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When Song Yao woke up the next day, he sat in bed and was dazed for a while.

Then he looked down at his still swollen left palm, and instantly remembered what happened yesterday, and he quickly held his little hand to his mouth in distress.

The child purred very hard for several minutes, and realized that it was of some use, so he carefully got out of bed.

He didn't dare to use his injured left hand. He struggled with his right hand for a long time but failed to put on his clothes. Finally, he had to go out and ask for help.

Grandma Song, who was still cooking, quickly helped her grandson put on his clothes. Seeing him pitifully following her movements and carefully protecting his left palm, she was angry and funny:

"Okay, let's see if you dare to mess with bees in the future."

She also threatened Song Yao: "You wanted to poke a bee's nest before, will you dare to poke it again in the future?"

Although he had no memory of actively provoking bees, the child still admitted his mistake timidly:

"Grandma, don't be angry, I won't dare to do it again."

While admitting her mistake, she carefully stretched out her right hand, pulled the corner of Grandma Song's clothes and shook it slightly, and begged in a soft voice:

"Don't be angry with me anymore, okay."

Seeing how cute he looked, Grandma Song was actually not very angry anymore. She just tried to keep her expression steady and glanced at him angrily:

"Okay, let go, grandma is going to cook."

Song Yao begged softly: "Grandma, please don't be angry, I'll just let go, okay?"

After a good sleep, his red and swollen eyes had returned to their original appearance, and he looked cute and delicate again. Such a soft and coquettish look was really unbearable.

At least Grandma Song couldn't resist.

The look on her face softened uncontrollably, and her voice dropped eight tones:

"Okay, grandma is angry because she doesn't feel sorry for you. Just be careful in the future and go and wash yourself."

After receiving her correct words, the child cheered and stretched out his little hand to hug his grandma: "Grandma, I love you the most!"

He ran away under the loving smile that Grandma Song couldn't help showing.

Father Song, who happened to be back from outside, witnessed this scene and showed a thoughtful expression.

He touched the little face of his son who was passing by, and then strolled to Grandma Song.

When Grandma Song saw her unreliable son, her smile fell and she raised her eyelids to look at him.

Father Song quickly took the initiative to report:

"Mom, I went to Uncle Zhao's house and asked. He said that he has never heard that bee stings can affect people's brains, and our son was stung on his hands. What he said yesterday should be just a child's imagination."

As a child, isn’t it normal to like to think blindly?

When he was a child, he even thought about being a monkey.

Isn't it normal for Yao'er to look like today?

After finishing speaking, seeing that there was no expression on Grandma Song's face, Father Song rolled his eyes. Qi Qi Ai Ai stepped forward and looked back like a thief to make sure his son was no longer in the yard. Then he stretched out his hand to grab the corner of Grandma Song's clothes. .

Grandma Song lowered her head and glanced at Huo Gongfu. The corner of her clothes was grabbed by Father Song, and she couldn't even sit down.

Grandma Song: "?"

What she could see was the muscles of her son's arms exposed by stretching out his arms.

She: "You still dare to attack me?"

Father Song quickly said, "No, no, Mom, I'm here to admit my mistake to you. I shouldn't have asked Yao'er to help me observe the bees. I really know I was wrong."

He secretly glanced at Grandma Song's face again, and felt that it seemed a little better than before. He felt reassured and confidently imitated his son's behavior just now and swayed the hem of his mother's clothes:

"Mom, I won't dare to do it anymore, please stop being angry, okay?"

Grandma Song, who was almost knocked down by him: "..."

I want to mention here that Song’s father looks like Grandpa Song, with a typical Chinese character face and strong facial features. He looks particularly in tune with Zhongzhou Kingdom’s aesthetics of justice.

Coupled with his tall stature and strong muscles, he can be called a tough guy rather than a strong man.

Such a tough guy has a rough voice that cannot be softened, and a coquettish voice that sounds like a bell...

Grandma Song had just stood firm. When she looked up and saw her son saying such words with such a face, she almost broke the fire stick in her hand.

She gritted her teeth and resisted the urge to hit her son: "Get away from me!"

Dad Song was delighted, eh, isn't this process the same as his son's just now?

He shook his head more firmly: "Mom, I won't let you go until you stop being angry."

Grandma Song couldn't bear it anymore and her voice rose eight degrees: "How dare you threaten me?"

Grandpa Song, who had just come out of the room with water, paused, then silently stepped back with water.

Father Song was stunned by Grandma Song's yelling. Finally, he realized something was wrong, and he was frightened: "I didn't..."

Seeing that his mother had already raised the fire stick in her hand, he was so scared that he subconsciously stepped back.

——Tear and pull.

Father Song looked at the broken pieces in his hand and froze.

Grandma Song lowered her head and looked at the piece of clothing missing, and the fire stick in her hand snapped.

Dad Song: "..."

He swallowed: "Mom, mom, calm down, this matter is not what you think..."

Grandma Song took a deep look at him, took a breath, turned around and shouted to the room: "Song Tianduo, come out and take your son away!"

Grandpa Song in the room: "..."

He put down the water and walked out with a steady and serious expression. He looked at Grandma Song first, then at his son, with an "I don't know" expression on his face:

"What's wrong?"

However, Grandma Song didn’t care whether he knew it or not, she pointed at him and scolded:

"You have the nerve to ask what's wrong? Look at the good son you gave birth to. Look at what he made of my clothes. You teach him something day by day!"

"I said before that we shouldn't pamper her too much. She should go to the ground and work when she should, but you insist that it's okay to give her more pain for this one child.

Don't think I don't know. I asked Song Youcai to do work the day before yesterday, and you secretly helped him do it. He has an eight-year-old child and still thinks he is seventeen or eighteen. It's all because of you! "

Both father and son felt guilty and dared not say anything.

Grandma Song pointed at them and scolded them. After taking a breath, she looked at her husband angrily:

"Take your son away, and if you don't delay my cooking anymore, neither of you will eat it!"

She chose a new fire stick and added firewood to the stove while cursing:

"Really, no matter how old you are, you still act like a child day by day, and you are used to the same virtues as you!"

Grandpa Song and Dad Song escaped and hurriedly slipped outside.

After going out, he glanced at his grandson who was still washing himself seriously. Grandpa Song, who had suffered a terrible disaster, glanced at his son and led him to a place where Song Yao couldn't see him.

Then he spoke very steadily:

"Don't you have anything to say to me?"

Dad Song: "...Dad, things are not what you see... Hey! Please be gentle! Wrong, wrong!"

Song Yao washed up carefully, took out a stick and started writing on the ground.

He was writing carefully, stroke by stroke, and suddenly raised his head.

Hey, I seem to hear daddy calling.

005: [Add one to the learning level. Does the host want to learn a new course? 】

The child's attention was immediately drawn back: [Okay, I'll study for a while. 】

Looking at the single-digit learning rate, he sighed like a little adult.

The course he originally wanted to buy was no longer affordable, and now he had promised his father that he would learn how to raise bees from a book. Song Yao felt that she was so busy.

But he has one advantage, that is, he doesn't run away.

After realizing that she was particularly busy, Song Yao became more diligent than before.

Children who have no idea that human beings' demands will grow over time naively think: Just wait until they buy the courses they want now.

Song Yao was immersed and serious in his studies, and nothing could lure him away from his studies.

——Except for eating.

When the aroma of the food drifted in front of him, the serious-looking child suddenly raised his face.

His little nose shrugged, and he swallowed hard at the smell.

After barely persisting in studying for a short section, Song Yao immediately exited the study space and ran into the yard.

"Grandma, what did you do? It smells so good."

"Scrambled eggs." Grandma Song smiled and picked up a piece with chopsticks and handed it to her grandson's mouth: "Try it and see if it tastes good?"

Song Yao's eyes lit up after eating: "It's delicious. This is the best scrambled egg I have ever eaten."

Grandma Song thought, isn’t it? There is so much oil in this scrambled egg, it must be delicious.

You must know that oil is very expensive (for their family). In the past, she simply counted the drops of oil before putting it in.

If it weren't for the fact that her family was about to receive a huge sum of eight and a half yuan, she wouldn't be so willing today, adding too much oil and using eggs to cook.

Save when you need to save, and eat well when you need to eat well.

Grandma Song is very clear here.

She asked Song Yao: "Are you going to the county town with your father today?"

Song Yao nodded: "I still want to go."

Although there was nothing interesting in the county yesterday, when he thought about going to school tomorrow, he wanted to go anywhere.

Grandma Song had guessed it a long time ago and nodded: "Then I will bring you some food."

Although Song Yao and Song's father didn't say they were hungry on the road yesterday, Grandma Song knew it clearly just by looking at the two of them eating more anxiously than usual at the dinner table.

In the past, Father Song went to the county town alone, and every time he was stuck in the middle of the meal. Yesterday, it must have been because he was selling honey and brought Song medicine. The child has short legs and cannot walk fast, so Father Song needs to slow down to cooperate with his son. .

Grandma Song made scrambled eggs today with this thought in mind. Of course, it is best to have some meaty food on the road.

She first took out a small bamboo tube, put some rice in it, then put enough scrambled eggs, and added a little green vegetables. She thought it was almost enough for her grandson, and then handed it to Song Yao, who was watching eagerly.

"Here, if you get hungry on the way, just eat this."

"Wow!" Song Yao happily took it and turned it over and over as if holding some big treasure.

This was the first time he had food that he could eat on the road.

It’s so strange, so fresh, and so fun.

Grandma Song warned: "Remember to chew a few more times when eating, and then swallow it when it feels less cold."

Although the weather is nice and not cold now, of course it is best not to eat cold food if you can.

Song Yao nodded with a curious face: "I will!"

Seeing that her grandson agreed obediently (although the expression on her face was very excited for some reason), Grandma Song took a big bamboo tube and started pretending to be Father Song's.

Also put the rice first and then the scrambled eggs.

Hum, you brat, you still want to eat eggs, just add some flavor.

Grandma Song murmured in her heart and put in a spoonful. Then she looked at it and felt that it was a bit small. After all, such a big adult man would not be able to eat such a small amount.

So she put in another spoonful.

Thinking back to yesterday, Yao'er said that when he went to the county seat, he slept in a bamboo basket all the way and was carried directly to the supply and marketing cooperative by his father. That must have been quite a physical exertion.

So she put in another spoonful.

Grandma Song felt that it was almost done, and she went to take the lid to close it with satisfaction. When the lid was about to fall, she suddenly remembered that her son liked to eat eggs.

It's rare that I made scrambled eggs at home, and I was given two spoonfuls, so I didn't miss another spoonful.

After convincing herself from the bottom of her heart, Grandma Song confidently added another spoonful before closing the lid.

When he lowered his head again, he found that half of the scrambled eggs in the pot were missing, and he suddenly felt guilty.

"cough."

Grandma Song tried her best to pretend that nothing had happened. While putting the remaining scrambled eggs on a plate, she said to Song Yao, who was still looking at the small bamboo tube:

"Yao'er, go call your father and grandfather for dinner."

"good!"

Song Yao hugged his small bamboo tube and ran out Le Diandian.

"Dad! Grandpa! It's time to eat!"

***

The family sat at the table again, and Song Yao happily took the small bowl and ate it seriously.

Grandpa Song and Dad Song were also surprised to see scrambled eggs.

Except for Yao'er, few others in their family can eat eggs.

Song's father was so happy that he picked up a piece and ate it with rice. As soon as he took it into his mouth, he was full of joy and praised: "Mom, it's delicious. You are so awesome and the cooking is so delicious."

Grandpa Song also took a bite and nodded: "It's delicious."

Song Yao, who was immersed in eating, immediately joined the team:

"This plate of scrambled eggs is not only delicious, it also looks good. I just happened to know a new word, which is called delicious and tasty. Grandma, I found that the food you cook is delicious."

Grandma Song raised the corners of her mouth reservedly: "Okay, everyone's mouth is so sweet. These are fried with four eggs. Isn't it delicious?"

Father Song discovered the bright spot: "It looks like there aren't four of them. Did you get the little eggs?"

Grandma Song glanced at him: "Aren't you going to the county to give honey to the comrade from the supply and marketing cooperative today? I guess you won't be able to make it in time for lunch, so I brought you some food."

Grandpa Song, who was eating, immediately said: "Then give them more scrambled eggs."

Grandma Song is noble and cool, as if she is not the one adding spoonful after spoonful of scrambled eggs:

"Just eat what you have on the road. Why are you pretending to be so much? Young man, just eat something tasty."

Grandpa Song tried to be steady: "After all, we are on our way."

Song Yao didn't notice how many scrambled eggs his father had in the bamboo tube. He patted his chest and said to his father:

"It's okay dad, grandma brought me scrambled eggs, I'll share mine with you."

Father Song was moved and rubbed his son's head: "Be good!!"

Grandma Song continued to eat with dignity and coolness.

While eating, I thought, there is indeed a reason why my son is so unreliable even at such an old age.

From Grandpa Song to Song Yao, the whole family dotes on this kid too much.

But it's okay.

She is sober.