Dressed to be a grandmother

Chapter 448
Probably all parents in the world are the same at this time. Although Deng Youzhi is honest, but when he teaches his son to deal with it, he still beats him a lot, but only rarely.

Seeing this posture, Deng Xiaojun didn't know that his father heard what he said just now, and he couldn't help but feel his body tense up. However, since he was heard, the beating is necessary, so he should fight it out.

"Dad, if my friends come to look for you, you must give them a taste too." Otherwise, it would be embarrassing.

Deng Youzhi was walking home, and when he heard this, he didn't even look back: "What a fart!"

When Deng Xiaojun saw this, he couldn't help worrying, he seemed to have seen the scene where the children, big and small, didn't play with him in this family courtyard.

Even if you don't believe Deng Xiaojun's words, children will have no resistance to what they eat.

With doubts and disbelief, greedy, wanting to prove that Deng Xiaojun is a liar, there are still three or five children who intentionally or unintentionally go to the duty room of the boiler room while playing.

Deng Youzhi was still struggling with how to open his mouth to greet people to taste things, and saw a few children passing by intentionally or unintentionally, as an adult, how could he not know what these children were thinking.

After wandering back and forth two or three times, one of the children still couldn't hold back his greed. He came to the door of the duty room and looked at Deng Youzhi inside, with longing eyes, but he pretended not to care and asked: "Uncle Deng, what do I hear?" Xiaojun said that you have radish strips here to eat."

"No!" Deng Youzhi denied without thinking.

"Let me just say that Xiaojun is a liar!" Not far away, other children who heard this immediately shouted.

Deng Youzhi continued, "It's either strips of radish, or chunks of radish."

He would change his words because he remembered that when he was a child, no one played with it. Besides, letting children try it is also considered a taster's opening, right? !

The big-headed kid who was about to turn around and run away to scold Deng Xiaojun was obviously stunned for a moment, and then asked uncertainly: "Is there a piece of radish? Can it be eaten?"

"Of course I can eat it!" What are you talking about, why can't you eat radish cubes? They are small, but they are also soaked in good radishes.

The child scratched his head, which was obviously bigger than his body, licked the corner of his mouth, and asked, "Then can I eat a piece?"

After the words fell, he said specifically: "The kind that doesn't give money."

"Yes!" Originally, it was a free tasting, Deng Youzhi nodded in response, turned around and opened the lid of the jar from the desk in the duty room, lifted off the gauze, and prepared to take out a piece.

Turning his head to search, he couldn't find anything to put it on, so he casually tore a corner of the old newspaper next to him, and caught a piece of radish that came out of the chopsticks.

"Hey, just one piece, nothing more."

Seeing that there were really pieces of radish to eat, even though it was not big, the kid was so happy, he quickly stepped forward, without holding the newspaper, just grabbed the piece of radish with his hand and put it in his mouth. He said vaguely, "Thank you, Uncle Deng."

Deng Youzhi smiled and didn't say anything. When the big-headed boy swallowed the radish and was swallowing his saliva non-stop, he asked with a smile, "How is it? Is it delicious?"

The big-headed kid nodded immediately: "It's delicious!"

"It's just that I didn't taste it, it just went into my stomach."

This made Deng Youzhi amused.

A few children huddled together to watch the excitement in the distance didn't expect that there were really pickled radishes to eat here, let alone that the big head could be obtained, and they all froze in place.

In the next second, a child ran over and said, "Uncle Deng, do you have any more? Can you give me a piece?"

"And me~"

"I want too!"

"I, I, Uncle Deng, give me a piece!"

"Uncle Deng, I want to eat a piece too!"

Deng Youzhi was stunned for a moment, then thought about it, raised his hand too much, and calmed down a few people: "I can give it to you, but one piece per person, is there any more?"

This time, I didn't tear up any newspapers, and let a few children line up, and then each of them picked up a piece of paper with their chopsticks.

The big-headed kid also wanted to eat, so he queued up, but Deng Youzhi waved his hand: "No, I said one piece per person. You just ate it, so you can't ask for it anymore."

"Uncle Deng... just one piece."

"No no."

Deng Youzhi: "I'll just give you a taste, but you can't push yourself too hard."

Originally, the other children were still waiting, wanting to get another piece, but when they saw that it was not working, they ran away in a swarm.

Not long after, some children heard the news and came over one after another, but no one spoke first.

Seeing this, Deng Youzhi thought for a while, there are still a lot of tasting items in the jar, the lid is opened and closed, this jar probably won't last long, otherwise why don't you give them a taste?
The families of the workers in the mine live well, but there are too many children, and there are places that cannot be taken care of. Deng Youzhi also has children in his own family, and he can't bear to see these children staring at them.

Big deal, if the village gets weird, he'll pay for the taster.

Let's treat these children as if he invited them to eat once.

Thinking about it this way, Deng Youzhi didn't feel entangled and uncomfortable in his heart anymore. A smile appeared on his face, and he smiled at the child standing at the front who was hesitating, hooked his fingers, and asked, "Do you want to eat?" Carrot cubes?"

If anyone saw this, they would definitely find Deng Youzhi strange.

Because his hair is messy, he is holding a pair of chopsticks in his hand, standing at the door of the duty room, with a mysterious smile on his face, and hooking his fingers at the children. Goldfish are pretty much the same.

Although his smile was a bit obscene, some children still nodded.

So, Deng Youzhi asked the children he found to line up, and he handed out radish pieces one by one.

Seeing that there were so many people, a child wanted to sneak into the queue and re-queue after eating, but Deng Youzhi could do nothing else, he was the best at recognizing people, so he immediately rejected the children in the queue who had eaten.

"If you have already eaten, don't queue up, and there is no queue!"

I had to eat a piece for nothing, although I was not satisfied, there was nothing I could do about it, so the child who was taken out smiled awkwardly, stood aside, watched other new children get radish pieces, and couldn't help but regret that he ate too much just now. In a hurry.

If you slow down, hold on for a while...

However, the radish pieces are not big at all, so I can't chew a few pieces no matter how slow I am.

Soon, Deng Youzhi sent more than 100 people one after another, and it was almost time to leave work.

The duty room of the boiler room is bustling here. A group of children ran here, talking about carrots. Some off-duty workers also heard it. I'm bored, and I even teased the child with carrots to play with him.

(And, and.)
(End of this chapter)