Extra F: Pharaoh Lao Wu continues to break his head
In the coldest month of winter, the house is warm and cozy, but outside the house is covered with frost and fallen leaves.
Lao Wang entered the room holding a thermos cup, and then he relaxed completely——
"It's so cold today!"
Now that it's winter, Mathematician Chen is no longer tending to the flowers and grass. Recently, he is addicted to the TV cooking competition and suddenly fell in love with cooking.
The new skill I have learned now is how to use a rice cooker to make cakes - maybe due to my limited talent, I have failed three times so far.
Of course, this may also be related to her unwillingness to purchase new equipment - in short, Mathematician Chen is still very smart and has great potential in cooking. The reason why she was unsuccessful before was all due to the influence of external objects.
It has nothing to do with her own strength.
As soon as Lao Wang took off his big cotton-padded jacket and hung it on the hanger, he turned around and saw Mathematician Chen coming out of the kitchen holding a big porcelain bowl. At that time, he was so excited!
Just when he was organizing his words to make excuses, he heard his cell phone ringing, so he quickly answered:
"Hello, I'm from the postal service. You have an express package and I've dropped it off at the delivery point at school!"
Lao Wang was overjoyed: "Okay, okay, I'll get it right now!"
After saying that, he went to put on his coat again - he would rather be outside in the wind and cold than help Mathematician Chen make cakes.
"Hey, wait a minute!"
However, mathematician Chen looked outside the window and shouted:
"Little Fatty, go to Qiantou School and bring back a courier from your Grandpa Wang. It's from the postal service!"
The chubby little boy, who is taller and heavier, no longer sniffs his nose. He is already a mature second grader in elementary school.
Nowadays, he no longer indulges in card-collecting four-wheel drive vehicles and water guns, and the whole child looks quite mature——
"Okay, Grandma Chen, I'll help you take out the express delivery. Can you let me play on the computer for half an hour later? My grandfather is very careful about the one at home and won't let me touch it!"
The mature second grader is now obsessed with "Red Alert". The time he looks forward to most every day is half an hour of game time after finishing his homework.
It's a pity that I accidentally cleared the memory last time and lost Lao Wu's word document...
In short, Lao Wu’s 2,000 words of hard work were gone, and he also lost a week of rest.
What's wrong with this?
Lao Wang’s pen name will never be dealt with in this life, so Mathematician Chen immediately agreed:
"Okay, half an hour!"
Seeing the child running away, she turned back to face Lao Wang who looked regretful, and handed out the big porcelain bowl and chopsticks in her hand:
"Hurry up and get rid of my egg whites!"
At the same time, he also reminded: "You have to do it better! You didn't do it well the previous times because you didn't do it well."
Lao Wang looked at the clear egg whites in the bowl, and then at the simple chopsticks in his hands. At this moment, his arms were trembling with some familiarity.
…
What I brought over was a document.
It's a pity that Lao Wang was obsessed with beating egg whites and didn't dare to take a look at it secretly at this moment. Knowing that another pot of cake failed, Xiaopang also finished playing the game and left early. Lao Wang drank a cup of tea to wash away the sticky cake taste in his mouth.
Then the express package was dismantled.
Inside is a beautiful invitation letter.
[Hello dear writer "Mathematics Mistaken Me".
The new year is coming. In order to thank you for the honors you have achieved for the website this year, Dreamweaver Literature will hold its annual meeting on December 28, 2007 at the Imperial Capital Yunxiao Building.
Here, I only represent Dreamweaver Literature and invite you to come...]
Attached below are detailed addresses, contact numbers, etc.
For a moment, Lao Wang's heart was in the clouds and his fingers were trembling. He couldn't tell whether it was because he beat the egg whites too hard or because he was too excited.
Although the editor-in-chief had notified him online a few days ago that he would be invited to attend the annual meeting and asked if he had time...how could the vague words on the Internet be worth such a serious invitation?
This is the website’s first annual meeting!
Lao Wang took a deep breath, the 28th? Isn’t that right away?
go.
Definitely have to go.
His copyright sales this year have been good, and he will be ahead of Lao Wu at the annual meeting, and he will also be able to give a speech before him...
Hahahahaha.
Just thinking about it makes me feel comfortable all over.
He is a shameless person. He had a conflict with his wife before, and even tried to bring the fight to my old Wang's house——
Ah!
Am I, Mr. Wang, the kind of shallow person who takes a pen name and doesn’t care about his wife?
Deserve it.
Is it your own fault?
Thinking of this, the corners of his eyes and eyebrows twitched, and he seemed to be 10 years younger.
I turned around and thought of something, but I was too busy to call my wife:
"Old Chen, come on, come on, come on, find that suit from last year and let me see if it still fits you?"
…
at the same time.
Old Wu's family.
After dinner, Lao Wu held a cup of tea and pretended to watch the news broadcast, while greeting his grandson:
"Little Fatty, look at the coffee table and see if there is one of my express packages. Take it apart and see what it is?"
Lao Wu is much more thoughtful than Lao Wang.
When the editor talked about the invitation letter, he saw that the courier was sent from the headquarters today, and he became energetic!
Pity.
I rarely found an excuse to call my son's family back, but this unfilial son knew how to look at whatever new smartphone came out in the living room and didn't care what was in the files.
Lao Wu has been holding back until now and is very patient.
Xiaopang calmly took the express package over: "Hey, I also got a package like this for Grandpa Wang today!"
Lao Wu's expression turned ugly: "Humph, that Lao Wang, what's the big deal about getting the express delivery first? I sold one more audio copyright than him this year!"
The story he tells about historical relics, with a touch of suspense and weirdness, is particularly suitable for radio broadcasts.
It is said that after the Lunar New Year, taxi drivers can listen to it while driving. There is also a special audio column online!
When my son was obsessed with "Temple Run" on his smartphone, he didn't even raise his head at the moment: "Dad, I read your novel, it's really interesting - ouch ouch! I was killed!"
You can't be distracted in this game. If you are distracted, the character will hit the big tree.
The little chubby boy raised his lips proudly beside him - his dad is just childish.
He is already an adult, but he still plays such a childish game. How different is he from playing "Red Alert"!
But it was obvious that Old Wu's mood was instantly soothed:
"That's for sure, your dad and I have also been studying this all our lives -"
Before he finished speaking, his son asked again:
"Bar, do you think your writing is better or Uncle Wang's? I saw a long comment pinned to the top of the comment section of his novel - judging by the tone of the words, it must have been written by you, Dad!"
Old Wu is so angry!
He glanced at his old wife who looked at him with a strange look. At this moment, his cheeks were red, and it took him a long time to mutter a word -
"You unfilial son! How old are you to still play games? Little Fatty learned this from you!"
son:……
This, this, this... isn't this the novel being discussed?
Xiaopang also cried out that he was wronged: "Impossible! My dad can't even pass the escape game - my proficiency in breaking bridges and occupying oil wells in the Arctic Circle is much higher than him!"
