: Eight hundred and twenty-nine pigs
When Dong Fangzheng didn't get into Qi's house before, he used his clever mouth to beg for food on the rivers and lakes. The old lady couldn't stand Dong Fangzheng's clever tongue, so she immediately believed his nonsense. Fangzheng just exaggerated a little, and the prescription he prescribed was indeed symptomatic.
So he fooled the old lady to get the money to make up the ticket, and with the remaining money, he bought a few big steamed buns.
As for why Dong Fangzheng didn't lie to a few old ladies to eat better, the old man would answer you with great disdain:
The consultation fee is so low, and the old man has lost his price, so he has to save his energy and come back to slaughter fat customers!
Shen Jiao didn't ask any more questions, the old man was very good-natured, and if he continued to ask the old man, he was afraid that he would turn his face. She didn't make dumplings immediately, went to the post office by bicycle, and sent Han Qili 50 yuan.
They have already eaten Erhe Noodles. I don't know how the two of them are doing at home. It's almost the end of the month, and there is still half a month left before the salary is paid. Fifty yuan is enough for the couple to pass!
When he got home, Dong Fangzheng had already taken a shower and went to sleep in the guest room. He was snoring loudly. Yuan Yuan Zhuang stood by the edge of the kang, and looked curiously at the fat old man who was sleeping like a pig, like a pig drawn by his mother. Oh pig!
"Mom, pig!"
Zhuang Zhuang pointed at Dong Fangzheng, said in a milky voice, Yuanyuan nodded his little head vigorously, isn't it a pig, no wonder he felt so familiar, his mother just painted it a few days ago.
Shen Jiao burst into laughter, hurriedly dragged the little guy out, and coaxed in a low voice, "This is Master Shi, you can't be called a pig!"
"Master!" Zhuang Zhuang nodded as if he didn't understand.
"My dear, I will call you Master in the future, and my mother will make dumplings for you!"
"Well, eat dumplings, meat dumplings!"
The little guy is very happy. If he can have dumplings to eat, then he won't be called a pig!
In the afternoon, Shen Han and Han Qiwei were out of school and brought Shi Hongmei Bao's shepherd's purse stuffed dumplings. They were already cooked and packed in a big bag. There must be fifty or sixty of them, and they were still steaming.
The two little guys had just woken up, and when they saw the fat dumplings, they became energized and shouted to eat them. Shen Jiao served them five or six each, dipped them in soy sauce, and let them eat slowly by themselves. After Han Qixiu's education, the two little guys now basically eat their own meals, and they rarely let Shen Jiao feed them.
The person who did the manual labor came back, and Shen Jiao went to the vegetable garden to cut a large handful of fresh leeks. This is the right time to eat leeks. The meat is the best pork belly. She took it out from the treasure bowl and let Shen Han With Han Qiwei, one chops the meat stuffing, the other kneads the dough and rolls the dumpling skin, and she is responsible for making the dumplings, which can be wrapped in one meal.
Dong Fangzheng slept until the sun went down before getting up, stretched comfortably, and patted his round belly. When Dong Fangzheng lowered his head and put on his shoes, he saw two cute little carrot heads.
"Master!" Zhuangzhuang called sweetly.
"Hey!"
Dong Fangzheng responded, and his mood suddenly improved a lot. How about saying that the child is an angel sent by God!
"Has your mother made dumplings?" Dong Fangzheng inquired about the news and teased Zhuangzhuang.
"Dumplings are delicious, strong little pig!"
Zhuangzhuang's eyes lit up when he heard the dumplings, he patted his little belly hard, it looked very cute, Dong Fangzheng endured a smile and nodded on his bulging little belly, then nodded, "Well, it's really a little pig!"
"Master Boar Pig!"
Pig is a very beautiful term for Zhuang Zhuang, and his status in his mind is no less than that of meat. For Dong Fangzheng, a chubby master, Zhuang Zhuang children's shoes are quite fond of him, and he feels cordial when he looks at it.
Dong Fang's face changed slightly, he looked down at his big belly, his face twitched, he was hungry for three days, why didn't he look small at all?
Daehui had to talk to his apprentice and discipline his son well. He was so stupid that he couldn't tell the difference between a man and a pig, so he turned and asked Paihuazi to pat him!
Yuanyuan patted her brother, Zhuangzhuang remembered the purpose of this place, took out a treasure from his pocket, and smiled sweetly at Dong Fangzheng: "Master, here it is!"
Dong Fangzheng looked curiously at the black paw that stretched out in front of him. It was so meaty that he really wanted to take a bite, but what was hidden in the little guy's hand, wouldn't it be delicious?
Children like to hide food the most. Dong Fangzheng immediately became interested. When he woke up, the old man's belly was really hungry again!
Shen Jiao just wrapped the dumplings, and the chubby dumplings were neatly placed on the baskets. There were three baskets, enough for the family to eat several times. When Han Qixiu came back, the dumplings could be cooked in the pot. .
"Xiaohan, go and wake my master up, don't fall asleep all the time, or you won't be able to sleep at night."
Shen Han giggled and went, and before he reached the door of the guest room, a tragic cry came out.
"Ah, mother!"
After a while, a round ball rolled out of the room. The speed was extremely fast, like a tornado. Shen Jiao was startled and ran out to see what was going on, but she only saw two small radishes in the room. With a confused look on his face, Dong Fangzheng didn't even have a ghost.
"Where's my master? What happened?"
Shen Han shrugged and pointed to the door. If he guessed right, the flexible ball just now should be Mr. Dong, tsk tsk, what an extraordinary skill!
Shen Jiao walked into the yard suspiciously, only to see Dong Fangzheng squatting on the stone table, shivering, seeing Shen Jiao coming angrily shouted: "You don't care about your little brat. ?"
"What's wrong with Yuanyuan Zhuangzhuang? Master, did they call you a pig?"
Aunt Shen immediately thought of the question of address. It wasn't because she praised her. Her son was very polite and had a very sweet mouth.
"Master, don't blame Yuanyuan Zhuangzhuang, they just can't tell the difference, and you can tell after a few more readings." Shen Jiao said good things for her son, and Shen Jiaxing also came out at this time. Hearing Shen Jiao's words, he endured it. Can't stop humming.
"You don't even look at yourself. Pigs are slimmer than you. It's no wonder that my great-grandson has to admit his mistake."
Dong Fangzheng was blocked so much that he couldn't say a word, and said angrily: "I'm a little belly? When did I blame them for calling people? You don't listen to me!"
"Then what are you talking about, what did Yuanyuan Zhuangzhuang do to you?" Shen Jiaxing choked.
Dong Fangzheng was very tired after squatting for a long time. He got off the table and lay on the Taishi chair, gasping for breath. He wanted to say that your little brat had bad intentions and deliberately scare the old man, but he felt that if he said that, the old profiteer would definitely laugh. He is timid.
"Forget it, I don't remember the villain's deeds, and I don't care about the little cubs. Have the leek dumplings been cooked? I'm hungry."
Shen Jiaxing rolled his eyes at him. He didn't bother to talk nonsense with him anymore. He was in his 60s, and he still cares about the little baby.
Two small **** rolled out and shouted at Dong Fangzheng happily: "Master, worm!"
No one in the family accompanies him to play with bugs. This fat master looked very interesting when he saw bugs just now, it was really fun!
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