This young man's name is Cheng Xinlong, the son of Sister Yi, and theoretically, he is also their young owner......

Young owners, this kind of cognition seems to be very lofty!

After about half an hour, the three aunts in the opposite room left at the same time, and said hello to Sister Yi before leaving, and also said hello to this side.

"Hmm. The new boy replied, waving his hand enthusiastically, and the corners of his mouth were about to grin.

The three teenagers just smiled and nodded, and then seriously continued their ink-splashed landscape paintings, which were like two painting styles with His Royal Highness the Young Owner.

After about ten minutes, Sister Yi walked out of the main room and shouted at the side room, "It's time to eat." ”

As soon as the young owner heard this, he put the cannon barrel in his hand, and began to unprotect his skirt, and when he was done, he waved his hand, and the general greeted the three of them in a demeanor: "Don't do it, go, go to dinner." ”

As he spoke, he stood on the threshold, facing the house, looking at them expectantly.

"You go first. Peng Qiao waved his hand and responded.

The young owner took a deep look at them and left happily: "Then I'll wash my hands first." ”

After the young owner left, Yuan Wei put the rolled cannon barrel away and sighed: "Alas, it's time to eat again." ”

Jiang Cong had already begun to take off his skirt, and then sighed: "Yes, it's time to eat again." ”

Peng Qiao didn't speak, he looked at the barrel rubbed out by the young owner, and the look on his face was very helpless.

After sighing, Jiang Cong and Yuan Wei's eyes also moved to the post of the young owner, and on the table and the wall behind it, there were many cannon barrels, which were the product of just forty or fifty minutes......

And look at the finished barrels that belong to them, in terms of quantity, it is obviously less, that is their output in half a day!

"This stupid boy is about to catch up with those aunts!" the three of them looked at each other, and suddenly said in unison, which can be regarded as a good excuse for their incompetence.

After repeating the old tune, they walked out of the workshop, went to the well to wash, and then went to the main house.

The main house is much larger than the side room, but the layout is the same, with two bedrooms on the right, a hall in the middle, and a large room without a door wall on the left, or this is also a part of the hall.

The reason why this is called a room is because there is a big bed, a very big bed, so big that four teenagers lie side by side, and everyone can calmly turn over!

There was a small dining table in the hall, but there was no one at the table, and Sister Yi's family ate in the room and gave them the large hall.

The three of them moved their chairs, sat down at the dining table, and then looked at the lunch on the table in a daze, and the combination was as simple as ever: porridge, steamed buns, pickles, shredded carrots and meat, and boiled cabbage.

The porridge is very thick, six steamed buns, one-fifth bowl of pickles, and two stir-fried vegetables are a shallow plate......

It's just a day like no more!

They sighed silently, then picked up the chopsticks and picked up the bowl, first divided the most important pickles into three equal portions, and put them into their respective bowls, and then began to pick up the steamed buns and eat the light stir-fried vegetables, chewing and gnawing slowly......

When they eat steamed buns, their expressions are like eating severed heads, which is the type of sadness and numbness, and only when they eat pickles, the expressions will be more vivid.

No way, this pickle is really delicious, but unfortunately the portion is too small!

Although they were very reluctant, the fried vegetables were really bland, and they could only use pickles to send steamed buns to the stomach, without exception, the little pickles in the bowl were all bottomed out.

After tearing off a little steamed bun and dipping the sporadic pickle juice in the bowl, they slowly savored the last aftertaste, and then filled the porridge with a regretful face and began to survive more difficult.

Yuan Wei put the steamed bun in his mouth into his stomach with porridge, leaned closer to his head, and whispered to Peng Qiao: "Otherwise, you ask Sister Yi to order pickles again?" By the way, make a request, give more for each meal." ”

Peng Qiao swallowed the steamed bun and swallowed the white of his eyes, his eyes drifted to the room with a heavy curtain, and after retracting it, he shook his head like a rattle: "If you want to say it, I'm embarrassed." ”

Yuan Wei also looked at the room, shook his head after thinking about it, and sighed: "Forget it, let's eat like this." ”

Jiang Cong was silently eating steamed buns on the side, without squeaking, theoretically speaking, he was not a picky eater, even if these dishes fried by Sister Yi were particularly bland, they could still be tasted normally......

In this way, they began to eat steamed buns again, and after two minutes, Peng Qiao put down the dishes and chopsticks, sighed heavily, and then got up and came to the door of Sister Yi's room, and shouted softly through the curtain: "Sister Yi, Sister Yi." ”

Jiang Cong and Yuan Wei held the remaining half of the steamed buns with a bowl, and their eyes were focused on the slightly heavy door curtain.

"What's wrong?" Sister Yi lifted the curtain and asked directly in the house.

"Can you decorate us with more pickles?" asked Peng Qiao politely.

"Why, it's not enough to eat. Sister Yi said with a smile, and then walked out of the room.

"yes, the pickles are delicious. Peng Qiao turned around, walked parallel to Sister Yi, and replied casually.

Sister Yi's body stagnated, and then she walked to the table casually, took the bowl with the pickles, and then came to a corner of the hall, opened the clay pot, took out a spoon, and scooped some pickles into the bowl with the same amount as usual......

It turns out that the pickles are put here!

Even though they were in two places, the eyes of the three teenagers still met, and their hearts were full of joy.

After putting the pickles on the table, Sister Yi opened the curtain and returned to the room, Peng Qiao also sat down again, and before eating, he whispered: "I saw that they ate the same dishes as us, and they were ......."

Speaking of this, he paused, glanced at the bowl containing the pickles, and sighed: "Their pickles are at least half less than ours!"

In fact, they had maliciously guessed before, there were so many empty spaces in the hall, even if you wanted to eat separately, you could sit elsewhere in the hall, why should you hide in the room? Is it that you eat differently than ours......

It's good now, this kind of malicious speculation is self-defeating, and the gap between the two has been invisibly filled.

I don't know what the reason is, they started eating again, they simply let go of themselves, the chopsticks stretched into the pickle bowl one after another, although each time they were very reserved only two or three, but the frequency was too fast, three or two pickles were snatched up!

Looking at the bowl at the bottom, the three teenagers looked at each other, and then glanced at the clay pot together, their hearts ready to move......