Longing for the Art of Life King

"Mr. Huang, good morning."

"Morning, Xiaoyang, I'm cooking millet porridge."

"No wonder I say it smells so good."

This is Huang Lei. After he made a mistake, he will soon realize it, but he will not come to apologize, but take other ways to apologize.

Just like today, before that, he would never take the initiative to make breakfast, because the breakfast time belonged to the gold master's father, but today is different, he knows that Su Yang doesn't like to drink rice porridge for breakfast, so he specially gets up to make millet porridge, which is regarded as Kind of an apology.

The two smiled at each other, everything was in silence.

Millet porridge, served with all-purpose pickles, this is their breakfast, simple and delicious.

"After dinner, we still have to grind out this cornmeal, anyway, sooner or later, right?"

"Okay!" Su Yang nodded and said, "Leave this to me and Reba."

"Success." Huang Lei nodded, and then said, "Teacher He and I will clean up the house."

"it is good."

After eating, everyone began to divide and cooperate.

Mr. He went to wash the dishes, Huang Lei started to tidy up the house, Su Yang and Reba naturally spent their time with the cornmeal here.

"Reba, you just use this machine to peel off the corn, and I'll be in charge of grinding, okay?"

".‖OK."

Men and women match, work should be tiring or tiring.

For Su Yang, the grinding thing was fine, mainly because he didn't get used to it at first, and it was a bit laborious, but he got used to it soon, and found that grinding was much easier than he imagined.

On Reba's side, she wasn't tired. She peeled the corn kernels slowly, and when she got tired, she got up and swayed. Later, Teacher He came to help after washing the dishes. Generally speaking, she was quite comfortable.

But this work efficiency is not worth mentioning.

"If you keep grinding like this, when will you be able to finish ten catties of cornmeal?"

"Take your time, this iron pestle can be ground into a needle."

Hearing Su Yang's omnipotent words of comfort, Teacher He and Reba both cast contemptuous looks.

"By the way, Mr. He, is there any guest today?"

"I don't know?" Mr. He looked around the room and said, "No one has called at this moment, so the one who promised should not come."

"Doesn't that mean that there is no more wine to drink?"

"You are really enough." Teacher He roared, "We are inviting friends to come over."

Speaking of this, Teacher He suddenly changed his tone, "By the way, let them bring two more bottles of wine."

"hehe"

This time, it was Su Yang's turn to despise him.

Just as he was making noise here, he suddenly heard the sound of the roller being dragged.

"Anyone here?"

"Didn't you call?"

"My wine is gone."

Three people, three different reactions, Su Yang's this one, as always, owed it.

The next moment, I saw a man and a woman, pushing the door and entering

"Is anyone there? There are guests at home."

"Hi, hello!".

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Seeing the person coming, Teacher He suddenly became excited, "Ah, Quaner, Binbin."

Reba also stood up quickly, and said hello respectfully, "Hello, Teacher Ren Quan, and Hello, Teacher Binbin."

Su Yang didn't say hello, but got up to say hello.

But Su Yang's inactivity doesn't mean that he doesn't get much attention.

"You are Su Yang."

Seeing that Li Binbin recognized him at a glance, Su Yang was still quite confused.

"Um, I am."

"Haha, your fade is so fun, I also recorded the dance, have you seen it?"

"Forehead"

Su Yang really hasn't read it, but isn't it impolite to say that at this time?

Fortunately, at this time, Huang Lei from inside the house heard the sound, "Haha, why are you?"

"That's right, I didn't make a phone call before I came." Teacher He followed with a smile, "It made us feel embarrassed to make a request."