of course it's true, but the prerequisite is to play well. Just having a hobby is not enough. If you really want to cultivate Zhuangzhuang, now is the best age. If you don't wait until the new year starts, I will introduce a major in this area.
Does anyone know you?"
Professor Fan remembered that one of his old classmates was playing for the national team. Although he did not have as much say as the head coach, his original intention in selecting young talents was the same. It would be better to wait until he saw it.
Wu Meili thought about her son's disastrous grades and agreed.
"Let's go! Let's go cook the pot in the tent."
"Yes, I'm a little tired after eating too much barbecue. Let's boil some seafood and vegetables, and squeeze a pot of hot juice!"
The third generation juicer already has a hot pressing function.
"Are the old men playing mahjong again?" Mrs. Lin twitched her lips when she heard the sound of cards being pushed and shuffled. "After living in Kyoto for so many years, we always drink tea, play chess, and compete with each other to see who has the most birds.
The bird is very smart. I have only lived here for a few years and my hobbies have changed..."
Mrs. Lu couldn't help but be happy: "It's good to change to someone more down-to-earth."
Speaking of "down-to-earth", the two of them thought of the way old men dressed up when they went to Fuju Island to escape the summer heat, with fisherman hats, old men's shirts and flowery pants. That was the real down-to-earth feeling. What's the point of playing mahjong? They were happy.
Just fine!
The old men who were playing mahjong in the big tent sneezed a few times for no apparent reason.
Mr. Fu opened the curtain and asked worriedly: "Grandpa, don't you all have a cold? Why don't you move to the house and play mahjong? It's so comfortable to play mahjong in the house, won't it get cold here?"
The door of your home is just a few steps away. If you want to play mahjong, it would be so comfortable to go inside - pure solid beech wood floor, warm velvet plush carpet, a mahogany square table with drawers specially made for mahjong, and a seat cover
Wearing hand-sewn sponge chair cushions, the low table next to the chair is filled with various snacks and soothing tea. When you look up, you can see the Spring Festival Gala broadcast live on the large color TV.
I didn't choose such a warm and comfortable environment, but preferred to squeeze into a cramped tent with a narrow thin square table that was shaky when I was shuffling the cards, and the chairs were not as comfortable as the mahogany carved back chairs in the room.
"Where's the cold?"
Mr. Fu played a card and glanced sideways at his grandson, "This is called recalling the glorious past, do you understand? You spend all your time thinking about doing business. You smell like copper and have no culture at all!"
Mr. Fu innocently looked at his poisonous little old man, and then at the other old men, and wanted to retort: Without the smell of copper, how can you guys play mahjong and eat barbecue here leisurely?
Mr. Fu couldn't understand his grandson's eyes, so he laughed and kicked him: "Get out! Don't be an eyesore here! If you have some free time, go with your wife. She's going to give birth in a few days, right? You all have to be a father."
Sorry, there is no discernible value at all!”
It is really more unfair than Dou E.
Mr. Fu rolled back to the tent where his wife was, and gently hugged her for comfort.
He was one month old and his belly was a bit scary, so he didn't dare to exert too much force.
Lin Yujuan, however, was peeling the paper-skinned walnuts as easily as usual. She couldn't tell that her due date was coming in a few days.
She and Xu Suizhu were chatting animatedly, and they had no time to talk to him. She pushed his hand away and said, "Hey, go talk to Brother Xiao! I didn't realize this is a country of girls. Why are you, a big man, coming in here?"