The furious Wang Hongquan still made Yang Huamei a little afraid, especially since he was making unreasonable troubles, and his momentum immediately weakened.

"Everyone comes to accuse me, making trouble, scolding, and roaring. I just want to find a good job for Dabai. What bad intentions do I have? It's easy for me! Wuwuwu...

"

Yang Huamei covered her face and cried into the kitchen.

Wang Hongquan was confused, but he sensed something was wrong from Yang Huamei's condemnation.

"Shuanzi, what's going on?" He turned around and knelt down in front of Wang Shuanzi again and asked.

Wang Shuanzi smiled bitterly and told Yang Huazhong what he had told him before.

"I told the truth, and the third brother also looked at the problem from an impartial standpoint. Maybe that's the case. Mei'er felt aggrieved after being said a few words..."

Wang Shuanzi's voice became softer and softer as he spoke. He glanced at the kitchen and did not dare to say anything further.

Wang Hongquan also understood what he heard, sighed, helped Wang Shuanzi get up and walked to the main room. When he passed by the door of the kitchen, he deliberately said loudly: "The road must be walked step by step, and the meal must be eaten one bite at a time. When the time comes, everything will come naturally. If you are in a hurry,

What? We know such a smart kid..."

"Dad, please stop talking." Wang Shuanzi reminded.

Wang Hongquan looked away and helped him into the main room to rest.

In the kitchen, Yang Huamei leaned against the pot and complained to herself that she shouldn't have lost her temper.

Shuanzi said a few fair words to his third brother, but then he lost his sense of proportion. Alas, it really shouldn't have happened.

However, you can't blame yourself for this. Any mother would be anxious when she sees her fourteen-year-old son without any skills.

…

Mrs. Sun put breakfast on the table, including porridge, pickles, and some fresh and tender corn cobs.

"What did you and Meier say outside the yard earlier? I heard you say something about her?"

Mrs. Sun placed the two chopsticks neatly on Yang Huazhong's bowl and glanced at him.

When he wasn't smiling, his expression was a little serious, his eyes looking at the porridge in the bowl, but his mind seemed not to be at the dinner table.

Hearing Sun's question, Yang Huazhong came to his senses and had nothing to hide, so he told Sun about Yang Huamei's previous entrustment.

"I thought it was a big deal, but it turns out it's just for this!"

Sun smiled and said, "Mei'er's most proud thing is that she gave birth to a pair of twins. In her eyes, they are naturally good at everything. Qing is his nephew after all. He and her aunt don't get around very much. Qing

It’s true that I haven’t read as many books as Dabai. Mei’er doesn’t mean any harm by comparing this to me, so don’t take it to heart.”

Yang Huazhong shook his head, "I don't want to take this kind of thing seriously. I'm just thinking about it. Understanding this situation, what kind of skills should I learn?"

Mrs. Sun also ate pickles and porridge and helped us think about it.

"Listen to Mei'er, the craft can't rely solely on brute force, it can't be climbed, and it can't be too messy... Well, what do you think about learning to make noodles or steamed buns?"

Yang Huazhong thought about it for a moment, "This is all craft work. It involves eating. It's not messy or tiring. You just have to be patient."

"If you do well, you can even open a shop. I think it will work. Mother Qing'er, you are so awesome. You thought of it all at once."

Seeing Yang Huazhong's sudden enlightenment, Sun also smiled.

"Then you eat quickly. When you're done, talk to Mei'er and hear what they think."

Yang Huazhong had breakfast, picked up his hoe and put on his straw hat. He was originally going to the fields to see the water in the ditches.

Thinking about Dabai's affairs, I took an extra mile to go to Wang Hong's family.

Wang Hongquan and his family were sitting around in the main room having breakfast. The bowls of the three adults were full of porridge and pickles, and Dabai's bowl was a bowl of poached eggs.

The weather was hot, so Dabai had no socks on his feet, his trousers were rolled up to his knees, one leg was on a stool, and the other was dangling on the ground.

He picked up the white and tender poached egg with the tip of his chopsticks, bit off half of it in one bite, and then in another bite, the whole poached egg was in his mouth.

"Here comes the third child." Wang Hongquan sat facing the door and saw Yang Huazhong at a glance.

Yang Huamei and Wang Shuanzi also put down their chopsticks and stood up to greet them. One moved the stool and the other poured tea.

Dabai was sitting there lazily. When he heard the noise, he raised his head and looked at Yang Huazhong blankly, his cheeks bulging.

"Dabai, what are you doing in a daze? Hurry up and call your uncle!"

Wang Hongquan quickly gave instructions.

"Uncle..." Dabai called out vaguely.

"Eh."

Yang Huazhong nodded, took off his straw hat, put down his hoe, and sat down on the stool brought by Wang Shuanzi.

"Third brother, drink tea."

"Hey, okay, Mei'er, you can go on and eat."

Yang Huamei stood aside. She knew that Yang Huazhong must have something to do when he came here, so she shook her head: "I'm full."

"Third brother, have you come here to know something about learning arts?" she asked again.

Before Yang Huazhong opened his mouth, Dabai swallowed the egg in his mouth hard, and his eyes widened in surprise: "Mom, who wants to learn art? I never said I wanted to learn art!"

Yang Huamei glared at Dabai: "What did you say when you were harvesting the wheat last time? You said you didn't want to be a farmer with your face turned to the earth and your back to the sky. You wanted to be a craftsman. Isn't that what you said!"

After Dabai thought about it, it seemed that it was true.

So, he also looked at Yang Huazhong curiously: "Third uncle, what good craftsmanship have you found for me?"

Yang Huazhong looked at Dabai with gentle and encouraging eyes: "Let's learn how to make noodles or steamed buns, okay?"

When Dabai heard this, he threw away his chopsticks and waved his hands vigorously.

"Don't be kidding. It's said in the book that a gentleman is far away from the kitchen. Those things are made by women. I'm a man and won't do them!"

If Xiao Hei, Bingbing and the others knew about it, they would still laugh to death.

Wang Shuanzi glanced at Dabai angrily: "Masons and carpenters are men, so go ahead!"

Dabai raised his lame leg and said, "Dad, you are telling lies with your eyes wide open. With my leg, if we stand on the ridge of someone else's house, you and I will have to send someone with white hair to give someone with black hair!"

Wang Shuanzi's expression suddenly changed.

Wang Hongquan also darkened his face: "That's nonsense!"

Yang Huamei rushed over and slapped Dabai on the forehead: "Bah, bah, bah, you talk a lot about sports cars, you can't speak properly in front of your third uncle?"

Dabai chuckled, his eyes flashing with a cunning light.

Yang Huazhong saw it in his eyes and felt worried in his heart.

Here, Yang Huamei pushed Dabai's other leg off the stool, turned around and smiled at Yang Huazhong with an embarrassed look, and asked with a bit of flattery: "Third brother, learn to make noodles and make noodles..."

Dabai has never held a rolling pin since he was a child, and he can’t even cook rice. I’m worried that he won’t be able to learn it well if I ask him to learn it!”
Chapter completed!