Sure enough, not long after, Su Wenting came to deliver the meal. When she saw Wang Degui, who was eating with oil, her expression was a little playful.

"Wife, listen to my explanation. My son is too filial. I said I don't eat it, so he insisted on me... Come on, sit down and taste the dishes cooked by my son, imitating you, have the talent for cooking, and the dishes are cooked well."

"..." Wang Ping'an was silent and observed three seconds of silence for the "God of Food Book".

Wang Degui said, quickly put down the bowls and chopsticks, smiled, took the lunch box from his wife, and gave her his place.

"Oh, is that true?" Su Wenting sat down and looked around.

Wang Tiantian stared at her pure and innocent big eyes, raised her little hand, and replied: "Grandma, that's not the case. Grandpa stole my meat to eat! If he didn't let him eat it, he would stole it!"

Wang Degui was amused and crying: "Hey, you little guy, the food you cooked by Erbao, I can't eat it now?"

"You didn't help, it's a free meal! I helped Uncle Erbao pick a lot of dishes, but you didn't pick them!" Wang Tiantian said proudly.

Wang Ping'an smiled and looked at his father with a embarrassed and helpless look, his gloating expression was obvious.

Su Wenting changed the topic, stared at Wang Ping'an and said, "Seibao, it's good recently. He can cook food. You can cook the food at home in the future."

Wang Ping'an couldn't laugh at all, and it was a disaster!

But I am just a salted fish. I can bask in the sun occasionally. Isn’t it dry salted fish?

Wang Wencai had long been unable to hold it in his mouth. He had a piece of bamboo rat meat stuffed in his mouth, laughing and enduring it with great difficulty.

"Wencai, I heard that you hit me again when you practice driving?" Su Wenting finally noticed him, so she asked amiably.

"..." Wang Wencai's smile came to an abrupt end and he coughed violently.

"Mom, eat vegetables and try your son's skills. This is all learned from you. Check it out to see if you have one-tenth of your skills?"

Wang Ping'an has a strong desire to survive. He hopes to coax his mother well so that she will not feel bad. She will be full of ridicule and the little monsters on the entire map will be anxious.

Su Wenting nodded with satisfaction, ate a piece of bamboo rat meat that her son picked up, chewed it twice, and her eyes lit up slightly.

"Yes, this craft does have some skills..." As she said that, she picked up another piece and took two bites of rice.

This bamboo rat weighs four or five pounds, and the portion is a little more than a chicken. With dried bamboo shoots and mushrooms, a large pot was cooked, which was enough for several adults to eat.

After eating too much meat, another portion of bracken stir-fried with chili shreds became a delicacy to know about greasy food. The first thing to eat was to see the plate soon.

"Grandma, I picked these bracken, are they delicious? I will pick another basket tomorrow so that you can eat enough." Wang Tiantian was full, rubbed her belly to digest food, and showed off her attributes again.

"Thank you Tiantian, you are so capable. By the way, after the summer vacation, a kindergarten was opened in the town. Can you go directly to the senior class? Are you willing to go?"

"Okay, OK, I've watched it on TV. The kindergarten is so fun! There are many toys, many children, slides, and building blocks... But I'm afraid that my grandma won't let me go."

"Don't worry, I'll persuade you."

"Thank you grandma, I'll go back and tell my mother first!" When Wang Tiantian heard the news, she couldn't sit still, rubbed her belly and ran away with difficulty.

"Remember to close the iron railing door." Wang Ping'an shouted from behind.

"Don't worry..." As he said that, the small figure had run away in Taoyuan without a trace.

After Tiantian left, everyone quickly finished the dishes on the table. As for the food Su Wenting brought, it was not opened at all.

Wang Degui said he wanted to go to the construction site to take a look and slipped away quietly.

Su Wenting said she wanted to go back to clean up and went to school to work in the afternoon.

Wang Wencai was burping and was about to go out for a meal. He broadcasted for a while, but Wang Ping'an stopped him.

Let him rinse the pot and bowl, and after the meal, he needs to work more to better promote digestion.

Wang Wencai believed it. If he didn't believe it, he was afraid that he wouldn't have a chance to have a meal next time.

Wang Ping'an made a cup of tea, pulled a lounge chair, and sat under an old peach tree to enjoy the cool air. The breeze blew and the tea was drinking, so it was so comfortable.

Just as I was about to take out my cell phone and learn some social experience, I heard the shouts of the little boy from the orchard next door.

This is Wang Hongliang's son Lu Sheng. He is in the third grade this year. He is in his teens and is so cute that he is more cute than his father.

When the child was about to be born, the family was about to send his mother to the town hospital for delivery.

But before he could get to the place, he was born on the road, so he gave him such a monumental name.

"Uncle Erbao, is Teacher Su still here with you? My dad asked me to come to her and help me tutor the composition. The teacher will make corrections in the afternoon, and it's very urgent."

"Teacher Su is not here, he has already gone to school to work." Wang Ping'an replied lazily.

"Then... can you help me with the composition?" Lu Sheng asked in a question with uncertainty.

"I graduated from elementary school. Are you sure I'll ask me to tutor?" Wang Ping was happy, feeling that this child has too little social experience and needs to be tempered.

"..." Lu Sheng hesitated. If he hadn't been desperate, he wouldn't have begged him.

At this moment, Wang Wencai washed the pots and dishes, stood at the kitchen door and shouted: "Take it over, I'll help you with tutoring, graduate from college, and ensure quality."

"Who are you?" Lu Sheng asked with a look of alertness.

"..." Wang Wencai was heartbroken.

Because his family lives in a remote place and few people come out, many children don’t know him.

"Lu Sheng, don't worry, this is your Uncle Wencai, who graduated from college, and is very awesome." Wang Ping'an helped him entrust his letter.

"Oh, okay." Lu Sheng looked reluctant to make a difficult time.

Soon, Lu Sheng walked around through the gap in the house building, holding three or four large mangoes in his hand.

Children nowadays are very polite and never empty-handed when they find people to do things.

Wang Pingan took the mango happily. For some reason, he suddenly glanced at Wang Wencai, and Wang Wencai looked confused. He didn't understand what he was looking at him?

Do you envy yourself for graduating from college?

Haha, there is nothing I can do about it, this is something I can't envy!

He is born so smart. He is never afraid of exams or teachers assign homework.

Look, now that I have graduated from college and just came back, a village child came to ask me for homework.

The title of the composition assigned by Teacher Lu Sheng is called "My Ideal", which requires no less than 300 words, and there is no limit on the others.

When Wang Wencai saw this topic, his expression was complicated and he was silent for a long time.

It was not until Lu Sheng urged him that even the onlooker King Ping'an could not help but urged him that he began to explain and even helped write a paragraph.

Lu Sheng nodded frequently when he heard this, looking excited, feeling that today's homework was hopeful.
Chapter completed!