Chapter 642 Advancement can be like a fish in water, retreat can be arranged like a duck
This is how laymen watch the doorway, and experts watch the fun.
A layman saw that Zhang Yong, who looked like a man, also led a project, and it was assumed that he had earned a lot of money.
Experts can see at a glance that the little money he earns is actually not very glorious.
At the expense of relationships.
While Zhang Yongcheng was stunned, he felt that there was no place to put this old face.
Just like this, he sighed again and again.
After sighing, Wu Yuan pushed him away and said, "Yongcheng, take those gifts back and think about it. It's not too late to come to me after you think about it."
As a result, Zhang Yongcheng walked away sullenly.
did not take away those gifts.
With his current wealth, Wu Yuan doesn't care about the canned cigarettes and alcohol.
But it can also be seen from this incident that Zhang Yongcheng, yes, will come to trouble.
It's no wonder that he did well in his previous life and later.
Although the word of mouth is not good, but the rich is the master.
After Zhang Yongcheng left, Wu Yuan nailed a solid blackboard shelf in a few clicks.
Even with it, it was polished with sandpaper.
In case the children and Mr. Song accidentally touch it, they will get barbs or something.
This small job is not a big deal to him.
It's just that the dog days are a bit embarrassing, and it still makes him drenched and sweating profusely.
Wu Yuan put the shelf under the eaves of the porch, washed his hands by the tub, took off his undershirt by the way, and went bare-chested.
Daughter-in-law Yang Luoyan had already helped him get ready for a change of clothes in the living room.
Seeing this, he asked: "You haven't come in to cool off, is it addictive to bask in the sun?"
Wu Yuan went into the freezer in the garage, picked out a mung bean popsicle, tore off the wrapping paper, put it in his mouth and said, "I made the crayfish and rice field eels with my hands, and I'll cook them for you and the children, and then I'll go straight to the county gone."
Yang Luoyan was about to go out when he heard the words: "Let me pull a table fan for you to blow on. Although it's hot wind, it's better than no wind, right?"
"No need," Wu Yuan hurriedly stopped him, "Blowing is also sweating, and not blowing is also sweating. To me, what's the difference? On the contrary, if you blow, no matter how busy you are, you will sweat."
Yang Luoyan had no choice but to settle for the next best thing: "Then you can do the same. Anyway, you and dad won't be at home for dinner tonight. Mom and I can't eat much with a litter of children."
Wu Yuan thought about it, and he was right.
Eat good things slowly, pay attention to a long flow of water.
What's more important is that if the children's mouths are closed in one meal, what will they do in the rest of the day?
So I ate the mung bean popsicles in two bites in three bites. Taking advantage of the sweetness and coolness in my mouth, I found a hot climbing stool, sat by the tank, and started to handle the crayfish.
Because compared with rice field eels, these twenty catties of crayfish are not easy to store for a long time.
Yang Luoyan in the living room came out to find a straw hat and put it on for his man.
The living room on the second floor.
During the interval between Professor Song Chunhong and her children, she looked at the calm figure in the yard from the window from time to time.
It's hard to imagine that a big boss who has done such a big business outside can hold his breath, sit still, and do these trivial things at home when he returns home.
Looking at it, the eyes can't help being a little fascinated.
Wu Yuan was completely unaware of this.
Compared to Song Chunhong's gaze drifting over from the second floor from time to time, the feeling of the blazing sun shining on her body is much more obvious.
In addition to the thirteen-spice seasoning powder at home, they are all ready-made.
After many days, Wu Yuan returned to his old job, and it was still smooth and smooth, pleasing to the eye.
On the contrary, if someone comes to help, not to mention not being able to keep up with his rhythm, it may disrupt his rhythm.
Soon, the cooking smoke in the stove rose up.
Thanks to the fact that when the kitchen was first built, there were enough windows and the air duct was cleverly designed.
On the one hand, it is for lighting, and on the other hand, it is also for ventilation.
Although it is said that there is not much difference between whether it is ventilated or not, at least when the stove is heated up, the whole room will be steamed, and people cooking in it will not sweat so much that they cannot be wiped off and fall directly into the pot.
Otherwise, if a pot of crayfish is burned like that, there is no need to put any salt, just sweat is enough.
At four o'clock, the smell of crayfish overflowed and floated upstairs.
Zhong Wenqiang is about to move, this is the smell that the old uncle personally delivered to the house last time.
As for Xiong Wu, he is even more confident, this is the taste of his mother.
Zhong Wenqiang was so angry that he looked at him: "If the old uncle taught the third aunt how to cook, how could you smell like a mother?"
After finishing speaking, he stuck out his tongue and made faces at Xiong Wu, expressing his disdain.
Zhong Wenya naturally supported the younger brother.
Then Xiong Feiyan was forced to stand in line, standing next to the elder brother.
As a result, the two of them joined, and the confrontation immediately escalated.
Song Chunhong found that she coughed so many times that her throat was almost hoarse, and she couldn't hold it back.
I had no choice but to use my trump card in advance, and sternly reprimanded a few words.
One by one, they stopped.
Then Song Chunhong decisively ended today's trial teaching.
Going downstairs, Wu Yuan wasn't there, but he asked Yang Luoyan, "Director Yang, did your dinner cook so early?"
Yang Luoyan heard the string song and knew the elegant meaning: "Is it because the children are restless and made you angry?"
Song Chunhong smiled and said: "They smelled the fragrance, and they were indeed distracted. Don't mention them, even I was distracted. But this is not a problem. The main thing is that there is no preparation today, so it will end early."
Yang Luoyan hurriedly asked to stay: "Mr. Song, stay here for a light meal? It just so happened that a big pot of lobster was cooked at home, so you should try it too."
Song Chunhong insisted: "It can't be done. I got to know a lot of children today, and several of them are good seedlings. I have to go back as soon as possible to find teaching materials and prepare lessons in a targeted manner."
Yang Luoyan immediately thought: "If the textbooks are hard to find, tell me, Mr. Song."
"Junior high school is hard to find," Song Chunhong said honestly, "After all, I am familiar with elementary school textbooks. But Wen Yong seems to have found all the books and brought them. This child is very motivated to learn, and he will definitely be a good seed in the future."
Wu Yuan mentioned this to her more than once, Yang Luoyan naturally knew it in his heart.
But it's another matter if it comes from Mr. Song's mouth.
On the one hand, I feel honored, and on the other hand, I also feel that Mr. Song has a bit of perspective on students.
At least he is a reliable teacher.
It would not be in vain for her man to get her a teacher's salary.
Yang Luoyan thought so, and yelled upstairs: "Aren't you coming down to see off Teacher Song?"
Seven or eight children rushed down.
The teacher is finally leaving, so why not be more active?
Yang Luoyan sent Song Chunhong out of the door before saying apologetically, "Mr. Song, he was busy all afternoon and was taking a shower, so he couldn't come out to see you off."
When Song Chunhong heard this, she walked even faster after saying that she was fine.
(end of this chapter)