Chapter 12 Don’t let that ugly bear in

Here, Shi Lan also hurried back home quickly. When he passed by Wanmin Hall, he planned to fulfill his promise to help Xiang Ling taste the dishes. Unfortunately, it was too late, Xiang Ling seemed to have rested, and there was only Master Mao in the store.

I was cleaning and couldn't see anyone else.

Seeing Master Mao, Shi Lan decisively turned around and left, not giving Master Mao a chance to escape.

It's good that an uncle was obsessed with him and wanted to drag him to learn how to cook.

Finally arriving at the door of his home, Shi Lan stretched out comfortably and pushed the door open.

The house was quiet, and Dad Shishan must have fallen asleep.

Shi Lan lit the candle, placed it on the bedside table, changed into slippers, and ran to the small bathroom in the backyard to take a bath.

There is a bucket in the backyard, and the bucket is covered with a film. In this way, if you leave it in the sun for an afternoon, the water in the bucket will be very hot at night. It is just right for bathing, so you can save money.

The time it takes for the stove to boil water.

After taking a shower, I feel refreshed and comfortable.

I took off my shoes and went to bed, leaned against the bedside, took out a small notebook, and quietly wrote down my diary by the light of a candle that was not very bright.

However, this diary is more like a ledger, which records his personal income and expenses.

The pocket money Shishan gave him was also recorded as income.

"Ahem..."

Two slight coughs came from the other side of the screen.

"Dad? Aren't you asleep yet?"

"..."

No reply.

Shi Lan smiled and shook his head, thinking he was talking in his sleep.

"You brat..." Shishan finally spoke.

The sudden sound made Shi Lan tremble in fright.

"Did I wake you up?"

"No." Shi Shan at the other end moved his body to let his stiff body move a little, and then said: "Tell me honestly, have you done something shameful?"

Shi Lan was confused: "Huh???"

"Speak quickly!" Shi Shan's tone was very serious.

Shi Lan honestly confessed: "No."

"No? Then why did someone throw money in from the window just now?"

"Is there such a good thing?" Shi Lan was surprised.

Shishan said anxiously: "What a good thing! There is no such thing as a good thing falling from the sky! You must have done something outside!"

"How can I not! I'm super well-behaved, okay!"

"You brat, you took our bowls out to sell a few days ago, saying they were used by Emperor Yanwang, and people came to visit you. I gave them back 20,000 molas! Why don't you grow up?

Remember! Emperor Yanwang's bowl sells for 20,000, is this the only one who falls for your wrongdoing?"

Shi Lan thought for a moment and said, "I understand! I'll sell it for 100,000 next time."

Shi Shan choked up at his son's words: "If I can get up, I will beat you up!"

"Speaking of someone throwing money in, did you see who it was? How much money was thrown in?"

Shishan said angrily: "Ten thousand molas, just hit me on the head. When I woke up, they would have left. I guess you were caught out again fooling people. Let me tell you, this money may

It's not clean, maybe it's stolen property, you can send it to the General Affairs Department tomorrow..."

"Ten thousand molas!?" Shi Lan immediately thought of the ten thousand molas that Ningguang had used to deceive him as an excuse for not being able to give him change. In addition, he saw Yelan on the Drum Tower of Feiyunpo shortly after going out.

I guessed what was going on.

Ning Guang chuckled lightly, becoming more convinced that Ning Guang was just trying to beat himself up not to be too greedy today.

"No need to give it away, just take what they give you."

"What?" Shi Shan's face changed: "Let me tell you, our old Shi family are all kind people. Although we are not rich, we still have a bottom line and morals. Can we take this money casually? Don't wait for Qian

Yan Jun is here!"

Shi Lan held up his forehead and explained helplessly: "I'm helping Ningguang do something, isn't it? She gave me this money, so feel free to take it."

"Really?" Shi Shan was doubtful.

Shi Lan had no choice but to tell everything about today's events.

Shishan was silent for a long time after hearing this, expressing shock that his son dared to sit down with Ningguang and raise the price.

"I told you that we should be kind. Do you dare to ask for more of Ningguang's money? He is about to become a seven-star, so try to be more careful."

"When someone brings the money back, it means they are not angry. Go to sleep, you wife..."

Shishan had no choice but to give up, humming and lying down in a comfortable position, still a little worried, and continued to teach him earnestly.

You should be ethical as a person and don't speculate or take advantage of others.

These words were more effective than a lullaby. Shi Lan fell asleep quickly after listening to them. He slept very soundly that night.

At three o'clock in the morning the next day, Shi Lan was woken up by his father Shi Shan.

He is very diligent on weekdays, but he went to bed late last night. In order to get enough sleep, he still needs to sleep more in the morning to replenish his sleep. He must sleep for four hours.

"You brat! Are you going to starve your father to death?"

While he was sleeping soundly, Shishan over there couldn't sleep peacefully. His stomach was already growling and his stomach was empty.

You can't blame him. He drank two bowls of rice porridge and some pickles last night, but he didn't feel hungry at all. Especially during the recovery period, it is very important to have three meals on time.

Shi Lan also opened his eyes suddenly, and then felt a little uncomfortable being stabbed by the sunlight outside the window.

I got up and closed the curtains, got dressed, got out of bed, and boiled water for cooking.

"I have already worked hard for my family at a young age. My life is very hard."

Shi Shan heard Shi Lan's complaint and said angrily: "We don't lack food or clothing for you, so why bother cooking?"

"Yes, yes, I am too lazy."

Shi Lan made hot water, helped Shi Shan up, washed his face and wiped his neck.

At this time I heard someone knocking on the door.

"Shi Lan? Have you gotten up?"

"Um?"

The crisp voice sounded familiar.

Shi Lan opened the door, and there stood a cute little girl at the door, with her hands behind her back, her short blue hair braided into a butterfly shape, and her big, watery eyes, so delicate.

Xiangling greeted politely: "Good morning, Shi Lan!"

"Isn't this Xiangling? Is something wrong?"

Hearing this, Xiangling took out a lunch box from behind and said, "Dad made some nutritious breakfast and asked me to bring it to Uncle Shi."

Shi Lan looked strange: "Didn't Uncle Mao ask you to bring me a message?"

"Yes." Xiangling nodded obediently, and the butterflies in her braids kept flying: "Dad said he would be very busy today! He can't cook alone and needs help, but who will come to help him?

…”

Having said this, Xiang Ling secretly raised her eyes to look at Shi Lan.

Shi Lan turned his head and looked to the left, just in time to see Master Mao sticking his head out from the counter, greeting him with a smile, his eyes were like looking at the dishes on the chopping board.

Da Sunny's cold hands and feet shivered, and Shi Lan's expression became very exciting. He quickly took the lunch box and entered the house, calling for Xiang Ling to follow him.

"Wanmin Hall is very busy every day." Shi Lan said helplessly, but he didn't expect Master Mao to use the bitterness trick.

Then he discovered the little thing following Xiang Ling and said quickly: "Don't let that ugly bear come in!"

"Huh??" The little animal that looked like a bear but didn't look like a bear tilted its head, wondering why Shi Lan treated it so differently.

Xiang Ling asked in confusion: "What's wrong with Guo Ba?"

"When did you get a bear as a pet? Is it a good boy? I'm afraid it will defecate anywhere."

Guo Ba: “???” (Are you sure you don’t want to reorganize the language?)

Seeing that Shi Lan didn't want to see Guo Ba, Xiang Ling pouted dissatisfied, squatted down and hugged Guo Ba: "It's called Guo Ba! It's my good friend! It's not a pet! Guo Ba is very good! It can breathe fire, burn pots, and cook

Spicy pork steamed buns, I know how to eat spicy pork steamed buns..."

Seeing Xiang Ling praising herself so much, Guo Ba nodded spiritually with his hands on his hips.

Shi Lan interrupted Xiang Ling's singing: "Stop, stop, stop, what else can it do besides spicy pork wowotou?"

"Hmm..." Xiangling raised her head and thought for a moment, "It can make noodles!"

"Where's the noodles?"

"Make spicy pork steamed buns."

Shi Lan: "......"
Chapter completed!