Chapter 5919: Anxious
The angry Wang Hongquan still made Yang Huamei a little afraid, especially since he was making unreasonable troubles, and his momentum immediately weakened.
"Everyone comes to accuse me, making trouble, scolding, and roaring. I just want to find a good job for Dabai. What bad intentions do I have? Is it easy for me? ! Wuwuwu..."
Yang Huamei covered her face and cried into the kitchen.
Wang Hongquan was confused, but he still sensed something was wrong from Yang Huamei's condemnation.
"Shuanzi, what's going on?" He turned around and knelt down in front of Wang Shuanzi again and asked.
Wang Shuanzi smiled bitterly and told Yang Huazhong what he had said before.
"I said a few truthful words, and the third brother also looked at the problem from a fair standpoint. Maybe that's the case. Meier felt aggrieved after being said a few words..."
Wang Shuanzi's voice became softer and softer as he spoke. He glanced at the kitchen and did not dare to say anything further.
Wang Hongquan also understood what he heard, sighed, and helped Wang Shuanzi get up and walk to the main room. When he passed the door of the kitchen, he deliberately said loudly: "The road must be walked step by step, and the meal must be eaten bite by bite. The time will come naturally. Everything has come, why are you so anxious? We know such a smart kid..."
"Dad, please stop talking." Wang Shuanzi reminded.
Wang Hongquan looked away and helped him into the main room to rest.
In the kitchen, Yang Huamei leaned against the pot and complained to herself that she shouldn't have lost her temper.
Shuanzi said a few fair words to his third brother, but he lost his sense of proportion. Oh, it really shouldn't be.
However, you can’t blame yourself for this. Any mother will feel anxious when she sees that her fourteen-year-old son has no skills.
...
Ms. Sun put breakfast on the table, including porridge, pickles, and steamed a few fresh corn cobs.
"What did you and Mei'er say outside the yard earlier? I heard you say something to her?"
Ms. Sun placed the two chopsticks neatly in a gesture. Yang Huazhong glanced at him from the mouth of the bowl.
When he was not smiling, his expression was a little serious, his eyes looking at the porridge in the bowl, but his mind seemed not to be at the dinner table.
Hearing Sun's question, Yang Huazhong came to his senses and had nothing to hide, so he told Sun about Yang Huamei's previous entrustment.
“I thought it was a big deal, but it turns out it’s just for this!”
Sun smiled and said, “Mei’er’s most proud thing is giving birth to a pair of children. Gemini, in her eyes, they are good at everything. After all, Qing Xiaozi is a nephew, and she and her aunt don't get around very much. Qing Xiaozi's books are indeed not read in vain. There are a lot of people. There is actually no ill intention in Mei'er's comparison. Don't take it personally."
Yang Huazhong shook his head, "I won't take this kind of thing seriously. I was thinking about it, understanding this situation, what kind of skills should I learn?"
Sun also helped me think about it while eating pickles and porridge.
"Listen to Mei'er, the craft can't rely solely on brute force, it can't be climbed, and it can't be too messy... Well, what do you think about learning to make noodles or steamed buns?" < br>
Yang Huazhong thought for a moment, "These are all craft jobs, and they are about eating. It’s not messy, it’s not tiring, you just have to be patient.”
“If you do well, you can open a shop, I think it will work, Qing’er Niang, you are the best, I thought of it all at once. "
Seeing Yang Huazhong's sudden enlightenment, Sun also smiled.
"Then eat quickly. After you finish eating, talk to Meier and hear what they think."
Yang Huazhong had breakfast, picked up his hoe and put on his straw hat. He was originally going to the fields to see the water in the ditches.
Concerned about Dabai, I took an extra mile to go to Wang Hong’s family.
Wang Hongquan and his family were sitting around in the main room having breakfast. The bowls of the three adults were full of porridge and pickles, and Dabai's bowl was a bowl of poached eggs.
The weather was hot, so Dabai had no socks on his feet. His trousers were rolled up to his knees. One leg was on a stool and the other was dangling on the ground. He picked up the white and tender poached egg with the tip of his chopsticks, bit off half of it in one bite, and then in another bite, the whole poached egg was in his mouth.
"The third child is here." Wang Hongquan sat facing the door and saw Yang Huazhong at a glance.
Yang Huamei and Wang Shuanzi also put down their chopsticks and stood up to greet them. One moved the stool and the other poured tea.
Dabai was sitting there lazily. When he heard the noise, he raised his head and looked at Yang Huazhong blankly, his cheeks bulging.
"Dabai, what are you doing in a daze? Hurry up and call your uncle!"
Wang Hongquan quickly ordered.
"Uncle..." Dabai called out vaguely.
“Eh.”
Yang Huazhong nodded, took off his straw hat, put down his hoe, and sat down on the stool brought by Wang Shuanzi.
"Third brother, drink tea."
"Hey, okay, Mei'er, you can continue eating."
Yang Huamei stood aside. She knew that Yang Huazhong must have something to do when he came here, so she shook her head: "I'm full."
"Third brother, do you know something about learning arts when you come here?" She said asked again.
Before Yang Huazhong opened his mouth, Dabai swallowed the egg in his mouth hard, and his eyes widened in surprise: "Mom, who wants to learn art? I never said I was going to learn art!"
Yang Huamei glared at Dabai : "What did you say when you were harvesting the wheat last time? You said you didn't want to be a farmer with your face turned to the loess and your back to the sky. You wanted to be a craftsman. Isn't that what you said!"
Dabai thought about it, and it seemed that it was true.
So, he also looked at Yang Huazhong curiously: "Third uncle, what good skills have you found for me?"
Yang Huazhong looked at Dabai with gentle and encouraging eyes: "Go and learn how to make noodles. , or steamed buns, okay?"
When Dabai heard this, he threw away his chopsticks and waved his hands vigorously.
“Don’t be ridiculous, it’s said in the book, a gentleman is far away from the kitchen, those things are made by women, I am a man and don’t do it!”
If you are cheated, you still have to do it! If Bingbing and the others knew this, they would still laugh to death.
Wang Shuanzi glanced at Dabai a little unhappy: "Masons and carpenters are men, so you can go ahead!"
Dabai raised his lame leg: "Dad, open your eyes and say What a lie, with my legs, if you stand on the ridge of someone’s house, you and I will have to send someone with white hair to someone with black hair!”
Wang Shuanzi’s expression suddenly changed.
Wang Hongquan also lowered his face: "Nonsense!"
Yang Huamei rushed over and slapped Dabai on the forehead: "Bah, bah, bah, you talk about sports cars. , Isn’t it right to speak in front of my third uncle?”
Dabai chuckled, his eyes flashing with a cunning light.
Yang Huazhong saw it in his eyes and felt worried in his heart.
Here, Yang Huamei kicked Dabai's other leg off the stool, turned around and smiled at Yang Huazhong with an embarrassed look, and asked with a bit of flattery: "Third brother, learn to make noodles. And making pastry...Dabai has been there since he was little I haven’t even picked up a rolling pin, and I can’t even cook the rice. I’m worried that he won’t be able to learn it well if I ask him to learn it!”
“Well, are there any other skills tailor-made for him?”
(End of this chapter)