Eighty Koi Fubao get rich

Chapter 25 Determining the Teacher-Student Relationship
"Hey, have you finished the investigation? It's winter, standing in the wind, freezing to death."

The boy snorted coldly, closed the cloth bag, turned sideways, and let out the passage. After entering the room, he poured hot tea for them with a sullen face.

"Where's An An? Where is my future apprentice?"

A certain boy wanted to see his apprentice before his butt was hot.

"Wait!"

After a while, the little doll came out from the side sleeper, lifting the back collar.

"Hey, what a white milk doll, whiter than the snow on the car, quickly let my brother kiss it."

Jiang Chao exerted all his strength, hugged the little baby in his arms, and turned around to avoid someone's attack.

"Jingjingling, put away your flirtatious nature, or... get out of my house."

Jingjingling smiled awkwardly, and was about to explain, but the little baby suddenly turned her head, "Shame, is kissing a word you can talk about? Shame!"

"Jiang Chao, I was wrong, I don't dare anymore, An An, brother, can I teach you how to draw?"

The little baby blinked her grape eyes, struggled to get off the ground, and walked up to Jingjingling on her short legs, "You...can you draw?"

Well, as expected of a real brother, if you hate someone, you can say it out of your mouth. The difference is that one is a cold knife and the other is a glutinous knife.

When his professional ability was questioned, Jingjing Ling lost his temper in an instant, found a blank paper and pencil, and drew a comic version of Xiao Jiangan on the spot.

The cute baby with big eyes, wrapped in a small suit, has cute movements, and the charm is very similar to Jiang An. The little baby can't put it down holding the painting.

"Looks good, big brother, I'll draw one too!"

The drawing paper was placed on the bench, Xiao Jiang An, who was pouting his buttocks, pinched the tip of the pencil, brushed, brushed, brushed, and for a while, the sound of the lead lead rubbing against the white paper echoed throughout the main room.

The little baby was very focused on painting, and the three people present did not dare to make a sound, for fear of disturbing his creation.

Half an hour later, Jiang An put down the tip of the pencil, thumped his numb leg, got up and held the drawing paper high in front of Jingjing Ling.

"Big Brother, An An has finished drawing, take a look!"

The white-coated boy smiled softly, took the drawing paper, lowered his head to look at it, and the more he looked at it, the more he frowned.

"My brother's painting is so bad that it makes you look dead like this."

Seeing his misunderstanding, Jingjing Ling quickly explained: "No, it's because the painting is too good, it really doesn't look like someone who hasn't received systematic training."

Hearing this, Yun Xia stood on tiptoe and approached curiously, waiting to see clearly what was on the drawing paper, a flash of amazement flashed across her clear eyes.

Also adopting the comic style, the young man in ancient clothes and robes stands on the rocks of the sea, his sleeves flutter in the wind, and the waves wet his clothes. The young man's expression is extremely resolute, unruffled in times of crisis, and calm when he changes, which is true for viewing. people admire.

"You two...who will teach whom?"

Whether it is realism or conception, Xiao Jiang'an seems to be slightly better.

"Hey, what about the gold medal in the city? It can't even be compared with a little doll, this prize...is so watery."

Facing Jiang Chao's cynicism, Jingjing Ling didn't even have a word of rebuttal, after all... he was really inferior to others.

"An'an, I'm sorry, your drawing talent is very high, I'm afraid... I can't teach you!"

The young man lowered his head, his voice was hoarse, and his whole body was listless. It seemed that losing to Jiang An was a great blow to him.

"Big brother, An An wants to learn from you. You will be my teacher, okay?"

Stared at by the wet grapes, no one could help but refuse, Jingjing Ling nodded in a daze.

"Tell me in advance that I don't have a lot of goods in my stomach, so you have to be mentally prepared!"

"Got it, big brother, teach me how to draw flowers, draw a picture, and give it to Sister Yunxia."

"Jiang An, what about me?" The strong smell of vinegar can be dipped in dumplings.

"Hmm~ Draw a big black cat and give it to my brother. Hehe, An An is so smart. My brother sleeps with a black cat doll every day, so I like this gift."

"Jiang An, what nonsense are you talking about?"

"Children don't know how to lie. It seems that someone doesn't like it on the surface, but they hold it behind their backs and don't let go."

Yun Xia bumped someone lightly with her elbow, and the smile on her face couldn't be stopped.

"what are you guys saying?"

Jing Ling, who didn't know the inside story, tried to join the chat group.

"It's none of your business, just teach Jiang An how to draw!"

Being pissed off by Jiang Chao, the young man froze again, pursed his lips, and winked at Jiang An.

"Hey, do you have any taboo dishes?"

"what?"

"Ah, what? I'm asking you something!"

"Hey, it seems that you still care about me, oh, I have a bad stomach, I can't eat spicy food, everything else is fine."

"Hey, it's quite possible to suffer from stomach problems at such a young age, Yun Xia, come with me to the kitchen."

Regardless of food, any slanderous words are the sounds of nature in his heart. It was not until someone poked his wrist that he came back to his senses, found paper and pens, and excitedly explained the painting skills of rose flowers.

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"Wow, Little Butterfly, you made these? It's... so amazing, um, it's even more delicious than my nanny's."

Stir-fried shredded pork with green peppers, scrambled eggs with tomatoes, crispy broth, stewed chicken legs, and stewed rice are all home-cooked dishes, but Jing Jingling seems to have never eaten them before. The disgust in Jiang Chao's eyes is almost overflowing up.

"Stir-frying is the most important thing about heat. The ground pot is used at home. Brother Jiang Chao's fire is the key to the delicious food."

The young man who was chewing the crispy meat turned his head to look at Jiang Chao, and praised him fiercely, and he used all four characters of "heavenly immortal".

The more he said the more outrageous, a certain person was so angry that he almost broke his chopsticks, turned his head, and said sadly: "Don't talk when you eat, don't talk when you sleep, didn't your parents teach you?"

Jingjingling was stunned for a moment, with a look of sadness flashing across his eyes, and said listlessly:
"It's true that I haven't taught me. I haven't seen them for a year and 58 days. Huh, I know how to make money, and I don't even want my own son."

Poking the rice with chopsticks, he didn't put a single grain into his mouth. Jiang Chao's eyes froze, and he didn't know what to say for a moment.

The atmosphere was slightly awkward, Yun Xia sighed secretly, picked up a chicken leg, and put it in his bowl.

"Big brother, although Jiang Chao is a little stingy, he didn't mean it. If you want to eat home-cooked food in the future, you are welcome to come over. Look, this big chicken drumstick was specially chosen for you by him!"

"Really?" the boy asked uncertainly.

"Really, it's more real than pearls. If you don't believe me...you can ask him yourself!"

Jingjingling: ...Farewell, I'm afraid of getting a heart attack!

"The temple is small, we have invited a big Buddha, and the materials for the apprentice banquet are limited, so you can't give him the big chicken legs!"

The young man's depression came and went quickly. Hearing this, he couldn't close his mouth from ear to ear. He didn't smile at the corner of his mouth until he heard a heavy snort from his side, and then he lowered his head and slowly gnawed on the chicken leg.

After lunch, Jiang Chao went to the kitchen to wash the pots and dishes, Landscape Ling taught Jiang An to draw, and Yun Xia yawned and walked into the bedroom. On the surface, he was taking a nap, but in fact, he was entering the fertile land of the space to pick.

The little girl doll with a flushed face was so focused on picking tomatoes that she didn't bother to wipe off the sweat even though her forehead was dripping with sweat.

After a long time, the tired and paralyzed Yun Xia lay in the space in the shape of a 'big' character, looking sideways at the mountains of fruits and vegetables, her eyebrows furrowed even more.

(End of this chapter)