Ning Yan fell into deep thought. If you really have this ability, it's really amazing.

I found that the little cub has a natural affinity for animals, and now I have never forgotten it, this kind of talent is hard to find!

"What does that gentleman of yours teach you on a daily basis?" Feng Fuzi's brows twisted into a pimple.

Even Ning Chaoye's face darkened. What a little grandson, he was actually harmed.

The degree of sharpness when picking up the sentence can be seen that he is a smart person, if he is sent to the academy to study hard, his future achievements will definitely not be lower than Ning Qianci......

But it was actually Huo Huo.

Ning Youyu looked at Mrs. Yang with sympathy in his eyes: "Mr. teaches me to memorize poems on weekdays. Without waiting for Feng Fuzi to continue asking, he opened his mouth and read aloud: "If there is love in the sky, the sky will be old, and if people have love, they will die early."

I was born to be useful, and the mouse son will make holes.

The yellow dog is white, and the white dog is swollen. ”

After carrying his back and holding his little chest, his eyes narrowed, and his little hands clapped on his chest, looking very proud.

Ning Yan covered her face, her son is not like this, he is cute and cute, who is this black-hearted bun now.

Mrs. Yang, Mrs. Yang won't drink tea at this time, and I will taste the poems memorized by Ning Youyu carefully, is it quite reasonable, and it is also very close to reality.

For example, the poor one is alone, and the rich one has a group of wives and concubines.

Now the world seems to have that.

I have never seen a group of poor * concubines, and the rich are alone.

"How can this be true, how can this be true, what about your husband? I'm going to find out why he confronted him and why he taught a good boy to be like this. Feng Fuzi held his forehead and jumped to his feet.

"Sir is here!" Ning Youyu stretched out his hand and pointed at Mrs. Yang.

Originally, Mrs. Yang, who had no sense of existence and was even regarded as an old servant, stood up.

Feng Fuzi gritted his teeth, and finally couldn't help but ask, "Why does the old gentleman harm people like this." ”

"......" Mrs. Yang has never had such an experience, and those juniors who see him on weekdays are like mice meeting cats. Now, this kind of experience is very rare.

"What kind of scourge?"

"You ......" Seeing that Mrs. Yang was still so calm, Feng Fuzi's hair was about to explode.

"You're the scourge of students."

Ning Yan also took the opportunity to stir up: "You actually said that my son's husband is a scourge? Could it be that Mr. Feng thinks that he is more literary than Mr. Yang? ”

"I don't dare to compare with others Feng, but with this old gentleman, Feng is indeed confident."

Hearing Ning Yan's question, Feng Fuzi hurriedly sorted out his emotions and said with his fists clenched.

The smile on Mrs. Yang's face became even stronger.

It's good for young people to be confident.

What a good thing!

"Then you dare to compare with Mr. Yang, if your knowledge is indeed better than Mr., then my child will worship you as a master."

"......" Feng Fuzi's mind was a little confused, he just asked Ning Youyu to go to Siyuan Academy to study, but he didn't say that Ning Youyu would be accepted as an apprentice.

You must know that accepting apprentices is a very strict thing.

Think about it all.

Normally, the usefulness of the apprentice and the son is the same, but the son does not choose, and the apprentice's talent can be carefully selected.

……

Mrs. Yang laughed angrily at Ning Yan's words. He was a court prince, and he was more knowledgeable with a mountain master, isn't this bullying?

Glancing at Ning Yan, the warning was full of meaning.

"Mr. Yang, it's not easy to accept an apprentice, please do your best." When Ning Yan saw Mrs. Yang, he thought of Ning Youyu's confusion and apprenticeship at the beginning, and it was very good to see Mrs. Yang at this time.

Of course, it is also necessary for Feng Fuzi to be tempered well, she doesn't want to let a person who cares all day long hang around.

Take advantage of each other.

"Don't you dare to compare?" Seeing that the old man in the room didn't seem to want to compare, he flinched, and seemed to be very unconfident, Feng Fuzi stared at Mrs. Yang and asked firmly.

"What do you want to compare, scriptures, theories, and strategies?" Mrs. Yang smiled, it seems that she has to bully the small with the big today.

"Of course it's the scriptures."

"Then the righteousness ......" When it came to learning, Mrs. Yang stood up.

The two of you come and go, and every time Mrs. Yang spits out a word, Feng Fuzi's forehead will sweat.

Ning Yan listened to the two of them come and go with complicated and incomprehensible words, and his head twitched.

"Feng is only a shallow learner, and today is not as good as the old man, please inform the name......"

"Old farmer in the mountains, where is there any name, but ......" Mrs. Yang looked at Ning Youyu, and at some point there was an extra ring ruler in his hand: "Who taught you those just now?" ”

The moment he saw the ring ruler, Ning Youyu reflexively put his hand behind his back.

"Forgot what the gentleman taught you?"

"Nope!" Ning Youyu lowered his head and stretched out his hands, lying is to be punished.

The ring ruler fell in the palm of her hand, and Ning Yan beside her turned her head, she could use Taifu Yang to warn Master Feng, but in terms of educating her disciples, she couldn't interfere too much.

Feng Fuzi witnessed Ning Youyu being beaten, and naturally understood that when he was tested just now, he was teased by a child.

Handsome's face became a little ugly.

Arched his hand at Ning Chaoye: "Farewell." After saying that, he turned around and left, not at all nostalgic.

Looking at Feng Fuzi's back, Ning Yan sighed.

I hope that this reversal will not affect Feng Fuzi in any way.

After Feng Fuzi left, Mrs. Yang taught Ning Youyu a lesson, and walked home with a small basket full of braised meat.

There are other people here in Ningyan, and Mrs. Yang is not the kind of person who has no eyes.

Ning Chaoye chuckled: "Ning Yatou is getting more and more capable, and the gentleman who is looking for more than Yu looks quite generous." ”

Ning Yan complained in his heart, but he was not generous.

He is a master, and he would have been cool if he didn't have a little bearing.

"We'll talk about business later, it's not too early, let's eat."

Ning Chaoye is a big generation, and if he said that he didn't talk about business, he really didn't continue to talk about this.

When Xu saw Ning Chaoye, he didn't continue to hide in the courtyard for the first time.

For the first time, I came out and ate with people in the hall.

When it comes to eating, Chen Ji and Zhou Yi will naturally not be left behind.

One table for men and one table for women.

Although Ning Youyu is only five years old, his gender is male, and he can't change it. Sitting in the men's pile with Le Eleven.

The dishes on the table are also often eaten by the Ning family.

Whether it is braised pork, barbecue, or dessert cakes placed outside, they can only be eaten by small rich families.

If you make a table of such meals at Qiao's house, it's nothing.

However, this is not Qiao's family, and Ning Yan's small life is really getting better and better.

Thinking too much, Ning Chaoye came to his senses, and found that the dishes on the plate were almost empty.

The two big men on the side went to the dinner table and ate with their heads bored.

Looking at the little grandson again, although the food appearance is much more elegant, the speed is not satisfied at all.

His eyes fell on the kid in his eyes, and he ate like two big men.

Ning Chaoye just glanced at the people around him, and then lowered his head, okay, there were already two empty plates.

This......

If you don't eat it, you'll have nothing.

Ning Chaoye took the chopsticks and sandwiched a piece of braised pork that had been cut and adjusted, and the taste was ......

Some choke, some spicy!

But it's delicious.

This time, Ning Chaoye didn't care about looking left and right, lowered his head and fought with the braised pork on the plate.