Chapter 895: Brains Are Gifts

Fruity in September, chrysanthemum yellow in September. The sorghum is red, and the rice is bent over. The golden autumn harvest is blowing, and the osmanthus is fluttering.

Lu Pan strode out of the hall full of laughter.

Where is the man in his heart?

His chick.

His princess.

His wife.

He was going to run to her and tell her in person that the wedding date was set, September.

"Young Master." Outside, rows of housekeepers on standby led the maids to salute the land.

Lu Pan's footsteps did not stop, and he hurriedly waved his hand to excuse him.

"Ready to eat."

"Yes, young master."

At this time, in order to compensate for not giving a hearty gift, Song Fuling was playing with the youngest son of the second sister Lu Zhijing's family, the daughter of the third sister Lu Zhiwan, and the two sons of the fourth sister Lu Zhiyao.

The four sisters are too, obviously they received the candy, but they took it out, but they didn't.

After giving a salute to the guests, he let the grandmother put it away, and he really thought it was his own.

Especially Sister Lu, she also ate a piece of expression candy, and said with a smile: It's okay, go back and stuff another piece of candy, and tell Anna that good things must be given to her mother first, this is filial piety.

The four sisters were so uncooperative, and they didn't take out the gifts they coaxed the children, just to see how Song Lingling dealt with the little devils.

I also want to know how the children will react when their first meeting with their aunt is disappointed.

On weekdays, teaching politeness and politeness cannot be empty words.

Only at critical moments, like this time, the children were looking forward to it before, and then suddenly there was no more, only ordinary red envelopes. In the past, even if I went to another house as a guest, I never received such an unpleasant gift, so that from the children's instinctive reactions, we could see whether they had listened to the teaching.

The children, each of them a little clever ghost, did not disappoint their mother at all.

When Poria gave the red seal, they were obviously very disappointed.

But Anna took it with both hands like little people.

I don't like this gift very much, and I want to be embarrassed to squeeze out a smile sincerely, and say to Poria Cocos: "Thank you, aunt." ”

I can't call my aunt yet, and it's not time to officially change my words.

They don't want to call them aunts, what kind of aunt is this?

My aunt was not good at all, except that she was a little better-looking.

Song Fuling saw that the children's reactions were too real, and they were full of disgust but had to endure it, so they had: "I'll take you to play?" ”

Compensate the kids and do some little science experiments.

The Lu family doesn't have the set of guys in Poria, and Poria simply wants something that the house can provide.

Write down the list of things you need and hand it to the eldest girl of the Lu family.

The two big girls turned their heads and went out to find the biggest steward of the Lu Mansion.

I don't know, I thought it was a big thing to buy, whatever Song Fuling wanted, the Lu family was waiting for it.

Something is sent in, and painting is taught first.

Half of the basin is poured into the basin, and the chopsticks dipped in ink touch the surface of the water lightly, and the ink immediately expands into a circle on the surface of the water.

Make cotton swabs with cotton and wooden sticks, rub the cotton swabs on the scalp twice, and gently touch the ink round, like magic, Lu Zhiyao's youngest son is younger than Anna, pointing to the water, and said anxiously in a pure Northeast dialect:

"Oops, oops, so many rounds. Just touch it, it's so old. ”

provoked the four sisters of Lu Pan to come to see closely, Song Poria covered the water surface with rice paper, and then slowly picked it up, and a painting of various concentric circles interspersed was made. From any angle, it's all round.

Song Fuling poured the purple pigment into the cup, she guessed that the purple pigment in Lufu should be extracted from purple cabbage, and she kept a sub-snack on weekdays.

Stretched out his hand to signal the eldest girl of the Lu family, and gave her three more cups, pouring water, white vinegar, and baking soda respectively.

She didn't say softly, and reminded the children to be careful, adding the red cabbage juice to each of the three cups, "What's going on?" ”

Lu Zhiwan: "Huh? How did this one turn red, that one turned blue. Sister, don't sit still, come and see. ”

Sister Lu, who was sitting on the side drinking tea, quietly glared at the third sister, are you a little good?

As an older sister, the first time I met my younger siblings seriously, I shouted and screamed, and I was more excited than the children.

After glaring at the third sister, Lu Zhirun, the eldest sister of Lu, quietly glanced at the changes that would occur when she was telling the children about acid and alkali.

And Song Fuling explained the whole story, and has begun to teach what can be played, and plans to let the children do it themselves.

Just watching, it's not interesting.

Participation is the most wonderful thing.

Fireworks in the water.

Lu Zhiyao's youngest son trembled his little hands, and he was a little scared when he first came into contact with him, and poured salt, paint, and stir-fry oil into the big vase first.

His voice trembled a little, and he had never played like this at home: "Auntie, aunt is going to pour something." ”

Lu Zhiyao felt a little embarrassed, a boy with much less courage than Anna.

She rushed in front of her younger siblings and reminded, "Son, pour this water into it again." It's water, what are you afraid of. ”

The water poured in, and Anna was puzzled, with a face written on her face: "There are no fireworks." ”

Song Fuling raised her eyebrows slightly at Little Anna, don't worry.

She rolled up her sleeves, and the beautiful lady in her clothes picked up the big vase and shook it violently.

After a while, the children screamed in surprise and squatted in front of the big vase: "The fireworks have started, and the fireworks have finally bloomed." ”

In the children's shouts, Song Lingling said a few words to Lu Zhiyao, who asked for advice, to explain the diffusion phenomenon, as long as you are asked, you must speak correctly out of respect, not if you don't understand, don't say it.

But I really don't understand, Lu Zhiyao still has to pretend to be "oh, I understand".

Song Poria thought for a while and whispered: "Fourth sister, what is this phenomenon a bit like, the so-called salt water is denser than pure water, just like the small insects on the vegetable leaves, it can't be washed clean with water, but if you put the vegetables into the appropriate proportion of the solution, you can see after soaking for a while, and the small insects on the vegetables will float on the water." ”

Lu Zhiyao regretted asking, as if she saw a layer of small insects on the water, not the fireworks in the water that the children were chattering about.

When Lu Pan came to the courtyard of the flower house, he saw from a long distance that the younger sons born to his sisters in recent years were blowing bubbles.

One by one, they have already gone crazy.

Small scientific experiments, homemade bubble water, Song Poria to raise the grade, the bubbles blown out will not burst until three or two minutes.

Snow-white trees are hanging, and outside the flower house, colorful bubbles are flying everywhere.

When Lu Ban approached, he saw Anna being coquettish to Poria cocos.

Holding Poria's legs, he raised his head and shouted, "Auntie, I like you so much." ”

Song Lingling took Anna's hand and laughed, if you like it, you have to control it.

The kid wears a necklace of pigmented ice cubes around her neck, so don't melt it and rub it on her skirt.

This child is realistic, and I like her after teaching her to make necklaces. Before teaching, Anna was the most polite and polite.

Hearing the maids saluting and greeting, Poria looked back and happened to look at Lu Pan,