Wen Family Has a Wife

With that wretched appearance, Wen Youshan wanted to give him two punches, "Don't talk nonsense, if I don't open the door, I'll kick him directly!"

Old Jitou shook his head and sighed again and again, "It's really insulting to Sven, it's insulting to Sven!"

Wen Yuan's conscience slandered, who in the end insulted Sven?

After a lot of tossing, the father and son finally entered Lao Jitou's house, entered the door, bypassed the shadow wall, passed through the inverted seat, and passed the hanging flower gate to the courtyard. Green is everywhere, but there is no flower at all.

After Wen Youshan sat down, he said enviously: "I said old Jitou, I didn't expect that there is still a universe in your house! Look at this deep house, tsk tsk tsk... It doesn't suit you at all. temperament!"

The old Jitou glared at him angrily. Although he was not sloppy, he was polite and thoughtful. Those who should serve tea should serve tea, and those who should give snacks should send snacks. When the things were on the table, the old Jitou sat down and rested.

Seeing his casual look of closing his eyes and resting his mind, where there is still the embarrassment just now, he seems to be heartless. Wen Yuanliang secretly looked at the person in front of him, and felt more and more that his father didn't know who he was.

Just as he kept doing mental activities, Lao Jitou said slowly, "Is this your son?"

Speaking of business, Wen Youshan immediately corrected his attitude, "Yes, this is my eldest son, he is fourteen this year, I didn't plan to bring him here, but the gentleman from the school asked him to try it out in February next year. , It's just a mix of experience, I think, since there is a chance, no matter how slim it is, you can't give up yourself Waiting for you to enlighten my elm head!"

The corners of Wen Yuanliang's mouth twitched fiercely, where is his Yumu head? But there is no place for him to open his mouth here.

Lao Jitou slowly opened his eyes, sneered, and his eyes fell on Wen Yuanliang, disgusted with disgust, "You, write me an article in the past, and write your opinion on what you witnessed today."

Wen Yuanliang was stunned, what happened to this man? After doing this kind of thing, people are ashamed to talk about it, but he is good, and let others express their opinions, it is really unreasonable to play cards.

Wen Yuanliang obediently walked to the desk, just picked up the pen, his brain suddenly flashed, he secretly looked at the man who was quarreling with Wen Youshan again, the more he looked at the frown, the deeper he frowned, thinking carefully about what Lao Jitou did after the three met. A move, every word that was said, it took a long time to entangle the pen.

Old Jitou here is hungry, clutching his stomach and starting to think of what Wen Youshan brought, "What gift did you give me?"

Wen Youshan shook his head and said nothing, "It's all dry goods."

Old Jitou grinned and said with a hey smile: "Don't lie to me, I can smell the smell of meat, what good things?"

"Oh, I'm going! Are you a dog's nose? Can you smell it?" Wen Youshan jumped up in surprise, feeling that he was not calm enough, and immediately sat down, coughing twice, and said angrily, "It's a Dry roast goose, that thing has to be cooked! Are you sure you want to eat it?"

Lao Jitou nodded affirmatively, "Go out of the kitchen and turn left. There is a small courtyard gate past the Chaoshou veranda. In that courtyard, cook a pot of rice for me by the way. Hurry up, I'm going to starve to death."

Wen Youshan: "??????"

"The visitor is a guest, do you understand?" Wen Youshan said dissatisfiedly.

Old Jitou looked innocent, "But I can't cook!"

"Your family is so big, don't you have a cook?"

Old Jitou shook his head again, "Huh! What do you want to do? I can't even eat myself, so I have to support them?"

Wen Youshan just felt that he couldn't lift his breath and almost rolled his eyes.

In the end, the old Jitou was really worn out, so he had to carry the dry roast goose to the kitchen.

As soon as the person left, the old Jitou asked quietly: "Have you written it?"

"Well." Wen Yuanliang respectfully handed the old Jitou what he had written.

The old Jitou glanced at it, and there were only a few words on it, "The whole picture is unknown, and it cannot be arbitrarily discussed."

"Heh! You are smarter than your father!" The old Jitou smiled sarcastically, looking lazy, "Forget it, seeing that you still have some spiritual energy, I will reluctantly accept you, tsk tsk...this Are words crawling on dogs?"

Wen Yuanliang was already numb with disgust. He didn't even dislike this old man, how could he justly dislike him? However, this person is a leader, and it is not his turn to judge, even if he is slandered, he does not dare to show half of it on his face.

The two sat silently for a while, waiting for Wen Youshan to bring the food, and the old Jitou, who had been dying, suddenly came back to life with blood. He filled a large bowl of rice and a piece of goose. After tasting it, my eyes lit up, "Mmmmm... This goose meat is good, really fragrant! There are mountains, remember to give me more in the future."

Wen Youshan: "..."

"Didn't you say you're poor? I don't think there's a shortage of anything in the kitchen. There are several bags of fine white rice and noodles, meat and vegetables, so that you can eat all the time?" Wen You Shan shook his head in confusion.

But Lao Jitou didn't explain, he gulps dry food, and didn't stop until he burped, and slumped aside comfortably.

Wen's father and son were still eating, ignoring him at all.

Lao Jitou rested for a while, then muttered: "In the future, your son will live in the west wing, and I will live in the backyard. If you have anything to do, you can come to me again. If you have nothing to do, just stay by yourself. I will give you two hours a day. At other times, you can arrange it yourself, and your son is responsible for my three meals a day and the cleaning of the house, and you are not allowed to invite others, I don't like outsiders!"

These words directly blocked Wen Youshan's mouth.

"No...no! Old Jitou, although I brought my son to see you, you have to show me some skills! Otherwise, I wouldn't want to send my son over to serve you!" Wen Youshan said rudely.

Old Jitou glanced at him, got up slowly, and wrote a poem on the desk, writing a poem in one go, then put down the pen arrogantly, and hummed, "Look at it for yourself!"

Wen's father and son looked at each other and hurried over to appreciate it.

Wen Youshan couldn't tell if the poem was written well or not, but it rhymes quite a bit when read, and that word is really beautiful! The dragon and the phoenix dance, vigorous and powerful, and it doesn't look like it was written by the sloppy man in front of him, but the fact is in front of him, and Wen Youshan can't say anything disgusting.

However, Wen Yuanliang's eyes were too bright, holding the poem, suppressing the excitement in his heart.

Wen Youshan whispered in his son's ear, "Okay?"

Wen Yuanliang nodded sharply.

Wen Youshan knew what to do, he sat back in his seat and said, "Sure! My son will stay with you in the future!"

"Refreshing!" Old Jitou smiled with satisfaction, and out of nowhere took out another jug ​​of wine and poured it into his mouth comfortably.