Chapter 13 (Chapter 13 (Second Update)...)

When Song Yao woke up the next day, he sat on the bed in a daze for a while.

Then he looked down at his swollen left palm, and instantly remembered what happened yesterday. He hurriedly held his little hand to his mouth and snored.

The child tried hard to snort for several minutes, and felt that this was somewhat useful, so he got out of bed carefully.

He didn't dare to use his injured left hand, and tried to put on his clothes with his right hand for a long time but failed. Finally, he had to go out to ask for help from adults.

Grandma Song, who was still cooking, helped her grandson put on his clothes. Seeing him carefully protecting his left palm as she moved, she was angry and amused:

"You deserve it. Let's see if you dare to mess with bees again."

She also threatened Song Yao: "You wanted to poke a beehive before. Do you dare to do it again?"

Although he had no memory of provoking bees, the child still admitted his mistake:

"Grandma, don't be angry. I won't dare to do it again."

While admitting his mistake, he carefully stretched out his right hand, shook the corner of Grandma Song's clothes, and begged softly:

"Don't be angry with me again, okay."

Seeing his cute appearance, Grandma Song was actually not angry anymore. She just tried to calm her expression and looked at him unhappily:

"Okay, let go. Grandma is going to cook."

Song Yao pleaded softly: "Then Grandma, don't be angry. I'll let go, okay."

After a good sleep, his red and swollen eyes had recovered. Another cute and delicate look, such a soft voice and coquettish look is really hard to resist.

At least Grandma Song couldn't resist it.

Her expression softened uncontrollably, and her voice dropped eight tones:

"Okay, Grandma is angry because she feels sorry for you, just be careful in the future, go wash yourself."

After getting her approval, the child cheered and stretched out his little hand to hug his grandma: "Grandma, I love you the most!"

He ran away with a loving smile that Grandma Song couldn't help showing.

Song's father, who just came back from outside, witnessed this scene and showed a thoughtful expression.

He touched his son's little face as he passed by, and then walked to Grandma Song.

When Grandma Song saw that it was an unreliable son, her smile fell and she raised her eyelids to look at him.

Father Song immediately took the initiative to report:

"Mom, I went to Uncle Zhao's house to ask, he said he had never heard of bee stings affecting people's brains, and our youngest son was stung on the hand, so what he said yesterday was probably just a child's imagination."

Isn't it normal for children to like to imagine?

When he was a child, he also wanted to be a monkey.

Isn't the youngest son quite normal today?

After saying that, seeing that Grandma Song had no expression on her face, Father Song's eyes rolled, and hesitantly stepped forward, first looking back like a thief, to make sure that his son was not in the yard, and then he stretched out his hand to grab the corner of Grandma Song's clothes.

Grandma Song looked down at Huo Gong, and the corner of her clothes was grabbed by Father Song, and she couldn't sit down successfully.

Grandma Song: "?"

What she saw was the full arm muscles of her son who was stretched out his arms.

She: "You dare to hit me?"

Dad Song hurriedly said: "No, no, Mom, I'm here to admit my mistake. I shouldn't have asked my youngest son to help me observe bees. I really know I was wrong."

He secretly glanced at Grandma Song's face again, and felt that it seemed to be a little better than before. He was very calm and confidently imitated his son's way of shaking his mother's clothes:

"Mom, I won't dare to do it again in the future. Please don't be angry anymore, okay?"

Grandma Song, who was almost shaken down by him: "..."

I have to say here that Dad Song looks like Grandpa Song, both of them have typical square faces and strong features, which are particularly in line with the justice aesthetics of Zhongzhou.

In addition, he is tall and muscular. If he is not a strong man, he can be called a tough guy.

Such a tough man's rough voice that can't be softened, and his voice is as loud as a bell...

Grandma Song just stood firm, and when she looked up and saw her son saying such words with such a face, she almost broke the fire stick in her hand.

She gritted her teeth and resisted the urge to hit her son: "Get out of here!"

Song's father was happy. Oh, isn't this the same process as his son just now?

He shook even more happily: "Mom, I will let you go only if you are not angry anymore."

Song's grandmother could no longer bear it, and her voice suddenly rose eight degrees: "You dare to threaten me?"

Song's grandfather, who had just come out of the house with water, paused and silently retreated with the water.

Song's father was stunned by Song's grandmother's roar, and finally realized that something seemed to be wrong, and he was scared: "I didn't..."

Seeing that his mother had raised the firewood stick in her hand, he subconsciously stepped back in fear.

——Tear.

Song's father looked at the broken pieces in his hand and froze.

Grandma Song lowered her head, looking at the clothes with a missing piece of clothing, and the fire stick in her hand snapped and broke.

Dad Song: "..."

He swallowed his saliva: "Mom, Mom, calm down, this matter is not what you think..."

Grandma Song looked at him deeply, took a breath, turned around and shouted to the house: "Song Tianduo, come out and take your son away!"

Grandpa Song in the house: "..."

He put down the water, walked out with a steady and serious face, first looked at Grandma Song, then looked at her son, with a face of "I don't know":

"What's wrong?"

However, Grandma Song didn't care whether he knew or not, and pointed at him and scolded:

" You still have the nerve to ask what's wrong. Look at your good son. Look at what he made of my clothes. What do you teach him every day? "

"I told you not to spoil him too much before. He should go to the fields and work. You insisted that it's okay to love him more.

Don't think I don't know. The day before yesterday, I asked Song Youcai to work, and you secretly helped him. He has an eight-year-old child but he thinks he is seventeen or eighteen years old. You spoiled him!"

Both father and son were too guilty to say anything.

Grandma Song pointed at them and scolded them. After she let out a breath, she looked at her husband unhappily:

"Take your son away. If you delay my cooking again, you two won't eat!"

She chose a new firewood stick and added firewood to the stove while scolding:

"Really, you treat him like a child every day. You spoil him like you!"

Grandpa Song and his father escaped and quickly slipped out.

After going out, he looked at his grandson who was still washing himself carefully. Grandpa Song, who had suffered an unexpected disaster, glanced at his son and led him to a place where Song Yao could not see.

Then he spoke very steadily:

"Don't you have anything to say to me?"

Song's father: "... Dad, things are not as you see... Hey! Be gentle! Wrong, wrong!"

Song Yao washed himself carefully, took out the stick and began to write on the ground.

He was writing carefully, and suddenly looked up.

Hey, it seems that he heard his father calling.

005: [Learning degree plus one, does the host want to learn a new course? ]

The child's attention was immediately drawn back: [Okay, I will learn for a while. ]

Looking at the learning degree in the single digit, he sighed like a little adult.

Originally, he could not afford the course he wanted to buy, and now he promised his father that he would learn to raise bees from the book. Song Yao felt that he was so busy.

But he has an advantage, that is, he will not escape.

After finding himself extremely busy, Song Yao became even more diligent than before.

The child who had no idea that human desires would grow with time thought naively: I will just have to wait until I buy the courses I want now.

Song Yao was immersed in his studies and nothing could tempt him to leave his studies.

——Except for eating.

When the aroma of food drifted past him, the child, who was full of seriousness, raised his face.

He shrugged his little nose and swallowed his saliva at the smell.

After barely persevering to finish a short lesson, Song Yao immediately exited the study space and ran into the yard.

"Grandma, what did you make? It smells so good."

"Fried eggs." Grandma Song smiled and picked up a piece with chopsticks and handed it to her grandson: "Try it and see if it tastes good?"

Song Yao's eyes sparkled as he ate: "It tastes good. This is the best fried eggs I have ever eaten."

Grandma Song thought, isn't it? This fried egg has so much oil in it, it must be delicious.

You know, oil is very expensive (for their family), and she used to count the drops of oil.

If the family was not about to receive a huge sum of 8.5 yuan, she would not be so willing to spend so much oil and use eggs to cook.

Save when you should save, and eat well when you should eat well.

Grandma Song is very clear about this.

She asked Song Yao: "Are you going to the county town with Dad today?"

Song Yao nodded: "I still want to go."

Although there was nothing fun in the county town yesterday, he wanted to go everywhere when he thought about going to school tomorrow.

Grandma Song had guessed it long ago and nodded: "Then I'll bring you some food."

Although Song Yao and Song's father didn't say they were hungry on the road yesterday, Grandma Song knew it clearly just by looking at the two of them eating more anxiously than usual at the dinner table.

In the past, when Song's father went to the county town alone, he always came back at the right time for dinner. Yesterday, it was probably because he was selling honey and brought Song Yao with him. The child's legs were short and he couldn't walk fast, so Song's father needed to slow down to match his son.

Song's grandmother made scrambled eggs today for this reason. Of course, it's best to eat something meaty on the road.

She first took out a small bamboo tube, put some rice in it, and then put enough scrambled eggs, and added some green vegetables. She thought it was enough for her grandson, so she handed it to Song Yao who was looking at her eagerly.

"Here, eat this when you're hungry on the road."

"Wow!" Song Yao happily took it and looked at it over and over again as if he was holding a big treasure.

It was the first time he got a meal that he could eat on the road.

So strange, so fresh, so fun.

Grandma Song reminded: "Remember to chew it a few more times when eating, and swallow it when you feel it's not so cold."

Although the weather is good now and it's not cold, it's better not to eat cold food if you can.

Song Yao nodded with a curious face: "I will!"

Seeing her grandson agree obediently (although her face expression was excited for some reason), Grandma Song took a big bamboo tube and started to put Song's father's food in it.

Also put the rice first, and then put the scrambled eggs.

Hum, stinky boy, you still want to eat eggs, just put some flavor.

Grandma Song muttered to herself and put a spoonful, then looked at it and felt that it was a bit too little. After all, he was such a big adult man, how could it be enough to eat so little.

So she put another spoonful.

Then she thought about what her son said yesterday, that he slept in a bamboo basket all the way to the county town, and was carried directly to the supply and marketing cooperative by his father. That must have consumed a lot of physical energy.

So she put another spoonful.

Grandma Song felt that it was almost done, and she was satisfied and went to get the lid to cover it. When the lid was about to fall, she suddenly remembered that her son liked to eat eggs very much.

It was rare for the family to make scrambled eggs, and two spoonfuls were already given, so it didn't matter if there was another spoonful.

Grandma Song, who had convinced herself in her heart, added another spoonful with confidence, and then covered the lid.

She looked down again and found that the scrambled eggs in the pot were directly reduced by half, and she felt guilty immediately.

"Ahem."

Grandma Song tried to pretend that nothing had happened. While putting the remaining scrambled eggs on a plate, she said to Song Yao, who was still looking at the small bamboo tube:

"Youngest, go and call your father and grandfather to eat."

"Okay!"

Song Yao ran out happily holding his small bamboo tube.

"Dad! Grandpa! Let's eat!"

***

The family sat at the table again, and Song Yao happily took the small bowl and ate seriously.

Grandpa Song and Dad Song were also very surprised to see fried eggs.

Except for the youngest child, other people in their family rarely eat eggs.

Dad Song was so happy that he picked up a piece and ate it with rice. As soon as he put it in his mouth, he was full of praise: "Mom, it's delicious, you are so amazing, it's so delicious."

Grandpa Song also took a bite and nodded: "Delicious."

Song Yao, who was eating, immediately joined the team:

"This plate of fried eggs is not only delicious, but also beautiful. I just learned a new word, called color, fragrance and taste. I found that the food you cook is very color, fragrance and taste."

Grandma Song raised her lips reservedly: "Okay, everyone's mouth is so sweet, this is fried with four eggs, how can it not be delicious?"

Dad Song found the highlight: "It looks like there are not four, are you taking small eggs?"

Grandma Song glanced at him: "Aren't you going to the county today to pick up Honey to the comrade in the supply and marketing cooperative? I guess it's too late for lunch, so I brought you some food. "

Grandpa Song, who was eating, immediately said: "Then give them more scrambled eggs."

Grandma Song was noble and cold, as if the person who added scrambled eggs one spoonful after another was not herself:

"It's enough to eat on the way, why put so much? Young man, just eat a little taste."

Grandpa Song tried to be steady: "After all, we are in a hurry."

Song Yao didn't notice how many scrambled eggs there were in his father's bamboo tube. He patted his chest and said to Song's father:

"It's okay, Dad, grandma brought me scrambled eggs, and I'll give you some of mine."

Song's father was moved and rubbed his son's head: "Good boy! ! "

Grandma Song continued to eat noble and cold.

While eating, she thought that there was indeed a reason why her son was so unreliable at such a age.

From Grandpa Song to Song Yao, the whole family spoiled this kid too much.

But it's okay.

She was very sober.