"grandfather!!"

"grandfather!!"

One night passed and the next morning came.

Qi Yuncheng and Song Yi came over with their two children to visit their master and his wife.

As soon as he arrived at the door of his house, he shouted enthusiastically and rushed towards Guo Degang, who had been waiting for a long time.

Guo Degang was so happy that he couldn't even hold one in one hand, especially Xixi who had become heavy, making it difficult to pick him up.

"Come on, come on, there is delicious food here. I bought it for you. Do you like it?"

"like."

Guo De knew what his children loved so well that he had someone buy some things for them early in the morning, and now he just gave them to them.

I saw the two children happy.

The house gradually became lively.

Naturally, Guo Fenyang was also there. His body shape was among the fattest among the children. With this gene, he would gain weight no matter how much he ate.

However, he is a little younger than Xixi, and girls develop faster in the early stage.

So when there are a bunch of kids in a group, she is basically the king of the kids and often plays with them here and there.

While they were playing, the adults also gathered together to chat and talk.

It's almost lunch time.

After a while, Song Yi followed the mistress to the kitchen to work.

But when I saw my daughter going to the kitchen, Guo Degang was sitting at home looking most depressed.

Not many people came today, just a few of them had lunch together.

Yang Jiulang and Xiao Meng, who usually come here, are not here. They have a performance in the afternoon.

"I was worried about my daughter's cooking yesterday, but I didn't expect it to happen today."

Guo Degang spoke slowly, his voice very soft, for fear that a third person would hear him.

Qi Yuncheng was amused, "Master, are you still afraid?"

"It's not that I'm afraid, I'm afraid that it's too salty, and then I can't refute my daughter's face."

"Isn't that afraid?"

Qi Yuncheng directly exposed the master, but immediately said, "Don't worry, Song Yi's cooking skills are much better and he won't make such elementary mistakes anymore.

You also know that if you’ve done it a lot, you’ll be able to cook without having to talk too much.”

"I hope so."

Guo Degang was still worried about the taste of his daughter's food. Wang Hui looked like that at first, so one can imagine how bad it would be.

But we can't keep looking at the kitchen and chatting with Yuncheng to distract our attention.

What else can we talk about?

Theater, drum music club, etc.

Especially for the Guqu Club, they don't need to worry too much.

When they went to record, the tickets were all full.

In addition, there are some old gentlemen who specially take their children to study at their own homes. It is these children who are specially taken care of and have become good seedlings.

He seems to be a rising star in the drum music youth team.

In fact, not only his students are learning from the old gentleman, but Qi Yuncheng, who likes drum music, is also learning.

But his studies are different from those of students.

By learning cross talk on my own, I can play most drum songs, and if I have some basic skills, I will ask for advice from time to time backstage.

But no matter how much I ask for advice, it’s impossible to practice every drum piece I come into contact with to a certain extent.

If you really learn everything to a certain extent, you will never do anything else for the rest of your life.

I can only say that when I see my husband, I ask him a few words, and when he is not there, I listen to him on my own. I will be satisfied if I become more and more diligent.

Cross talk is just like that, you have to pretend to be everything, but it will basically not be better than professionals.

The energy is there.

At most there are one or two top-notch ones.

This is also the reason why I didn’t take Teacher Wen Aiyun’s advice in the first place. If you like it, you will definitely like it, but you must be professional to take the advice.

For this reason, he knew that even if he was the best drummer, Jingyun Dagu, he didn't do too much and left everything to Lanlan.

She will be professional in the future.

"How's it going? How do you plan to praise Lanlan in the future? If you want to praise Lanlan, it's time to do so. The students of the Drum Music Club are starting to get on the right track one by one."

The topic suddenly got here, and Guo De just asked.

Praising crosstalk actors is what Guo Degang does every year.

Even this year it was Zhang Jiuling and his couple.

As for the drummer, he couldn't do it and could only wait and see what Qi Yuncheng and Wang Hui planned to do.

But what else could Qi Yuncheng do? He was worried next to his master, "Singing drums with Lan Lan in his arms? That's right, right? She also wanted to talk about cross talk. It was all agreed by you."

Otherwise, you can praise her for her cross talk.

This year’s mandarin jacket will be given to her.”

"Ha ha ha ha!"

Seeing the helpless look of his child, Guo Degang was extremely happy and couldn't stop laughing, "Girls are fun, so why don't you show her a lesson?"

Which small theater is fun? If you take her to play, what a big deal."

"I'm afraid that every time there is a first time, there will be a second time. From now on, I will talk about cross talk instead, and you still keep agreeing."

"No, children are actually very sensible and know what is important and what is light."

How could Qi Yuncheng not understand what the master said?

Lan Lan is indeed a very good child, he doesn't understand things, and he loves to play very much.

But just when the two men were chatting.

There was a sound from the kitchen.

"We're ready to eat. I've made several dishes."

Hearing her mother's voice, Xixi was the first to get excited, gave the toy to her brother, turned around and ran to the kitchen.

"Xixi, come and serve it, Xixi, come and serve it."

When it comes to serving dishes and eating, she is incredibly active.

It is precisely because of this that she is so cute. Guo De just saw her and his heart almost melted. She is such a cute little girl.

However, his expression changed in the next second.

"Good guy, how many dishes did my daughter cook? Yuncheng, you can do some cooking for me. How about you go over and take a look."

"OK."

Standing up helplessly, Qi Yuncheng went into the kitchen to find out how many dishes his wife had cooked.

When you go in, you will be stunned.

The master's wife happily said: "Today, in addition to the soup, the sweet and sour pork ribs were all made by my daughter."

"Ah? She did it all?"

Qi Yuncheng had to be shocked, knowing that he had made many of them.

Seeing her husband's expression, Song Yi took off her apron and said confidently: "Who are you looking down on? My wife taught me, I know how to do it, you know? And I tasted it, it tastes very good, my wife taught me step by step."

"Then can I try it first?"

"Try it."

Wang Hui brought a plate of food to her child, with a visible sense of accomplishment on her face, because it was not easy to teach her daughter this.

After tasting it, Qi Yuncheng really thought it was good.

Not like usual.

But telling the master would probably shock him, and he might not even believe it.

"Dad, give the food to Xixi, don't finish it alone."

While he was tasting it, the little girl at his feet suddenly said something anxious. Qi Yuncheng almost forgot about her and immediately handed over the plate of ribs to his wife.

"Be careful, don't drop it."

"Um."

After a while, Xixi started serving food to the family, and she looked like she was very good as soon as she served the food.

The others didn't waste any time and quickly prepared the meal.

But serving rice is Xixi’s job.

Stand next to the rice cooker with a bowl and a rice spoon.

"How much does Grandpa want to eat?"

"Just a small bowl will do. I'm not too hungry."
To be continued...