My plug-in is not that strong

Chapter 135 Master
After Song's mother went out, the three of them had already sat down again.

Song Yu sat on the left side of the main sofa, Song's father sat in the middle, and Lao Sun chose to lean against Song Yu and sat on the single sofa on the side.

Seeing that her father was still silent, Song Yu comforted her, "Don't worry, Dad. You see, our first garbage disposal plant was opened quite well, and this time it's fine."

Dad sighed: "I heard that your factory is not yet profitable. But I don't care about you anymore. You two brothers can go to work. At worst, I will support you when I come back."

When Song Yu heard the first half of the sentence, he just wanted to feel embarrassed, but when he heard the second half of the sentence, he was suddenly moved.

"Thank you dad!"

The old grandson on the side was quite shocked. He thought that the master just wanted to start a business in his hometown, but he didn't expect that his master had already built a factory, and another one was under construction.

Sure enough, he is an expert, with great courage.

"Master... Boss Song, you still have a sewage treatment plant? It doesn't seem to go well with wine, does it?" Old Sun said in surprise.

Song Yu looked at him and said ambiguously, "Oh, yes. But it's necessary."

"I'll take you around the factory in a while, and then I'll introduce you to the situation." Song Yu added.

And since Papa Song drank the wine that Song Yu gave him with body-modifying agents, his hearing power has obviously improved a lot.

Hearing the word 'teacher' just now, and looking at Song Yu's lack of respect for his new employee, he was sure that the two had other relationships.

It's not the kind of relationship I thought at first, but it won't be a pure employment relationship.

Father Song asked Lao Sun some questions, and Lao Sun answered them cordially and enthusiastically. After all, he is Master's father and should be respected.

And Song Yu also came out to explain from time to time, but the relationship and atmosphere were much milder.

After a while, Mother Song held the apron in one hand and opened the door with the other: "Let's eat, we can talk after we eat."

Lao Sun was not too polite, and went to have breakfast with Brother Song and his master who had just had a good chat.

Although I have eaten very well in the past few days, there are many delicacies in the ancient capital, such as duck blood vermicelli and soup dumplings, but I still miss the simple and light feeling of cooking by myself.

Moreover, since Qianqian's mother passed away, he seldom eats home-cooked meals.

So this morning, he and his master's family ate very deliciously. They wiped out a few big buns that Song Ma had steamed, a big bowl of white rice porridge, half a grilled chicken, and a few dishes of side dishes.

"Hi~ Master, I ate a lot, it's delicious." Lao Sun put down his chopsticks, and said comfortably.

As soon as the words fell, the family of three stopped eating and looked at the old grandson in shock.

Song's father and Song's mother were also shocked at the beginning, mainly because they felt that he ate a little too much, and he might have been hungry all night.

Now I was shocked because he called out, Master.

And Song Yu was shocked because it was so difficult to explain to his parents if he decided not to call him Master, but Boss Song.

If he can say what he promised after a meal, it would be strange if he can keep the secret entrusted to him.

Seeing that everyone stopped eating, Lao Sun looked at him, knowing that he had made a slip of the tongue, and quickly picked up another bun and ate it.

Song's father and Song's mother looked at Song Yu, hoping to give a reasonable explanation.

Song Yu pretended to be relaxed and said: "Oh, he is indeed my apprentice, but I think this name is not very good, so it is better to use the boss."

Parents were even more shocked after hearing this, are they really apprentices? !
I thought I heard it wrong.

Aren't apprentices all apprentices of carpenters, bricklayers and other masters, and there is no such rule now?

Besides, what can my son teach this middle-aged man?

Song Yu saw his parents' doubts, and pretended to be profound and explained: "I have some skills, he wants to learn from me, and prepares to apply them in practice."

Although the second elder was puzzled, he felt that this was obviously not the whole story, so he still looked skeptical.

Song Yu forcefully explained a few more sentences, and specifically cited the example of the winery, so that his parents believed so much.

During this period, Lao Sun ate another steamed stuffed bun, plus half a bowl of porridge, which was too much for him.

When tidying up the dishes, Song Yu asked his mother, "Mom, where is my brother?"

"Song Yuan, I heard that the factory is very busy recently, so I live there, anyway, there is also a cafeteria."

"Oh, then I'll take Uncle Sun to see it later." Song Yu said.

After packing, Song Yu put the luggage in his old house, took out gifts for his parents, and distributed them.

I found out the ones for my brother and his girlfriend, and sent them over by the way.

Mom and Dad thought he was spending too much money, but they couldn't help being happy, so they accepted everything.

As for Lao Sun, after eating, he went for a walk in the yard. He ate too much and had to digest it.

He first saw Rhubarb being breastfed. Its yellow fur is soft and its body looks very strong, especially its pair of dog eyes, which are bright and revealing spirituality.

Even the puppies are very energetic, with beautiful and shiny fur.

It's no wonder that he is the watchdog of the master's house.

No wonder it wasn't bitten by a dog when it entered the door just now. It can't tell the difference between good and bad people.

Then, I glanced at the lush vegetables in the yard. It was already autumn, but it was still green.

Finally, his eyes fell on the chicken coop that was enclosed in the corner of the yard.

It has been nearly a month and a half, and the chicks have grown to the size of half a palm, but Ah Hua, who is dedicated to her duties, still takes them around every day.

But the chick is always a pheasant, its feathers are almost grown, and it wants to fly every day, so I can see a chick flying up from time to time and hitting the barbed wire on the top.

At this time, the hen Ahua would come over and cluck comfortingly, while beating the chicks with her feathers, as if punishing these little guys.

In the eyes of this old grandson, these chickens are amazing.

Simply speaking, this seemingly ordinary old hen, with its feathers, demeanor, and care for the chicks from time to time, can be called a magic chicken.

It is as if the hen has the soul of an overworried and helpless old mother in her body.

Lao Sun never knew before that a chicken could have such complex emotions.

And these chicks are obviously not the mother hen's own, with the characteristics of the previous pheasant.But each feather is also very bright, which makes the already beautiful pheasant feathers even more beautiful.

Lao Sun tried to call such a spiritual hen with the voice of calling chickens in his hometown, but he didn't expect the hen to ignore it as if he hadn't heard it, and his arrogant appearance was exactly like a human being.

Sure enough, the chickens at Master's house were all unusual.

That's right, Lao Sun attributed this obviously abnormal hen family to his master's being different.

This made Lao Sun more determined that the koji provided by the master would not be ordinary, and he was more confident in the construction of the winery.

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