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Chapter 211 Thinking for Yourself

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    The couple waited for a while, but did not hear Yan Chuan's answer.

    "Maybe I didn't hear it. I'll go to his room and ask."

    Yan Heping walked to the door of Yan Chuan's room. The door was closed. The moment he reached out to push the door, he heard the sound of Yan Chuan getting out of bed.  When he opened the door, Yan Chuan was already sitting in front of the desk, holding a pen in his hand, staring at an exercise book on the desk, as if he was thinking about something.

    Yan Heping walked to his son, leaned over and glanced at the exercise book: "Why do you make so many mistakes in reading the essay?"

    Yan Chuan said: "The teacher is biased. My classmates and I have the same answers. She criticizes my classmates for being right and me for being wrong."

    Yan Heping sighed: "I can't blame your teacher, just you two dog-like words, if it were me, I would close my eyes and just strike out."

    "So you were kicked out of the teaching team!" Yan Chuan teased, "It can be seen that you lost your job, not only because of me, but also because of yourself. If you are a rare talent, even if you made a mistake,  The leader will also protect you."

    Yan Heping was so angry that he tapped Yan Chuan's exercise book with one hand: "Now we are talking about your problem, don't try to change the subject. How many times have I told you that you should practice calligraphy as soon as you pick up a pen, and you must ensure that  Any homework must be clear, fair and tidy. The teacher has a different mood when facing a clean homework and a sloppy homework. You are my own son, and I want to tear them up when I see your homework  , Do you think about your teacher's mood? To be honest, I really sympathize with your teacher, how depressed I am when I see ghosts like yours every day?" He looked at Yan Chuan's handwriting again, and sighed helplessly.  , "" Well, the writing is not as good as that of elementary school students.  Every winter and summer vacation, don't you let you practice calligraphy, why do you still write like this?  You go and look at your sister's previous homework, you are so ashamed that you want to smash your head to death with a piece of tofu!  "

    "My sister is good, my sister is Miao, my sister is croaking, are you satisfied?" Yan Chuan moved the exercise book to the side, blocking Yan Heping's sight with his body, "If you come to laugh at me, then  Your goal has been achieved, now you can go."

    Yan Heping remembered his purpose and asked, "Do you need to add salt to Dongpo meat?"

    Yan Chuan said: "Think about it yourself!"

    "Don't talk about pulling it down, do you think I can't figure it out?"

    Yan Heping walked to the door and heard Yan Chuan muttering there: "If you know my sister's recipe, it will make you so ashamed that you want to kill yourself with a piece of tofu!"

    Yan Heping heard it, but pretended not to hear anything.  I realized that it was indeed inappropriate for me to always compare my daughter with my son.  Use Yan Xi as an example everywhere, ask Yan Chuan to follow the example of his sister, but as a father, how can he do it?

    In a family like theirs, there shouldn't be a character as exquisite as Yan Xi. Her arrival is a gift from heaven to them.  Such a gift can only be unique, how can he greedily think that there will be a second one?

    Back in the kitchen, Qi Yueru asked, "How about it, do you want to add salt?"

    "Let's figure it out?"

    "What do you mean, I still don't understand this question?" Qi Yueru's heart was burning with anger. When she met such a father and son, she would be unlucky for eight lifetimes. "Okay, I'll figure it out. Say it  Grab a handful of salt in there."

    As a result, the whole family drank two pots of boiled water after eating the plate of Dongpo pork for dinner.

    While drinking water, Yan Chuan chattered to Qi Yueru: "Mom, you own a salt mine, don't you? Dongpo meat can be salted like this. I really admire you. When you cook  Don¡¯t use your brain? You put sugar and soy sauce, soy sauce is salty, so you don¡¯t have a basic taste structure in your mind?¡±

    Qi Yueru stared at her son: "What do you mean, call me brainless, don't you? I worked so hard to raise you up, did you come to scold me? No matter how bad I am, at least I am doing it.  You stretch out your clothes, stretch your hands, and open your mouth, what right do you have to say about me?"

    Yan Chuan didn't pay attention to his mother's anger at all, with a look of life and death: "You see, I don't want to accept other people's opinions at all. Cooking is actually a science, and it tests a person  People¡¯s logical judgment, spatial integration, aesthetics and imagination. You think my sister learned those dishes from the recipes, but she is wrong, many of them are realized by herself.¡±

    Qi Yueru really wondered if this son was wrongly reported by the hospital, how could it be his own son?

    "Your dad and I asked you, do you want to put salt? You pretended to be sophisticated in front of us as if you had taken a martial arts secret book, and now you are talking a lot of nonsense. Your sister is so good and capable. When she comes back  Don't eat my cooking before!"

    "Yeah, your mother has to rush home to cook after work.hard.  As long as you eat the dishes made by your parents with gratitude, how can there be so many words?  Yan Heping looked at his son kindly, "I see you, you didn't eat less just now!"  "

    Yan Chuan said: "I don't want to waste everything, such a good pork belly, if you can't eat it, it's a pity to throw it away."

    Qi Yueru got angry and didn't care about the money anymore. He said proudly: "Even if I throw it away, it's still my money wasted, and it's none of your business. You might as well throw it away, you white-eyed wolf!"

    "Don't say such things!" Yan Heping started to talk to each other again, "My son is still young, and he speaks indiscriminately, so don't be as knowledgeable as him. Yan Chuan, be careful when you speak in the future, and don't hurt mother like this."

    Yan Chuan was aggrieved: "Am I still sad? I heard that I would eat Dongpo pork today, but my mind was full of Dongpo pork. It is thin-skinned and tender, with a bright red color; the taste is mellow and juicy, and it is fragrant and not glutinous.  The greasy taste is ready to come out, but in the end you gave me such a plate of food, can you understand how I feel? Hopes have failed, what a psychological trauma this is!"

    Yan Heping, the former Chinese teacher, was so speechless by his son that a plate of Dongpo meat was all related to psychological trauma. What else could he say?

    Still Qi Yueru was simple and rude, pointing to the bowls and chopsticks on the table, and ordered the father and son: "Clean up the table."

    This method is often the most effective.

    Yan Heping looked at his son resentfully: "Look, I've made your mother angry again, and you've got to clean up the trouble you caused."

    "I still have to do my homework!"

    Just as Yan Chuan got up, Yan Heping grabbed him: "Don't try to escape, old rules, rock-paper-scissors."

    "Okay!" Yan Chuan was full of confidence, because he had never lost a game of rock-paper-scissors with Yan Heping.

    Father and son rock-paper-scissors decide who does the dishes.

    As a result, Yan Heping lost, and Yan Chuan was overjoyed: "Look, I already knew it would be like this."

    Yan Heping reluctantly cleaned up the dishes: "Our family is a biological chain. I am at the bottom." (Remember the website URL: www.hlnovel.com
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