Professional Sugar Sprinkler Instruction Manual

Aunt Zhang is busy and calls everyone to have breakfast.

Only then did Ye Ya notice that Ji Huaiyuan was not in sight, he turned his head and asked Qian Qian in a low voice, "Brother Qian Qian, where is Uncle Ji?"

"I guess I'm writing a couplet." Qian Qian said casually, he was only thinking about the rich and delicious breakfast on the table, he went to bed late and woke up early yesterday, and his energy and energy have long been polished by Ji Jingyuan, that stinky shameless person, but he was helpless There is an unwritten rule in the Ji family. Everyone starts eating after Ji’s father put down his chopsticks. He swallowed, looked at Ye Ya, and suddenly an idea popped into his mind, and he smiled slyly, “Yaya, you go upstairs and call Ye Ya. Let's come down to eat, it's the third room on the right hand side on the second floor, and there's a potted Clivia plant in front of the door."

Ye Ya did not doubt that there was him, and replied, "Okay."

Ye Ya went upstairs to call someone, he knocked lightly on the door, and called softly, "Uncle Ji, are you in?"

The door opened from the inside, Ji Huaiyuan stood at the door, looked at him quietly, and said softly, "What's wrong?"

Ji Huaiyuan's shirt sleeves were folded up, revealing his graceful forearm. Ye Ya's eyes were a little erratic. He settled down and said, "I'll ask you to go downstairs for dinner."

"Okay." Ji Huaiyuan responded calmly, his eyes gliding across Ye Ya's face, then he took his hand without saying a word, led him into the room, and said softly: "Yaya, call me Uncle."

Ye Ya didn't expect that Ji's father was also in the study, and was startled suddenly. Seeing Ji's serious expression, his tongue became a little knotted, "Uncle, Uncle."

Ji's father looked Ye Ya up and down, and Ye Ya was even more at a loss when his eyes became sharper. He asked in a deep voice, "What grade are you in?"

Ye Ya's palms were breaking out in cold sweat. Ji's father's majestic and solemn aura made him dare not show his breath, and he didn't even dare to look at Ji Huaiyuan for help. He rolled his throat, bravely, and tried to make his voice more confident, " It's the third grade."

Ji's father Xu knew that he had frightened the child, so he looked away, swiped the brush and splashed the ink, and wrote down the strokes in a smooth and flowing manner. The vigorous and vigorous words appeared vividly on the paper, and asked casually: "Which high school do you want to apply for?"

Ye Ya shook her head and answered honestly: "No."

"It's already this time, and you still haven't decided which school to apply for?" Father Ji said displeased, with a rather disapproving expression.

Ye Ya's nerves were pulled out. From the looks of it, his uncle should value performance and ability. If he knew that his door was hung with a red light... Ye Ya took a deep breath, unable to imagine what the consequences would be.

At this time, Ji Huaiyuan finally spoke, as if to save Ye Ya, "Dad, it's time to go downstairs for dinner, don't keep everyone waiting."

"En." Father Ji put down the brush, and said solemnly, "Remember to post couplets with Jing Yuan after you have a good meal."

Ji Huaiyuan nodded, "Okay."

Father Ji went downstairs first, leaving Ye Ya staring at Ji Huaiyuan with wide-eyed eyes, patted his chest with lingering fear, and let out a long breath, "It's so serious, it scared me to death."

Ji Huaiyuan touched Ye Ya's head, his warm palm touched the soft hair tip, the light and soft touch made him slightly stunned, Ye Ya didn't notice anything, his attention was all attracted by the couplets on the desk , he carefully picked up a pair, put it in front of his eyes, and asked, "Uncle Ji, is this written by you or uncle?"

Ji Huaiyuan walked over to take a look, and said, "I wrote this one, and he wrote the other one."

Ye Ya looked at what Father Ji wrote again. The two handwriting styles are very different. Father Ji's vigorous and powerful style is quite typical of everyone, while Ji Huaiyuan's is clear and indifferent, which has a hint of indifference to fame and fortune, which is also in line with Ji Huaiyuan's temperament , quiet and leisurely, the words are like the person.

Ye Ya liked it more and more, looked up at Ji Huaiyuan, with bright eyes, "Uncle Ji, can you write a few words for me?"

Ji Huaiyuan chuckled lightly: "Which words?"

"I don't know." Ye Ya frowned, wanting Ji Huaiyuan to write some poems or something, but all he could think about was "moonlight in front of the bed" for a while, so he simply gave up, "Why don't you write my name."

Ji Huaiyuan leaned over to spread the rice paper flat, stared at it for a while, lightly grinded the ink, licked the pen again, and held the pen with his wrist hanging.

Ye Ya leaned her head closer to see each word falling on the paper.

"Trailing Paint"

Ji Huaiyuan lightly put the brush on the inkstone, "It's done."

Ye Ya didn't understand, tilted his head and asked, "What do you mean?"

Ji Huaiyuan said: "The words are derived from "Autumn Waters". Instead of leaving the bones as valuable, it is better to paint the tail."

Ye Ya frowned, and said distressedly: "I don't understand what you said even more."

"That is to say," Ji Huaiyuan thought for a moment, and then changed to an easy-to-understand phrase, "It's better to live than to die."

Ye Ya: "..."

Why did he think this was so wrong?

Even though he still didn't understand what it meant, Ye Ya still carefully put away the paper and hid it in a corner, and took it away when he got home, and went downstairs to have breakfast with Ji Huaiyuan after it was settled.

A bunch of people downstairs were waiting for the two of them. When Qian Qian saw them coming down, he was so excited that he almost cried, "It's finally here, I'm almost starving to death."

"Don't say unlucky words during the Chinese New Year." Father Ji frowned and scolded.

Qian Qian immediately frowned, "Okay, Dad."

Ji Huaiyuan took Ye Ya to a seat, and said in a low voice, "I'm sorry, I just wrote something, so there was a delay."

Ye Ya quickly followed suit and apologized: "I'm sorry."

After silently eating breakfast, Ji Huaiyuan and Ji Jingyuan went to post couplets. Ye Ya curiously wanted to follow, but Qian Qian quickly grabbed him and wanted to take him to play games.

After weighing it for a while, Ye Ya looked at Qian Qian's pitiful eyes and compromised: "Okay."

Qian Qian happily took Ye Ya to his room, turned on the computer, gave Ye Ya the desktop, turned on his laptop, and excitedly logged into the game, letting Ye Ya log into Ji Jingyuan's account.

Ye Ya looked at the game page and said dumbly, "Brother Qianqian, I don't know how to play games very much."

"It's okay, this game is very easy, and Jingyuan is the number one in the whole server. I bought a lot of equipment for it, and you won't die if you play blindly." Money didn't think so.

Ye Ya nodded, "Okay."

.

"Fuck! Yaya, blow his head! Explode! Swing and hit!" Qian Qian operated his fingers quickly, and shouted louder and louder, "You son of a bitch, I can't beat you to death!"

Ye Ya: "..."

Qian Qian stared at the screen and said anxiously: "Yaya, hit it fast! Why are you in a daze!"

Ye Ya shook, stopped moving, and sighed helplessly: "I really don't know how to do it, brother Qianqian, how about we play Fight the Landlord?"

"Ah! Don't stop!" Qian Qian was so anxious that he was about to get angry. Seeing that Ji Jingyuan's account was dead, he immediately lost his strength. He threw the mouse and collapsed on the chair in despair, "Yaya , It's a pleasure playing games with you."

Ye Ya rubbed her nose embarrassedly, "Sorry, shall we play Fight the Landlord?"

"What's so interesting about fighting landlords?" Qian Qian snorted, and suddenly he had a flash of inspiration, and he sat upright in an instant, "Shall we play ghost cards? With Jingyuan and Huaiyuan, it happens to be four of us."

"Draw a joke card?" Ye Ya was puzzled, but also quite curious, "What is that?"

Qian Qian explained the rules of the game to Ye Ya in detail, and after the two of them pasted up the couplets, they pulled them back to the room, and the four of them sat around a small square table with an unopened pack of playing cards in the middle.

To draw a ghost card is to draw a card clockwise to the player on the left after the players have divided the cards. If they can form a pair, they will be thrown into the pile. Only one ghost card will be left. lost.

The game is very simple, it is a casual puzzle card game.

Throw the dice to decide who will draw the cards first, and Ye Ya draws first. After the cards are divided, Ye Ya glances at the cards in his hand, heaves a sigh of relief, there are no ghost cards, and throws the pair into the pile. Seeing Qian Qian smiling slyly, meeting his gaze and deliberately raising his eyebrows, Ji Huaiyuan looked at the cards in his hand expressionlessly, and Ji Jingyuan had already put away the cards, and gently squeezed them with his right hand, quite confidently. a feeling of.

Looking at it this way, I really don't know who has the joker card.

Ye Ya started to draw money cards. The K card was not a ghost card, but it didn't form a pair. Qian Qian then drew Ji Jingyuan's cards. He smiled inexplicably and threw two cards down. Ji Jingyuan drew Ji Huaiyuan's cards. , without throwing the cards, Ji Huaiyuan looked at Ye Ya, watching his expression, touched the cards with his fingers, drew a card in the middle position, made a pair, and threw the cards.

After the next round, Ye Ya went to draw the money card again, and his face changed instantly when he saw it. He happened to draw the joker card, and it turned out that the joker card was in Qianqian's hands!

For a moment, the expression on Ye Ya's face changed unpredictably. The adults present were all smart people, and they could tell at a glance who was holding the joker card. Qian Qian smiled and drew cards without any pressure, and then it was Ji Huaiyuan's turn Yes, he only has two cards left. Ye Ya put the ghost cards on the far left, and deliberately put them up. He held the cards nervously, because his spirit was too tense, causing his eyes to blink unconsciously. .

Ji Huaiyuan stared at him, and asked warmly, "Which one should I draw? The middle or both sides?"

Ye Ya paused, then whispered, "To the left."

Ji Huaiyuan smiled, and then drew the joker card.

Ye Ya was really relieved, but in an instant, the air surged up again, his chest was swollen, Ye Ya put the cards away, and pressed his chest quietly, he sneaked a glance at Ji Huaiyuan, and saw that his expression was indifferent and composed He let go of his hand again, letting his heart beat excitedly and passionately.

His face was a little red, but his eyes were rigid.

He is finished.

He realized that he seemed to like Uncle Ji.

……

He is obviously cold and indifferent, but he is so gentle to him.

Too foul.