Quick Travel: From Beginner to Master

At around five o'clock in the afternoon, Ling Liang went to the city to pick up He Lipeng, the original owner's son.

He Lipeng is six years old this year. His parents are handsome men and beautiful women, so he is naturally good-looking.

The child has a crew cut, a round face with a little baby fat, thick eyebrows, and good mountain roots. His lips are pressed tightly, and a pair of dark eyes are looking at the front.

The original owner's son is good in every way, but is this kid too quiet?

Ling Liang saw that Xiaopeng had a serious face and said nothing the whole way back from school. The other children were holding their parents' hands and making requests, or chattering about interesting things that happened during the day. Only he, and Walking sullenly beside the adults.

When passing by the door of the toy store, Ling Liang slowed down and asked if he wanted to go in and have a look, and if there was anything he liked, he could buy it.

Xiaopeng didn't say anything and shook his head, indicating that he didn't want it. Ling Liang stopped thinking and pulled him to continue walking towards the community.

After entering the living room and putting Xiaopeng's schoolbag away, Ling Liang poured him a glass of water and asked him to wait for a while before going to the kitchen to cook.

At noon, He's father and He's mother had takeout, and Ling Liang found two pieces of bread in the original master bedroom to satisfy his hunger.They are adults, so one meal is not a big deal, but children still need to eat healthily.

After placing three home-cooked dishes of hot and sour shredded potatoes, tomato and winter melon soup, and fried lamb with green onions on the table, Ling Liang brought out two bowls of vegetable and egg noodles, and went to call Xiaopeng over for dinner, but found that he was doing homework in the room.

"I'll finish my homework later, and eat the food first." Ling Liang suggested.

Xiaopeng looked up at him, then lowered his body to write and draw on the scratch paper, "Mom, I still have 72 questions to finish, so I can't go out."

Seven, 72 questions?And there are 72 questions left?

What kind of school is this with so many homework assignments? !

Ling Liang walked over in surprise and saw that the question number in Xiaopeng's exercise book spread out on his desk had reached 28, which meant that he had to write one hundred questions.

Ling Liang frowned and calmly asked Xiaopeng about the specific situation.

The child held a pencil and said gloomily: "Grandma said that my grades are very poor and she wants me to play less with my classmates and write more homework in the exercise book. She also said that I have to keep walking to catch up. The tortoise is in front of the hare. Only by studying diligently can I make my stupid head smarter."

What are these words!

If he didn't know where Mother He was wandering with her husband, Ling Liang would have arrested him and apologized to Xiaopeng.

Xiaopeng is just a student who has just started school, and he still has a long way to go to learn. What does the score in the first grade mean? Can it still be compared with the college entrance examination results?

Besides, Xiaopeng didn't do badly in the exam. He was among the top five in the class and scored above [-]% in every subject. That's good enough. Why is he so strict with his children?

Ling Liang closed his exercise book and said, "The food is almost out of steam. Let's go over there quickly. We'll make everything you like."

Xiaopeng hesitated and refused to leave, "But grandma has to check at eight o'clock, and she will be angry if she doesn't finish writing."

After finishing speaking, he added in a low voice: "Grandma is terrible when she is angry."

Ling Liang smiled and said, "Don't be afraid. With me here, what can she do to you?"

Xiaopeng thought for a while, packed up his stationery, jumped down from the chair, and went to have dinner with Ling Liang.

Seeing that there were only two of them at the table, Xiaopeng silently put his chopsticks back and asked Ling Liang: "Aren't we waiting for dad and the others?"

Ling Liang: "No wait, who knows when they will come back? Let's eat ours."

Xiaopeng looked at his mother in confusion, but obediently buried his head in eating.

After tasting two mouthfuls of egg noodles in the bowl, Xiaopeng secretly glanced at Ling Liang and pursed his lips. Ling Liang noticed his little movement and quickly looked over, asking with concern: "What's wrong?"

"No, it's fine."

Xiaopeng timidly answered Ling Liang, but he ate very little for this dinner.

Ling Liang watched the child quickly clean up a bowl of noodles, leaving the other dishes untouched. After finishing the meal, he quietly returned to the room. He couldn't help but doubt himself, "No, my cooking skills are beyond words." Top-notch, that’s not bad, I’ve worked with several master chefs, and I’m pretty good at famous dishes from the eight major cuisines, so why can’t I please even a kid?”

999 also couldn’t understand, “Maybe, today’s children are too picky?”

Ling Liang put away the dishes and said depressedly: "Xiao Peng is not a picky child. It must be that the food is not to his taste. I will try to improve it later."

After washing the pots, dishes and dishes, He's father and He's mother are back.

They went to the community for a long time, firstly to relax, and secondly to spread the glorious story of their daughter-in-law.

Hearing that everyone unanimously criticized the lazy and slippery daughter-in-law and expressed deep sympathy for the old couple, the He family's parents suddenly felt relieved.

As soon as I got home, my face drooped again.

The aroma of the food had not yet dissipated in the air. He's mother rushed to the kitchen decisively and saw Ling Liang putting the knives back to their original places. He glanced at her indifferently and raised his feet to walk out.

"Xiaoye, have you eaten?" He mother said in a bad tone.

Ling Liang sneered, "This is not an obvious fact, Auntie."

Aunt?

It was only then that Mother He realized that her daughter-in-law had given her a new name. She used to call her after her son.

Putting down this unhappiness, Mother He continued: "Sichen didn't come back, and my father-in-law and mother-in-law were also outside, so you ate it first? Xiaoye, I'm not talking about you as a mother-in-law. I don't think of you as a daughter-in-law..."

"Mom, I'm back."

The sound of He Sichen entering the room came from the living room, and He's mother's expression became more vivid. She looked at Ling Liang proudly, and Ling Liang raised her eyebrows and smiled, "Oh, I have a son to support me. I'm so scared. I'm not happy yet." Go complain."

Mother He glared at him angrily and ran out to complain to her son like a gust of wind.

After hearing her complaints, He Sichen unbuttoned the top two buttons of his suit shirt and pressed his cheek. Two seconds later, he said to his mother: "Mom, don't worry, after tonight, she will be better than before." Well-behaved."

"I want to teach you a lesson!"

He's father chatted next to him, and the boss said unhappily: "You try your best to support her, but she still wants to climb on top of our He family. It's such a disgrace to her. It's okay to keep going like this!"

He Sichen patiently coaxed his parents for a long time, and when he looked at Ling Liang again, his eyes were filled with strange light.

He said: "Ziling, I think we need to have a good talk."

Ling Liang changed the topic and suggested sincerely: "Aren't you hungry? Get something to fill your stomach quickly."

After all, this was probably the last meal that went smoothly for He Sichen in his life.