Mrs. Yuan was really amazed.

When several grandchildren were young, they also took the poems of their grandchildren, and most of the time it was like Mrs. Yuan at the beginning, the elders said the last sentence, and the younger generations took the next sentence.

This has just started, only one word was spoken, and five sentences were said suddenly, or ABCDE, and there was one more option than a normal multiple-choice question-

Mrs. Yuan squinted at the old man Yuan who was smiling from ear to ear, is this really the child of their old Yuan family? How much smoke does this ancestral grave have, huh?

Old Man Yuan coughed, tugged on Mrs. Yuan's sleeve, and said quietly: "If we ask like this, we can't figure out how many poems she can memorize." ”

Mrs. Yuan raised her eyebrows, "What can you do?" ”

Old Man Yuan smiled and said nothing, he stepped forward and directly took the glutinous rice and bean paste rolls away under the little claws that his little granddaughter had just stretched out.

Xiao Tuanzi turned his head to look at his grandmother, and he didn't speak, just opened his eyes wide and pursed his mouth, that little appearance was really stubborn and pitiful.

Mrs. Yuan was distressed, and she reached out to snatch back her little granddaughter's dim sum from the bad old man's hand, but Old Man Yuan took the initiative to hold the dim sum plate and came to her granddaughter:

"Wanwan, look, there are a total of twelve glutinous rice cakes here, and there are five of us, that is, you can eat three pieces at most, right?"

Foodies will never say no to this method of calculating taking advantage, and Xiao Tuanzi nodded resolutely and decisively.

Old man Yuan smiled, he has led the army for so many years, Sun Tzu's art of war has long been rotten, first come to capture the old man, and then come to the bottom of the kettle to draw salary, this snack will definitely not be refused.

He asked seductively, "Do you want to eat all these glutinous rice cakes alone?" ”

One person, all eaten?!

Foodie Ben Yuan Wanying's children's faces were red, their eyes lit up, and they nodded frantically.

Old Man Yuan coughed lightly and looked around, "In this way, let's play a game." ”

"Let's choose a word first, and then, with this word as the title, recite the poem with this word, one person recites one sentence, and whoever can't memorize it will be eliminated."

"When there is only one person left in the end, he is the final winner, and this plate of glutinous rice rolls is his trophy, how about it?"

Yuan Cong: "...... OK. ”

Although he is not very cold to sweets, he doesn't want to give up his own things.

Yuan Meng looked worried, reciting poems, she is not good at this, if she memorizes the lyrics, she guarantees that no one in this is her opponent.

Seeing that his grandchildren had no opinions, Old Man Yuan directly announced the start of the game.

He coughed and said, "Let's choose a more common one, the wind in the wind and snow is good." ”

Yuan Meng immediately replied: "Last night's stars and last night's wind, the west side of the painting building and the east of Guitang." ”

There's no way, if you don't grab it, wait for others to finish talking, and it will be difficult for her.

Mrs. Yuan smiled slightly: "The sound of wind and rain comes at night, and you know how many flowers fall." ”

Old Man Yuan hurriedly followed: "Sneak into the night with the wind, moisturizing things silently." ”

Actually, he, like his eldest granddaughter, is a scumbag!

After all, it was after being discharged from the army that I began to cultivate myself, and I read a lot of poems, but they were purely reading and appreciation, and if I wanted to say that I could memorize them, there were really few poems.

Yuan Cong nodded to his little cousin, and motioned for the five-year-old child to come first.

Yuan Wanwan blinked: "Why should Qiang Di complain about the willows, the spring breeze is not enough to pass the jade gate." ”

Yuan Cong opened his mouth unhurriedly: "The clothes are wet and the apricot blossoms are raining, and the willow wind is not cold when the face is blowing." ”

Rotten!

Yuan Meng half opened his mouth, his lips moved, but he found that his mind was blank!

Damn it!

The four of them seem to have finished the most famous sentences!

Under the gaze of four pairs of eyes, Yuan Meng became more and more anxious, but the more anxious she was, the more she couldn't speak, and after a while, she finally held back a sentence: "There is a cloud made of rain in the wind, huh?" ”

"You're the wind, I'm the sand!"

"I'm waiting for you in the wind and rain!"

Several people turned their faces at the same time, no longer paying attention to the already delirious elimination player, and Mrs. Yuan spoke elegantly again: "The clouds want to dress and the flowers want to look, and the spring breeze blows Revlon." ”

Old man Yuan had a solemn face: "The wildfire can't be burned, and the spring breeze blows and grows." ”

……

Not surprisingly, Old Man Yuan was eliminated in the fourth round, followed by Mrs. Yuan, who lasted three more rounds than Old Man.

Then, the three scumbags sat in a row, watching the battle of the two top students-

Yuan Meng looked incredulous: "Is my brother so strong?!" ”

Mrs. Yuan and Old Man Yuan were also quite surprised, they just wanted to test the depth of the little puddle of the little granddaughter, but they didn't expect to find that there was an ocean hidden around them.

The two people also seemed to be angry, a young child's voice, a somewhat hoarse young man's voice, one after the other, extremely fast, big beads and small beads, rolling into the jade plate:

"The south wind rises at night, and the wheat is covered with yellow."

"The high wind roared in August and autumn, rolling up the triple thatch on my roof."

"The long wind sends autumn geese thousands of miles away, and you can be a tall building for this."

……

I don't know how long it took, when the scumbag Yuan Meng was a little drowsy, he realized that he didn't know when his ears became quiet.

Yuan Meng sat up straight and asked repeatedly, "Who won?" Who won?! ”

The next second, she keenly noticed that her grandparents looked sympathetic and looked at her brother at the same time.

Yuan Cong's face was a little bad, and he finally lost to a five-year-old child, and no one would be happy, okay!

After a while, he let out a long breath and arched his hand: "This little hero is losing!" ”

Yuan Meng: "......! ”

Brother! Do you still have such a humorous side!

Yuan Wanying did the same, clasped her fists with her small hands, and was generous: "Accept." ”

For a time, a boy and a girl felt sorry for each other.

Xiao Tuanzi thought about it, picked up his loot, and sent it to the little cousin: "Brother Yuan Cong, please eat one!" ”

The snack seller deliberately increased the number of one, and looked at the little cousin with wide eyes.

Yuan Meng's eyes lit up: "Wanwan, is it okay to give my sister a meal?" ”

Xiao Tuanzi immediately looked at her cheeky cousin, her eyes were clear, and she hit the nail on the head: "You lost in the second round, sister." ”

Yuan Meng: "Woo-"

She felt the deep malice of this world, which was definitely from the contempt of the school bully for the scumbag.

Yuan Cong: "......"

The mood is getting better, what's going on?

He stretched out his hand, picked up a glutinous rice dumpling, and under the gaze of his grandparents and sister, he ate it slowly-

It's so sweet! It's delicious!

This is the best glutinous rice roll he has ever eaten when he is so big!

Old Man Yuan's throat rolled, and he couldn't help muttering, "I didn't think that thing you made was so delicious before." ”