Well, it's good to make a mash dumplings, she will cook it now, put it at ten o'clock, add some osmanthus nectar, and the children like it.

The eldest granddaughter said, she called her younger brothers, the grandchildren are coming back today, five dishes are still a bit less, what kind of dishes to make-

Just when Mrs. Yuan was pondering the recipe for noon, Mr. Yuan finished the morning class and walked in slowly, and Mrs. Yuan immediately called out to him: "I'll boil the water for you, just make tea if you want it." ”

Old Man Yuan waved his hand and replied casually: "I'll go upstairs to take a look first, and then come down to make tea and drink it later." ”

Mrs. Yuan's eyes were round, and the old man Yuan's face was slightly red, and she laughed out loud: "Aren't you just anxious to see your granddaughter?" Go, go, go. ”

Old Man Yuan still defended himself: "I'm going to see what she wrote!" ”

But he was already honestly walking upstairs.

Old Man Yuan gently pushed open the door of the study, and saw two children who were quietly writing calligraphy, he coughed lightly, and walked to his grandson first.

His eyes suddenly lit up, Yuan Cong's words have improved a lot today!

In fact, he could see that this grandson was silent and sensible on the surface, but in fact, like several other grandsons, he didn't pay much attention to practicing calligraphy.

The writing is decent, lacking a spirituality.

Today finally jumped out of the box, the horizontal is no longer so flat, the vertical is no longer so straight, and there is a little more youthful jumping and vitality.

Old Man Yuan nodded with satisfaction, and when he saw that his grandson had finished writing the last word, he ordered in a good mood: "Okay, let's write here first, you go and take a rest, and your cousin and cousin will come over in a while." ”

After all, he was still young, and the young man's face immediately showed irrepressible joy.

Watching his grandson quickly clean up the desk and stride out, Old Man Yuan shook his head with a smile, don't think he doesn't know, what new game console the sister and brother played yesterday, and they played until the middle of the night.

It's hard to believe that Yuan Cong got up early in the morning, and his sister is still sleeping!

Old Man Yuan walked slowly behind Yuan Wanying, the little girl sat straight, her arms dangling in the air, according to the words in front of her, copying intently.

knew that his grandfather was behind him, but he still ignored and wrote down word by word.

Old man Yuan was very relieved, and among a large group of grandchildren and daughters, there was finally a person who really loved the traditional Chinese culture.

Yuan Wanying carefully finished writing the last stroke, and out of the corner of her eye, she caught a glimpse of the big light bulb next to her that suddenly lit up ten times, and quickly turned off her soul talent.

Well, she has successfully completed the task assigned by her father:

Make grandma happy = let grandma make food for herself (achieved)

Coaxing grandpa to be happy = practicing calligraphy (achieved)

Putting down the brush, the little girl rubbed her wrist in a similar way, took out the letter stuffed by her father from the rabbit bag placed aside, and handed it to Old Man Yuan: "Dad gave you a book from Hongyan." ”

Old Man Yuan took the envelope and didn't open it immediately, but looked at his little granddaughter with interest and asked curiously, "Do you know what Hongyan means?" ”

Then, he was despised by his five-year-old granddaughter, who looked at him silently, and opened her mouth to be a poem: "If you want to ask about Senan, only every year Hong Yan Fei!" ”

Old Man Yuan: "......"

I'm sorry!

He shouldn't challenge the dignity of a scholar.

Old Man Yuan's old face was slightly red, and he opened the envelope in his hand casually, and swept it with a glance, and the dragon and phoenix danced all over the paper.

Well, his stupid son can't learn anything, just this hand, but he still takes it.

Grandpa Wanwan?

Old Man Yuan blinked, this title is still full of novelty! He continued to watch it in a good mood, and went to school Wanwan? Buying a school district house?

Wait a minute!

If it's not over in 20 years, what the hell is it to use a graceful dowry?!

This bastard son!

Also, according to the bank interest rate, he has not Alzheimer's disease!

Is the bank interest rate a five-year, three-year term, or a current one?!

Old Man Yuan is angry, and there is only one word in his heart that is repeatedly swiping the screen, don't borrow it! Don't borrow! Don't borrow!

And then—

His gaze paused, what is this?

There is a line of small characters below the IOU, the font is obviously different from the bohemian font of the stupid son above, it is much more square and regular, and even some traces of the unique brush words can be seen:

Write a large letter, 5 yuan.

Recite a new poem, 1 yuan.

Old Man Yuan's gaze subconsciously moved to the brush words that his little granddaughter had just written, well, that's right, this last sentence is definitely the handwriting of the little granddaughter.

Stupid son is really good at using resources!

Old Man Yuan's heart was already angry, but his face did not show it at all, he had been an official for many years, and he still had this kind of cultivation, raised the letter in his hand, and asked with a pleasant face: "Wanwan, did your father ask you to write this sentence?" ”

Yuan Wanying shook her head and replied honestly: "I wrote it myself." ”

Old Man Yuan was stunned, blurted out, and asked, "Why?" ”

Yuan Wanying's mouth tightened, and after being silent for a long time, she spoke: "Because of Dad." ”

She looked up at Old Man Yuan: "Dad said that it is only right to spend Lao Tzu's money." ”

This bastard!

The fire in Old Man Yuan's heart jumped up at once, and the next second, he heard his little granddaughter say again: "However, my mother doesn't like this, so he wants to pay back." ”

"Yesterday, my dad took me out racing, and he said I could make money this way."

"Dad said he couldn't do anything but drive."

The little girl looked at her grandfather calmly: "I want to help my father, but I don't know anything, I can only write calligraphy." ”

Old Man Yuan was stunned for a moment, and his eyes turned red little by little.

Without saying a word, he picked up the pen and added three zeros to the last line of the IOU:

Write a large letter, 50 yuan.

Recite a new poem, 100 yuan.

He taught his little granddaughter earnestly: "Wanwan, you have to remember that in our cultural inheritance, poetry and songs, and a subset of scriptures and history are the essence, and no matter how well the characters are written, they are only the carriers of culture." ”

Yuan Wanying nodded as if she didn't understand, anyway, she liked both of them very much, just work hard to learn!

Seeing that Old Man Yuan solemnly signed his name on the IOU, the little girl immediately picked up the two big characters she had just written and handed them to her grandfather.

didn't speak, just looked at grandpa with a pair of big black and white eyes.

Old Man Yuan couldn't cry or laugh, he found out that this little granddaughter of his youngest son's family is really a talent!

The last second is touching to tears, and the next second can make people stunt!

No wonder this girl, when he came in, she kept ignoring him, and it is estimated that she was making money at that time!