Yin and Yang mediator

From Lu Ci's point of view, although Xiao Liu is a land father-in-law reserve, he did not deliberately make things difficult for Zhao Bowen, but just used the same things and the same method to let Zhao Bowen have a personal experience.

If you experience it once, if you don't apologize, then experience it twice.

If it doesn't work twice, then three times.

If it doesn't work for one night, then experience it for a few more nights.

Anyway, the living soul can't be broken, even if it is tied into a sieve, Xiaoliu rubs it, and it will be the same as the new one.

As for whether Zhao Bowen has sincerely apologized... the living souls that have separated from the physical body have not been trained, and most of them cannot control their emotions, and they are very straightforward.

Of course, Zhao Bowen can only experience pain in a not-so-short period of time.

It hurts so much!

The small glass hot sauce bottle, not as big as two fists, fell from a high altitude and hit him, and he could clearly feel the bone being broken abruptly, making a clear breaking sound.If it hits a place with a little more flesh, the internal bones will also be twisted and broken.

In his nearly 40 years of life, he has never experienced such pain, and it has been repeated repeatedly without stopping.

Pain, despair, and even the illusion that Lu Ci was actually killed by him, and now he turned into a ghost to take revenge on him.

So, is it so painful to be hit by a falling object?

In order to save effort, he threw it casually, and it was really possible to kill people.

I don't know how long it took before he saw "Lu Ci who turned into a ghost" come to him, and the life that was smashed unevenly was like a thread: "I'm sorry, I really know that I was wrong. It was my fault, I shouldn't be throwing things... sorry..."

"Dad, are you dreaming?"

Zhao Bowen opened his eyes suddenly, feeling that he was still in pain, and the voice of his daughter seemed unreal through a layer of veil.

Sun Wenyin pushed him across the quilt: "Dad, why are you crying?" The teenage girl was wearing a school uniform, looked at the door, and leaned into Zhao Bowen's ear and said, "Dad, don't worry, it doesn't matter if you don't have a job anymore." , the big deal is to go to the construction site to move bricks. Don’t worry, I will grow up soon and earn money to support you.”

Zhao Bowen retorted subconsciously: "I don't need to move bricks! Damn girl, hurry to school!" He patted his daughter on the head, looked up to see Sun Yinxiang standing at the door with a bad face, "wife..."

Sun Yinxiang frowned impatiently: "Wake up and get up quickly, tomorrow you will pick up Yinyin to and from school. Yinyin, let's go!"

When the sound of the door being closed was heard, Zhao Bowen let out a long breath. As soon as he stepped on the ground after lifting the quilt, he shrugged like a conditioned reflex, as if he was dodging something.After a long time, he dawdled to the bathroom, picked up the toothbrush and flashed again, looked at the pale and haggard man in the mirror, suddenly raised his hand and slapped himself hard, and splashed cold water on his face: "Be sober!" I will apologize to Teacher Xiao Lu in a while, that's right. I have to apologize."

After finally tidying himself up and taking a mouthful of breakfast, he dodged left and right and sat on the sofa, feeling better, and called Gao Mei: "Mom, well, I'm fine. I'm going to Xiaolu in a while. There is no need for the teacher to issue a letter of understanding? You can't say that. I did something wrong, and I must apologize in person. My wife apologized for me because she was wronged...I don't feel sorry for me Who does my wife love?...You? I know you have been wronged...I...you are my mother, can you be the same as my wife? Mom! You are also in your 60s, can you be more rational? Your current The house is all bought by drinking incense, how can it be bad for you? Okay, you and sister must be serious about the training and exams, I don’t have a job now, I have to rely on drinking incense to support me, I don’t have money to pay fines for you.”

"What's wrong with the door-to-door son-in-law?" If he wasn't a door-to-door son-in-law, his salary all these years is not enough for the down payment of the current house.Don't say anything about family support.His father passed away early, and his mother has never worked since she got married, and her expenses are not low.After he started working, more than half of his monthly salary had to be paid to his family. "If I hadn't been a door-to-door son-in-law, I would still be renting a house. Isn't Yinyin very good, why do you want to have a second child? Boy? Our family doesn't Throne. Mom, Yinxiang and I are almost 40 years old. Even if we give birth to a child, who will take care of it? Don’t say you will take care of it. When Yinyin was born, you just took a look... Let’s talk about Yinxiang What about work? I don’t have a job right now, if something happens to Yinxiang’s work, shall we go drink Northwest Wind?”

As for what mattered the child's last name, it was his cub.His family cub is so filial, and said that he wants to make money to support his old father.

Well, the cub also said that he would let his old father move bricks.

He suddenly felt that being unemployed in middle age was nothing to be afraid of.My daughter is right, the big deal is to move bricks!

Forget it, don't worry about what's there and what's not, it's better to apologize first.

The dream from last night was still in front of him, he went out and looked at the elevator, feeling dizzy in his head, and finally chose the stairs, hobbling like an old man on crutches.

The apology was accompanied by Sun Yinxiang.

The couple were obviously full of apologies, but they didn't hold anything in their hands, and there was not 10 minutes before and after.

The two sat in the car, still in a daze for a while. They didn't expect things to go so smoothly, and they didn't even pay a penny for compensation.

Zhao Bowen sighed: "Mr. Xiao Lu is young, and his pattern and mind are really incomparable with mine. I have lived in vain for so many years."

"Just learn from it." Sun Yinxiang looked at him and rubbed his waist from time to time, "What's wrong with your waist?"

"It seems to be a bit twisted. Go back and pass by the pharmacy, just buy a plaster." Zhao Bowen frowned, and didn't know why his waist hurt more and more now because his nerves were tense just now, but when he thought of losing his job In the current situation, he still said, "I will go back in the afternoon to improve my resume and try to find a new job earlier."

Sun Yinxiang's salary has long been much higher than that of Zhao Bowen, plus half of Zhao Bowen's salary is given to Gao Mei, and the remaining half is spent on her daughter, but he doesn't care much about his income: "Well, I want to Compensation. Teacher Xiao Lu didn't ask for it, so we can't really refuse to pay any money."

"Wangxiang is rich now, and there is nothing we need to donate to." Zhao Bowen is from Wojiao City, and he lived very close to Wangxiang, so he bought a house in Wangxiang later.Many of his relatives and friends are visiting his hometown, and he has a fairly good understanding of the local situation.Thinking of the house, he laughed, "Let me tell you, our house in Wangxiang is very valuable now. If it weren't for the purchase restriction, the house price in this wave would be higher than that in Wojiao City, and it would not be a problem to double it."

Sun Yinxiang didn't care: "We need a house to live in, and whether the price goes up or not has nothing to do with us." She thought for a while, "How about we donate a Hope Primary School in the name of Teacher Xiao Lu. I asked, 50 will do."

In the past, both the husband and wife belonged to the high-income group, and the Sun family was rich, so there was no pressure from mortgages and car loans.Raising a gold swallowing beast, the small life is also very comfortable, but 50 is not a small amount.

Zhao Bowen subconsciously said: "The Yinyin's house..." After a pause, he sighed, "I will work hard in the future."

Sun Yinxiang looked at Zhao Bowen, started the car and left the chip factory, and said suddenly: "It feels like something happened to you this time, but you have changed. For the better."

Zhao Bowen thought about it too, nodded in agreement, and asked casually: "What do you want to eat tonight? I'll go to the vegetable market to buy it later."

Unlike the Zhao family who was entangled in the dinner dishes, Lu Ci was not entangled at all. He got stuck getting off work at 5 o'clock, rushed directly to the opposite supermarket, picked up a large bag...three large bags of flour, and rushed home.

He rode a shared bicycle into the house and asked the enthusiastic security guard to ride out and park it. Then he went into the kitchen, opened the tutorial and started learning how to knead dough.

Grandma Lu was outside the kitchen door listening to her grandson muttering inside: "Add water if there is too much noodles, and add noodles if there is too much water."

After a while, he muttered again: "High gluten, medium gluten, low gluten."

Through the stained glass door of the kitchen, Grandma Lu couldn't see clearly what was going on inside wearing presbyopic glasses, so she went out to pick a peach and asked, "Do you want to eat peaches? What are you doing?"

"Don't eat it yet." Lu Ci looked down at the dough, and was a bit stumped, "I don't know what to do. Hey, I'll talk about it when Brother Ah Shui comes back. I'll knead the dough first."

Kneading dough is a physical task, and no one in the Lu family is willing to knead dough.Usually, if I want to eat pasta that needs to be kneaded, I always buy it ready-made.

Grandma Lu glanced anxiously, but couldn't see anything through the basin, and went out with the peaches.

Here in Yuncheng, Xie Yibing usually returns home later than Lu Ci. By the time he returns home, Lu Ci has already received sufficient exercise and received a bowl of noodles, a bowl of noodles, and a bowl of noodles. , and two fawn hooves covered in flour.

When Xie Yibing dragged him to the faucet, he still didn't give up: "I've found the feeling, and I can knead it into a ball soon!"

Xie Yibing rolled his eyes: "You have more dough in your hand than in the basin, how do you knead it? There is a kitchen machine at home and you don't need it? Why waste all this effort?"

"That's different, I want to knead the living soul." He told Xie Yibing about Xiao Liu's manipulation of Zhao Bowen, "Isn't it not good to get started directly with the soul, why don't you knead the dough first and practice. I see Xiao Liu like this It's not that difficult."

Xie Yibing had never kneaded raw souls before, so he thought for a while and said, "I'll find a few raw souls to practice with, I guess the texture will be different from the dough. I'll teach you later."

He washed his hands, asked Lu Ci to eat the peaches first, and kneaded them into three smooth doughs in a few strokes: "Go and pick some shallots, and I'll bake you scallion pancakes to eat."

Lu Ci came back after picking the green onions, still gesticulating with his hands: "I think I knead it similarly to you, why is it different?"

Xie Yibing put his hands together with his and compared them: "Look, mine is called a hand, and yours is called a hoof."

Xiaolu educated the old ghost at home, and used a weapon—scallions.

The author has something to say:

Koyanagi's cooking class

Xiao Liu (=￣ω￣=): Take a tattered living soul.

Koyanagi (▼_▼): No need to add water.

Xiaolu (=￣ω￣=): Do you want to cheer up?

Koyanagi (▼_▼): No need, knead directly.Living soul does not stick hands.

Xiaolu (￣ω￣;): Ah, it fell apart.

The ghost o(*￣▽￣*)ブ: Master Xiaolu, come to hell to work when you have time~

（完）感谢在2021-11-2215:48:35~2021-11-2315:04:47期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angel who threw the mine: trace 1;

Thanks to the little angel of the irrigation nutrient solution: 2 bottles of cat and cat insects;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!