Genius son best mother

Chapter 31 Genius Son
"It's good if you have this thought, how can you really let a child do it? What's more, mother said that once again, do you really remember how to do it?"

Even if it is impossible for her son to make this dish for her to taste, Mu Ranran feels very satisfied with his son's words.

But Mu Jinyu said, "Mom, you underestimate me."

He retorted angrily, insisting on repeating exactly what Mu Ranran said just now.

This time, Mu Ranran was shocked.

"Son, you are so amazing, you can remember everything after your mother said it once?!"

In order to verify his son Mu Jinyu's super memory, Mu Ranran pointed to the spicy salted fish on the dining table and said it again.

"Son, this dish is spicy shaved salt fish. Wash the grass carp first, marinate it with star anise, pepper, salt, and cooking wine for an hour in advance."

"Then add an appropriate amount of light soy sauce, salt, and minced ginger, and pour it over hot oil to make a spicy black bean sauce. Then pour the spicy black bean sauce on the grass carp, put it in a steamer, and steam it on high heat for a quarter of an hour. After steaming, sprinkle with Minced green onion, pour sesame oil on it and serve, remember?"

"Mom, I remember."

Mu Jinyu nodded, and slowly and orderly repeated what Mu Ranran said just now.

Now Mu Ranran believes that her son's memory is super strong.

"It's great, son, you are amazing! Son, you are a genius, genius, mother is proud of you."

Mu Ranran was both surprised and delighted, thinking that her son is awesome.

I couldn't help but kissed his little cheek.

"Son, mother has decided that you don't need to wait until you are seven years old to study. You are so good, you can go to school at six years old. Tomorrow, tomorrow mother will go to see where there is a place to study, and mother will send her son to study."

"Mom, can I really go to school? Will it cost too much money?"

Mu Jinyu had seen children in the same village carrying their schoolbags to go to school in private schools every day.

Those children are from relatively well-off families and can afford the repair fee of ten taels of silver a year.

I can also afford to buy books, pens, inks, papers and inkstones.

But ordinary people's family, busy all year round, may not earn as much as ten taels of silver.

How can there be extra money to support children to go to school?

Reading, in this dynasty, is quite expensive and a luxury.

Although reading is something that everyone yearns for, few people can really afford it.

So at a young age, Mu Jinyu knew that studying was a luxury for him since he was sensible.

Given his family background, he couldn't afford to study.

He could only occasionally lean against the corner of the private school and secretly listen to the teacher's lectures to the children.

I also used branches to imitate my husband and write big characters on the sand.

Of course, he also dreamed that one day he could sit there like those children and read and write with them.

It's just that he knows that he can't be greedy.

Now that Mother treats him so well, he should be content, and shouldn't be greedy for too much.

And Mu Ranran's nose felt a little sore seeing her son being so considerate and sensible.

"Silly son, you have forgotten what mother is capable of. Don't worry, mother earns a lot of money, which is enough for my son to go to school. You, young, don't think so much in the future, just do what you want to do at your age .The rest, mother will take care of it, don't worry."

This Mu Ranran did what she said, and after dinner, she asked Gu Liusu about the private school near Zhaojia Village.

"Doctor Gu, as a woman, I don't understand the Taoism here. As for you, you are a scholar, and you should know more than me. So please, introduce me. I don't know any good private schools in this area. What good sir?"

"About this, my senior brother doesn't know as much as my senior sister. Madam Mu, you should ask me. Let me tell you, my father has a good friend named Tong, who opened a restaurant not far from Zhaojia Village. A private school."

"I heard from my father that his friend is quite talented and learned. It's just that he is too upright and not suitable for intrigue in the officialdom. That's why he resigned from his hometown and opened a private school, charging some children's training fees to support the family."

An Xiangkui was on the sidelines eloquently recommending to Mu Ranran.

Mu Ranran felt that she frowned after hearing An Xiangkui's words.

"Sister Wan, if you say that, isn't this Mr. Tong a pedantic old stubborn? No, no, I don't want Jinyu to be taught to be stern, like a little old man."

Originally, her son was always showing his face. If he was taught by this Mr. Tong again, he would have to develop in the direction of Bingshan Facial Paralysis.

That's not good, her son is better if he is cute.

Children, it is better to be happy, cheerful, lively and mischievous.

So she kept asking.

"Well, Miss Wan, besides Mr. Tong, do you know which gentleman is better?"

"Mrs. Mu, I think you have misunderstood. I said that Mr. Tong is straightforward, but it doesn't mean that he is pedantic and inflexible. He is just tired of the hypocrisy of the officialdom."

"He is not pedantic at all. My father invites him to come to our house for dinner. I also often meet this Uncle Tong. He doesn't look like a stubborn old man at all. His ideas are quite unique. .”

"The children who listen to his lectures all like Mr. Tong. Because Mr. Tong teaches children differently, and his lectures are not rigid, very funny."

An Xiangkui smiled and praised: "Of course, if Mrs. Mu doesn't believe it, you can ask the children who are teaching there. I believe that there is no child who would not like Mr. Tong's lectures."

"Really?" Mu Ranran was still a little suspicious.

Mu Jinyu, who was beside her, tugged on her mother's sleeve.

"Mother, sister Wan didn't lie to mother. This Mr. Tong is not only good at lecturing, he is also very good at telling stories. My son once secretly listened to it under the corner, and was also discovered by Mr. Tong."

"However, that Mr. Tong is a very nice person. Not only did he not scold me for my wrong behavior, but he also praised me for being self-motivated and would never drive my son away. He was very happy that his son came to listen to his lectures. Mom, I actually wanted to say just now , if mother really sends me to study, then send me to Mr. Tong for class."

"Does your son like that Mr. Tong very much?" Mu Ranran asked gently while stroking Mu Jinyu's head.

"Well, mother, I like that Mr. Tong very much, because Mr. Tong is not only a good book teacher, but also a very nice person."

Children's eyes are the brightest, and since his son said so, Mu Ranran naturally believed it.

Of course, when it comes to reading, the most important thing is that your son likes it.

Since the son likes this Mr. Tong, he has a good opinion of him.

The character of this Mr. Tong should be respectable.

Thinking of this, Mu Ranran made a decision.

"Alright, since the son likes it, then mother will listen to him. When tomorrow comes, mother will take you to find Mr. Tong."

"Thank you, mother." Hearing that this dream will really come true.

Mu Jinyu smiled with a pair of phoenix eyes that were extremely beautiful.

"Silly son, you're talking stupid again. Why are you being so polite to your mother? You're really my mother's silly son."

Mu Ranran smiled and hugged Mu Jinyu, then raised her hand to shave his little nose.

When Mu Jinyu was hugged by her mother, her little face flushed slightly and she broke free from Mu Ranran's embrace.

He said awkwardly: "Mother, I'm not young anymore, I'm going to study soon, I'm an older child. Mother, can you stop hugging me and kissing me every now and then. This is not good, and I will be caught by others. kid's joke."

Mu Ranran was naturally amused by him.

She could only hear her say: "A kid who is only six years old, he already knows how to be shy. Why, he started to dislike his mother at such a young age." Mu Ranran was about to reach out her hands, and she had to pinch her son's baby. No face.

Mu Jinyu shook her head again and again and said: "No, absolutely not. I just, just, mother, I should learn martial arts from Master now."

Mu Jinyu was afraid that his mother would pinch his face, so she kissed him again.

He simply pulled Nangong Chuli, who was smiling like a peach blossom, out.

Of course, his running naturally caused everyone to laugh non-stop, and the laughter spread far and wide.

Mu Jinyu and Nangong Chuli naturally listened to it.

As for Mu Jinyu, the corner of her mouth was muttering, her phoenix eyes were calm.

With a cool little face, he was obviously a little bit annoyed.

At this moment, Nangong Chuli was still waving her fan gracefully, teasing Mu Jinyu.

"What? The little apprentice is unhappy?"

"No, I'm just thinking, thinking about whether Master, you old man, only knows how to do that. If you know how to do that, I'm thinking, should I change my master."

Mu Jinyu's venomous tongue skill broke out again, causing Nangong Chuli to yell, "Boy, how can you underestimate me, your master? What do you mean you know only one trick, and what do you mean you should change your master?"

"Let me tell you, your master and I have only lost to one person since we were young. The rest of the people are all under your master, okay?"

"If you lose to someone, you are still a loser. This means that there is still a mountain, and there is a strong player among the strong. Master is not the strongest yet."

Mu Jinyu said that he underestimated him for some reason.

"You, you wait, after you have seen your master and I practiced a set of boxing techniques, you will know how exquisite, unique, and intoxicating your master's boxing techniques are."

"Look, I'll let you see your master and I's true abilities. Aran, let me do a few tricks with you, master."

Nangong Chuli was provoked by Mu Jinyu, and immediately played his favorite Piao Piao fist.

This fist looks weak, like a fallen leaf, but in fact, it is soft and strong, and soft and soft.

He dispelled Ah Ran's vigorous fist with four or two strokes.

And with the help of strength, he used the power that Aran sent to fight back to Aran, defeating Aran.

(End of this chapter)