Mi Bao was three and a half years old, and was favored by the big bosses in the capital

Song Shen's mother-in-law's house, the kitchen house.

Dalang stir-fried the braised pork in the pot, and the rich and attractive aroma almost made the cooks and those watching the cooking almost salivate.

Shiro stared longingly at the braised pork in the pot and kept licking his lips.

"Plate." Dalang said warmly.

Shiro came to his senses and immediately turned around to get a plate. His eyes never left the pot during the whole process.

Dalang took the plate and put the braised pork on it.

Shiro held the braised pork in his hands. He couldn't help it anymore. He found a chopstick and secretly picked up a piece and put it in his mouth. He chewed it and couldn't help but close his eyes and show a happy expression.

Dalang was actually greedy, so he restrained himself and did not follow suit.

He looked at Shiro's appearance with a gentle smile on his face.

Then, he stopped looking at the braised pork, lowered his head and quickly washed the pot, and started frying a plate of vegetables.

Silang only ate a piece of braised pork, and then put it on the stove obediently without touching it. Seeing that Dalang's green vegetables were quickly fried, without Dalang saying anything, he turned around and went to find another one. The plate came over, passed over, and cooperated with Dalang to put the dishes on the plate.

After loading the vegetables, Shiro quickly placed the braised pork stir-fry and the bowl of white rice that had been prepared on a serving plate.

"Brother, thank you for your hard work! My master is almost dying of hunger. I will send these to her first. I will help you later."

Seeing Dalang starting to clean the pot again, Shiro left these words with a smile and left with the food.

Dalang raised his head and glanced at him, and only had time to see Shiro's back.

He wasn't angry, smiled, and continued to do his work.

Shiro's injuries were still painful, so he didn't dare to move too much, but he still used his fastest speed to carry the food to the main room.

After entering the house, they saw Goddess Song lying on her side on the straw mat against the wall with her hair disheveled. She exuded a lazy and lazy aura, and for those who didn't know, she thought she was dead.

Just as Shiro was about to call her out, he saw the "dead body" lying on the ground suddenly sat up, with a snow-white profile exposed between his disheveled hair.

Goddess Song raised her head slightly, sniffed with her nose, and turned her head as if following the smell.

Hazy and confused eyes were fixedly staring at the dish in Shiro's hand.

Shiro felt that Song Shenpo's eyes were dangerous.

Almost instinctively, he walked forward quickly and placed the tray on the straw mat.

The moment she put it down, Song Shenpo approached with hands and feet like a tiger pouncing on food. After grabbing it with one hand, holding chopsticks with the other, she held the braised pork with the rice and started to feast.

The eating appearance was as bold and straightforward as ever, extremely fast, but not ugly.

Seeing her like that, Shiro secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

It's a shame that I let go quickly. If it were a little later, I'm afraid the person in front of me would eat me.

Shiro suddenly understood the feeling of having a jade in his hands.

Not to mention that this simple meal is not as good as the "He's Bi" that my grandfather mentioned, Shiro firmly believes that in front of his master, the He's Bi is not as good as this meal.

At this moment, Silang completely forgot about his promise to go back and help Dalang. He carefully sat cross-legged on the straw mat, holding his chin with one hand and watching Goddess Song eating.

While watching, he couldn't help but say, "Master, it's not okay for you to be like this all the time. I'm really worried that if I don't come for a few days in a row, you will starve to death."

Goddess Song was immersed in her rice and ignored his words.

Shiro wasn't angry when he saw her like this, he was used to it anyway.

He originally wanted to continue saying something, but looking at the way Goddess Song was eating, he also became greedy. He opened his mouth and completely forgot what he was going to say. He just wanted to eat the pieces of braised pork. It's your own mouth.

When Da Lang came in after cleaning up the kitchen, he saw Goddess Song enjoying her meal, and Si Lang's greedy look.

He silently didn't speak, looked around the room, moved a small stool, and sat on the edge.

Shiro truly felt that watching his master eat was the greatest torture to him.

Fortunately, Goddess Song finished her meal quickly.

She simply put down the bowl and chopsticks, rubbed her belly, and stretched contentedly.

Shiro looked at the bowls and chopsticks on the straw mat with a troubled expression.

In the end, he picked up the serving plate with the bowls, chopsticks and plates on it, handed it to the man beside him, and said with a flattering smile, "Brother, I'm sorry to trouble you."

Dalang had expected it, but he didn't say anything. He reached out and touched his head, took the things and went back to the kitchen house to clean.

Goddess Song lay on her back on the straw mat and turned to look at Shiro, "Boy, why are you so lazy?"

When Shiro heard this comment, the corner of his mouth twitched, "Master, I really want to bring a mirror to you, so that you can see what it means to laugh at fifty steps and laugh at a hundred steps. Oh no, it's a smile at a hundred steps. "

Mother Song didn't take it seriously, "Don't mistake me for my master, I don't have any apprentices."

Shiro had long been accustomed to Song Shenpo's practice of calling her disciples when she was starving to death, and calling strangers after she was full.

Because of habit, I am too lazy to continue talking about this matter.

He patted the straw mat and said angrily, "Master, I'm really worried that you will starve to death one day."

Mother Song rolled her eyes, closed her eyes and stopped talking.

Shiro didn't care. Anyway, the main reason he came here today was to see if the lazy master had starved to death.

Now that the person has had enough to eat, he is relieved.

Taking the quilt on the side and covering it with Mrs. Song, Silang stood up and went out gently.

When we arrived at the kitchen, Dalang was still washing dishes and chopsticks.

Shiro leaned over and smiled flatteringly, "Hey, big brother."

Dalang looked up at him and said with a smile, "I thought you would be more diligent for your master's sake, but I didn't expect that it wasn't long before you got lazy again."

Shiro's face was serious, "Brother, don't misunderstand me. I didn't call you here just to be lazy."

Dalang smiled but said nothing.

"Really! Brother, you believe me. I'm injured, and it's hard to move around. That's why I brought you over to help with cooking! Think about it, did I do it myself every time before? Is the master cooking?"

Dalang looked at him with a smile, "Are you sure it's every time?"

Shiro, "..."

The guilt on his originally righteous face could not be concealed, but Shiro laughed dryly and said, "Hahaha, isn't it because your cooking is better than mine, brother? You don't know, my master looks lazy, but in fact he has a very picky tongue. Sometimes when she’s not so hungry, she doesn’t like to eat the things I cook.”

Dalang still smiled but said nothing.

He doesn't like to argue with his brother, he's not stupid.

There are so many brothers in the family, except for the youngest Rokuro, all of them can cook. Among them, Shiro is the laziest, but he is also the best cook.

If Mother Song couldn't even eat the food Shiro cooked, how could she still eat what he cooked?
Just listen to what Shiro says.

While talking, Dalang had quickly cleaned the dishes and chopsticks.

After everything was packed up, the brothers said hello to Goddess Song and turned around to leave.

Dalang raised his head and looked at the sky and said, "It's getting dark now. Let's go home." Shiro's back and buttocks still ached a little. After such a trip, he wanted to go home quickly and have something hot to eat. , and then went into bed early, naturally responding to Dalang's words.

The brothers went home directly.

On the way, the two brothers also met Gouwa and the others who were about to go home. They greeted each other and exchanged a few words before they realized that a guest had come to the house, and the guest was Shanye's uncle.

Shiro suddenly became interested and his steps moved much faster.

On the way in front of their home, the two brothers also met Saburo who had returned from collecting old stories at the mute grandma's house.

Shiro glanced at the thick stack of paper in Saburo's hand and said with a smile, "Hey, Saburo, you have gained a lot this afternoon!"

Sanlang nodded solemnly, "It is indeed a fruitful harvest. Thank you Fourth Brother for your advice. Mute Grandma does know a lot of things."

Shiro waved his hand, "You're welcome, you're welcome. I will actually make money by writing books later on. Don't forget to treat your fourth brother and me to some delicious food!"

Sanlang nodded solemnly, "Once a word is made, it is hard to keep it back. I will do what I say, fourth brother."

Shiro felt that his third brother was too principled for his young age.

Most of the time, he felt that Saburo was too principled and troublesome, and even a little unreasonable.

But at this moment, Saburo's principle is a great advantage.

At least I won't break my promise.

Shiro, who is good at fortune-telling, has no doubts about his third brother's future achievements. He has the face of a Wenquxing. It doesn't matter if he can't make money by writing books in the future. Anyway, he will definitely have enough money to treat himself to a few delicious meals. of.

After hearing Saburo's answer, Shiro nodded with satisfaction.

The three brothers walked inside while talking.

When they entered the yard, they saw Mi Bao and Wulang Liulang playing arithmetic with Xiao Huang.

Wu Lang was particularly enthusiastic about this game. He even stood in a row with Xiao Huang Fa Cai, and two of them played quizzes there. Every time Mi Bao and Liu Lang asked a question, they started to rush to answer.

Shiro stood on the side and watched for a while, looking at Wuro's look full of desire to win, his expression was a little hard to describe.

He turned to Saburo next to him and said, "You said that Wulang as a human being is compared with a dog or a tiger cub in terms of arithmetic. What are you trying to do?"

Saburo shook his head, "I don't know. But I can write him into the book."

Shiro, "..."

He really felt that Saburo might be crazy, why now besides endorsements, he was busy writing books.

Who gave him the bad idea to find a way to make money by writing books?
Just thinking about it, Shiro's expression paused, as if it was a casual suggestion he made.

He glanced at Saburo, who was carefully observing his siblings, and suddenly changed his mind, thinking that there was nothing wrong with this.

After all, once you write it, you can actually make money, right?
Dalang also watched for a while, and then went into the kitchen house.

It's getting late, it's still spring, and it gets dark very quickly. In order to save lamp oil, everyone usually has dinner before dark.

In the kitchen room, Wu Yuniang and Su Wenxiu were already preparing dinner. When they saw Da Lang coming in, they ordered him to wash the vegetables.

Shiro didn't stay in the yard for too long. Anyway, it wasn't the first time he saw them playing arithmetic games. He had seen them often.

What attracts him even more now is the new guest at home.

Shiro looked around and walked towards the main room.

When I walked to the door and looked inside, I saw that besides Su Guang, Su Shan and Shan Ye, there was another person sitting inside.

Because Gongsun Miao was sitting sideways facing Su Guang, Shilang could only see one side of him. He only felt that this man had a straight nose and was a bit thin.

Seeing the medicine box next to Gongsun Miao, Shiro blinked. It should be a doctor?

I don’t know how medical skills compare with Grandpa Hu’s?
"Shiro, what are you doing here?"

Liu Wanjun's voice suddenly sounded behind him.

Shiro straightened up quickly.

Su Guang and others inside also looked over.

Shiro was not flustered. He turned to look at Liu Wanjun and said with a smile, "No. I just heard that there are guests at home, so I came over to take a look out of curiosity."

Liu Wanjun knew what Shiro's temperament was and was not surprised by this.

"If you want to see it, just look openly. Why are you so sneaky at the door?" Liu Wanjun complained and stepped in.

Seeing this, Shiro smiled and followed in.

Then, he naturally looked at Gongsun Miao.

At the first glance, Shiro was stunned. Not only that, he also frowned, narrowed his eyes slightly, and tilted his head to show suspicion.

Gongsun Miao had already met Liu Wanjun, nodded to her, and then turned his attention to Si Lang.

Looking at Shiro's face, Gongsun Miao showed the same expression as when he looked at the other men in the Su family - admiration.

What's going on with the Su family?

From old to young, they all have good looks.

Tsk, that's it.

How many lifetimes does this family have to do good deeds and accumulate virtue before they can have this lifetime of good luck?
Gongsun Miao couldn't help mumbling in his heart. After mumbling, he was about to look away, but found that something was wrong with the way Shiro looked at him and his face.

what happened?
Gongsun Miao smiled, "What's wrong? Is there something wrong with my face?"

Shiro stared at his face intently and shook his head slowly after hearing his question.

Several other people also felt that something was wrong with Shiro's eyes.

Liu Wanjun patted him gently and introduced to Gongsun Miao, "Doctor Song, this is my fourth grandson."

Then he said to Shiro, "This is Xiao Ye's uncle. After learning about Xiao Ye's whereabouts, he came all the way to see him. Just follow Xiao Ye and call him uncle."

After hearing this, Shiro greeted Gongsun Miao politely.

Gongsun Miao naturally smiled and responded.

Shiro was caught off guard and took a step forward.

Gongsun Miao was stunned.

Ok?What is this for?
But Shiro suddenly stood up on tiptoes and came closer to look at his face.

Gongsun Miao seemed unnatural to him now.

Why on earth does this kid keep staring at his face?
He was very confident in his disguise skills, and there was no way a little kid could see through it.

Gongsun Miao is confident but also confused.

So what's going on?
Gongsun Miao looked a little impatient.

Shiro took a few steps back and held his chin with one hand as if thinking, "It's really strange. Why do you feel that the skin and bones don't match well?" (End of Chapter)