The child was very happy to see Ye Xin, and ran over with his short legs, "Mom, why are you here? Why didn't anyone tell me?"
Ye Xin silently took two steps back, "Wash your paws first before coming over."
Guan Nanshan ran to the stream outside the yard, rubbing his hands hard. The watermelon juice was easy to wash, but the carbon ash from the roasted potatoes was a little difficult to wash. He used soap twice before washing it.
Ye Xin also figured it out during this period. It turned out that her youngest son had no idea that she was here today, and her heart was hurt so much.
Guan Guoqiang set his sights on the watermelon peel on this table.
"Old man, do you still have watermelons in your house? Why don't I know?"
Tong Ranhuan smiled, "I am such a big mountain, and you haven't traveled all of them, so of course I don't know."
As she said that, she handed over a piece.
As soon as Guan Guoqiang ate it, his eyes lit up. It was cold and cool, and it was cool and sweet. It quenched thirst and heat, and it was better than what he had eaten in summer.
"Give me two!" He happened to take it back to entertain Lei Dapao, which made him not want to leave at all.
"Sir, do you still want to eat melons?" Tong Ranzun greeted Xiao Tuanzi.
The little dumpling that was holding the watermelon and gnawing happily raised his head, revealing a confused look. Its mouth was still stained with watermelon seeds. Most of the watermelon had been gnawed so red that it was gone. Tong Ranhan was so amused that he couldn't cry and cry. He really wouldn't be so saver.
"Go and choose three ripe melons for Lao Guan, and let's eat the rest for lunch."
"Aoah!"
Xiaotuanzi immediately threw the clean watermelon peel in his hand into its rice bowl, then pulled out its special panda chewed bamboo handkerchief from the small bag, and carefully wiped his mouth and claws before leading the way.
The small handkerchief was naturally thrown to Tong Ranhuan, which was very obvious. It was dirty and it was time to wash it.
Tong Ransan bought 10 handkerchiefs for the same series of panda-patterned handkerchiefs, and the pattern of each handkerchief is different.
The little dumpling loves cleanliness and eats, basically one per day and washes it every day.
"Mom, let's go too. Grandpa can't handle three watermelons alone." The child of Guan Nanshan stared at Xiao Tuanzi's cheerful back, took Ye Xin's hand, and trotted all the way to chase him.
Ye Xin was a little confused, "Didn't you say you bought two? Why did it turn into three?"
"My wife has rules. Anyone who wants to buy the things in her field must pick them by themselves, and then leave 40% for her. We can buy 60%. Grandpa wants to buy two watermelons, so he must pick three, and leave one for My wife."
Guan Nanshan explains.
Ye Xin felt that she couldn't get her mind out of getting off the bus.
First, I didn't see Xin Xinniannian's youngest son, then I saw my father-in-law driving a tricycle like an old man in the countryside, and then I saw my son gnawing on a roast potato like a wild child, and I was so happy.
Now, even the way of buying things is so unique.
But everyone still looked for it for granted and it was very appropriate.
Is this the case in the village?
It was the first time she entered the village. She was so ignorant that she felt strange?
"Dad, would you choose watermelon? What if you buy something that is not ripe?" When he came to the vegetable garden by the river, he finally saw the piece of watermelon, and Ye Xin asked.
"No grandpa, you can choose national treasures! National treasures are very powerful! They are very capable! The watermelon we eat is all chosen by national treasures."
Guan Nanshan's words are full of pride. Those who don't know think that the national treasure is his dog.
Ye Xin actually didn't believe it very much. She had never seen a dog who could pick watermelons.
I saw a small dumpling shuttle through the watermelon field and walked to a big melon. First, he sniffed it with his little nose, then raised his front paw and patted it gently. Then he turned his head to look at Guan Guoqiang and pointed at the big melon.
"Grandpa, that one can be picked." The child from Guannanshan acted as a temporary translator.
"Okay!" Guan Guoqiang took it down immediately.
Then, the national treasure wandered around the melon field and carefully selected two more.
Three people, three melons, and one dog, go home.
For some well-known reasons, watermelons are also 10 yuan per catty, which is far more than the market price, but no one has any objection to this price.
Guan Guoqiang wanted to put the biggest melon in front of him on the electronic scale.
Suddenly, a small black and white ball came over and lay on the big watermelon, "Ao!"
We want to eat this, not sell it!
Tong Ranhuan looked at the other two smaller watermelons and instantly understood.
It turns out that it has chosen two smallest ones for others, one largest one, keep the big ones for themselves and sell the small ones for others.
She couldn't help but reach out and rubbed its head, "It's smart for you!"
Xiao Tuanzi raised his chin and squinted his eyes, so proud that he was so proud, "Ao!"
Just a little clever and there is room for improvement.
"puff!"
Tong Ranhuan couldn't help but laughed out loud.
Who learned it from?
Finally, Guan Guoqiang didn’t buy the nearly 20 kilograms of big melon that he brought back, so he bought two small melons, and the total was less than 20 kilograms!
It's such a waste of effort. This puppy is too smart. Don't you treat him as a transport worker?
Ye Xin was also shocked. No wonder her younger son couldn't bear to leave the puppy, which was too smart.
At the Guan family’s dining table, national treasures became the topic of discussion.
Speaking of national treasures, it is definitely the home court of the children of Guannanshan. There are ones here, but he doesn’t know this little dumpling.
The child was clear logic, organized, and spoke vividly and interestingly. Even Lei Dapao was stunned.
Originally, the delicious food on this table made him eat an extra bowl of rice, but now, in the crisp sound of the child, he ate another half bowl of rice.
Everyone's eyes were all on the children of Guannanshan. They were fascinated by the stories. Only Ye Xin looked suspicious of life. Has the youngest son been here for a week?
Why does this make you feel like a big Northeastern slap?
Where did her youngest son who spoke standard Mandarin go?