At six o'clock the next day, Wang Jian was woken up by the alarm clock on his mobile phone, and his eyes were so sleepy that he couldn't open them. He lazy in bed for three minutes before he began to get dressed with his eyes half-squinted.

After that, Wang Jian came to the bathroom and began to wash his face and brush his teeth.

At this time, he was still half-squinting, in a state of confusion.

This is also the basic state of his daily life. Usually, it takes a wash of your face and brushing your teeth to wake up a little bit.

Wang Jian squinted and brushed his teeth, and then took hot water to wash his face.

After washing his face, he picked up the electric shaver in the hole in the wall next to him and prepared the beard at the corner of his mouth in front of the mirror.

At this moment, Wang Jian was suddenly stunned:

Acne, the pimples on his face that had bothered him for more than ten years, disappeared out of thin air, about a quarter of the number!

"Oh my God, what's going on?" Wang Jian was stunned, quickly put down the razor, and began to pinch his face with both hands, with an expression of disbelief on his face.

"Mom——! Mom——! hurry up and show me, is there less acne on my face?"

"What are you calling in the morning?" Zeng Yu was a little dissatisfied with his son's ghost call, worried about causing the unhappiness of the neighbors who were still sleeping around, but when he heard what his son said about acne, he also stopped the dough in his hand and walked over to his son to see.

The acne on Wang Jian's face not only grew on Wang Jian's face, but also on Zeng Yu's heart, which was a long-standing heart disease for her.

For this reason, what acne plasters, traditional Chinese medicine, and various home remedies, she didn't know that she had bought a lot for Wang Jian in private, but none of them worked, and the acne should still come out, and after it came out and disappeared, it formed potholes on her son's face, which seriously affected her son's image.

In Zeng Yu's eyes, her son looks like her, quite handsome, a handsome young man, but since her son was in middle school, acne began to grow on his face inexplicably, which seriously damaged his son's delicate appearance.

Zeng Yu felt that his son had not been able to find a girlfriend so far, and he was at least half responsible for the pimples on his face.

Zeng Yu walked up to Wang Jian and took a look, and sure enough, the pimples and potholes that were originally everywhere on his forehead, left and right cheek had disappeared a lot.

Not only that, but in her closer look, she also found that her son's skin, which was ordinary and had no features, seemed to be whiter.

"Is it a lot less? Is it the last time I found it for you, the traditional Chinese medicine remedies that regulate the balance of yin and yang have worked?" Looking at her son's face that has become "clean" and "tender" a lot, Zeng Yu's heart is also very excited, and the first thing that comes to mind is that her years of "seeking medical advice" and "seeking prescriptions and medicines" have finally paid off.

After confirming from his mother's mouth that what he had just seen in the mirror was not an illusion, Wang Jian was so excited that he couldn't wait to look up to the sky and laugh three times to vent the excitement in his heart at the moment.

"Mom, your stuff is useless! In the future, you won't have to give me any Chinese medicine, home remedies. It's all a lie! I'm a colleague who went on a business trip to a foreign country and brought me a foreign acne ointment, I've been rubbing it for a while, I thought it was useless, but I didn't expect it to be really effective! Let me make a face, Mom. You go cook porridge. Excited, Wang Jian began to ramble nonsense, coping with fucking inquiries.

Of course, he can't say that it is the mutated fighting sound, the benefits brought to him by the "permanent change at the genetic level", only a reason for casual nonsense.

At the same time, he was so excited that he didn't forget what he was doing every day, and began to roll up his sleeves, walked to the cutting board of the noodles, and kneaded the dough for his mother.

This is hard work, hard work, and tiring work, and he, who is a son, is naturally the one who deserves it!

"It turned out that your colleague brought you imported ointment? Then you have to thank people!" Zeng Yu was not depressed because it was not his own efforts that cured his son's "stubborn disease", but was equally happy.

After being happy, she immediately reminded her son to report it.

"Don't forget to dig wells" is the tradition of Lao Wang's family and Lao Zeng's family, and it is also her responsibility and obligation to pass on this fine tradition.

"I know! I'll invite him to a big dinner at noon today!" Wang Jian said perfunctorily, and kneaded the dough vigorously with both hands.

Wang Jian helped his mother mix and knead the dough, and then made several different types of dough into long strips, cut them into suitable sizes, and used them to make steamed buns, flower rolls, and steamed buns.

That's what he does every morning before he goes to work.

Her mother was cooking porridge on the side, making steamed buns, and taking Wang Jian's cut steamed buns, flower rolls and steamed buns to the aluminum steaming grid that had been steamed.

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Wang Jian was born in a small county town called Shishi in Shuzhou in western China, his father Wang Hua was an ordinary decoration worker, and his mother Zeng Yu was a private substitute teacher in a rural primary school.

When he was a freshman in high school, his father, who loved to smoke and drink, and didn't like to wear a mask when decorating, finally paid the price, and was diagnosed with advanced lung cancer, radiotherapy, and chemotherapy.

The father is gone, and the mother shoulders the burden of the whole family's life.

And Wang Jian, too, from a "mediocre person" who had ordinary grades in the past, was in the middle and lower reaches of the class, and was destined to enter the "social university" to continue his studies with a high school Chinese basis, began to be indignant and study hard.

However, the high school he studied in was only a general high school called "Yongzhong", not a national-level key high school like "Ten Middle School", and he himself was also limited in talent, so he studied desperately for two or three years, and failed to get into any 211 and 985, and finally went to a two-language college in Jiangcheng.

However, when Wang Jian was depressed by 60 points and failed to go to the ideal "University of Electronic Science and Technology", Zeng Yu, who learned that he was admitted to the "Jiangcheng Foreign Language College", danced with his hands and feet, fainted with joy, hugged his head on the spot and cried and laughed, and then, he took out his father's posthumous photo from the cabinet at the bottom of the box, and while crying, he put out the pig's head meat, offered the fruit, and burned 100 million yuan of "dead ghost father" in her mouth, a total of 10 billion "human coins", and informed his father of his "gold list title" , finally became the good news of the "pillars of the country".

When Wang Jian was still in high school, because there were fewer and fewer dolls in elementary school, village elementary schools and even middle schools began to merge, and Zeng Yu, as a substitute teacher in primary school, was also laid off in this unstoppable wave of the times and became unemployed.

Zeng Yu, who lost his job, began to work everywhere in the county, and spent half a year successfully "stealing" from a well-done steamed bun shop, and then "fried the squid of the boss's family", and set up a stall called "Jianjian Steamed Bun Shop" at the entrance of his own community, selling some porridge, steamed buns, steamed buns and flower rolls.

Wang Jian's three years of high school and all the expenses of four years of college were sold to him by his mother Zeng Yu for a steamed bun and a bun.

In June this year, he graduated from university, submitted seventy or eighty resumes, and was finally admitted to the export division of Yingxiang Industrial Group as an ordinary merchandiser.