The Almighty Little Chef

This is the last struggle as a social person.

The atmosphere of the person who accompanied Uncle Liu at home and Uncle Liu became closer, and the old man gradually smiled and looked at the children with love.

The people in charge of buying bought some of them themselves. In the end, Lin Feiran asked Sister Xie for help, and Sister Xie helped pick out a lot of things.

And Jiang Xiaofei and Yao Xi were carrying their newborn puppy back to Uncle Liu.

Uncle Jin took them to hug a puppy.

Jiang Xiaofei wanted to pay, but they refused.

Uncle Jin: "It's all local dogs. My own dog gave birth to a litter. Just take good care of him, no money."

Jiang Xiaofei and the others had no choice but to respond.

But Jiang Xiaofei still gave Yao Xi a look, ran out, went to the nearest canteen, and gave Uncle Jin and the uncle the dog's owner a cigarette each.

She noticed that they all liked to smoke, and they didn't leave their cigarettes in their hands.

Putting down the things, Jiang Xiaofei and Yao Xi said goodbye and left, avoiding the refusal of the uncles.

Uncle Liu used to be a teacher in the primary school in the village. Later, all the primary schools in the village moved to the town. Uncle Liu also taught for a few years before he retired.

I have been engaged in education all my life, and I like this kind of elegant hobby very much in my spare time, writing brush calligraphy, painting...

Yang Jiaojiao's writing is average, but she has been nurtured in these things since she was a child, she has a vision, and can tell one, two or three things, Liu Bo looks like he meets a confidant.

"Okay! The doll understands very well, so come and write!" Uncle Liu smiled and let Yang Jiaojiao show it.

Yang Jiaojiao shook her head, "I don't care, I still know how many brushes there are."

Yang Jiaojiao has learned half a dozen things, and is often talked about by the fathers and teachers in the family, but Yang Jiaojiao's interest is not here.

"It's alright, let's see for ourselves, I wrote it all, come on, let's try it all!" Uncle Liu looked at Yang Jiaojiao a little embarrassed, and simply called everyone together.

Either way, just try it.

"Cough! Then I'll be ugly." Yang Jiaojiao coughed, pursing her lips and stood in front.

Everyone stood aside and looked at Yang Jiaojiao.

Although the movements can't be called flowing, they are neat and fluent. The characters are practiced at first glance. From the first character to the last character, they gradually get better, from hand to skilled.

Putting down the pen, Yang Jiaojiao looked at Lin Feiran and pursed her lips and smiled.

"I've finished writing it, but I haven't written it for a long time. It's a little unfamiliar. Let's try it out."

Uncle Liu touched a few stubble and nodded.

"Yes, there is a bit of taste, but the wrist strength is not enough, and it is a bit unfamiliar after not practicing for a long time, but the amateur looks very powerful." Liu Bo affirmed.

"Come on, let's try it all, it doesn't matter whether it works or not."

Uncle Liu also saw that they were a little eager to try, but they were afraid to move forward, and said with a smile.

"I'm coming!" Qian Duoduo stood up.

"Uncle Liu, is this right?" Qian Duoduo didn't even know how to hold a pen, so he went up with some courage.

"A little further up, yes, that's it, relax, don't be too tense." Liu Bo's off-field action guide.

Qian Duoduo wrote a poem about A Quiet Night, but the number of words is relatively small.

There are three words Jing Yesi, and the word Jing is one circle bigger than the other two.

The rest of the characters are also crooked, some big and some small, and there are extra ink dots on the paper besides the characters, which is extremely incongruous.

"Cough cough! That's too ugly, but I think it's the first time I wrote it, and it's amazing to be able to write it! Uncle Liu, can you comment?" Qian Duoduo said cheekily.