If the bragging comes true, then it doesn’t count as bragging.

Meng Wanqiu's family.

When Ning Yuan followed Meng Wanqiu into the house, he found little Meng Hao crying and writing something on the paper.

"What are you doing? Are you so sad?" Ning Yuan said happily.

"School is about to start, and I haven't finished my summer homework yet." Xiao Meng Hao replied with a choked voice.

"Don't cry, write quickly." Meng Wanqiu said with a fierce face.

Little Meng Hao obediently put away his tears.

Ning Yuan smiled and shook his head, then went to the refrigerator to get a bottle of drink.

I opened the refrigerator and found a dazzling array of drinks inside.

Sprite, Mirinda, Wusu, you name it.

Ning Yuan picked a bottle of Fatty Happy Water and was about to close the refrigerator door.

Suddenly, I discovered that on the first floor of the refrigerator dedicated to French fries, there was a book corner exposed behind a large bag of French fries.

I pulled it out and looked at it, and found that it was a summer homework for the second grade.

Ning Yuan turned around and asked, "Little Meng Hao, why did you put your summer homework in the refrigerator?"

Little Meng Hao suddenly turned around and looked at the homework in Ning Yuan's hands, wanting to cry without tears.

On the other side, Meng Wanqiu looked at Meng Hao with murderous eyes: "You unlucky boy, are you hiding your homework again?"

Little Meng Hao's mouth tightened, and he almost wanted to cry. He hesitated and said, "No, Mom, I just want to calm down for my homework."

When Ning Yuan heard this, he almost burst into laughter: "What you did like this makes your mother very uncool."

Under Meng Wanqiu's murderous eyes, little Meng Hao stood up in a hurry, ran to Ning Yuan, glanced at Ning Yuan resentfully, then took the homework and ran back to the table to continue writing.

Ning Yuan looked at little Meng Hao working hard on his homework, laughing so hard that he held his stomach.

Haha!

Apart from New Year's Eve, the only thing that can make thousands of houses brightly lit is the day before school starts.

It’s so interesting for primary school students to catch up on their homework.

love to watch.

It would be better to have more homework.

Ok?

How can I have such thoughts?

sin sin.

Ning Yuan drank happy water and sat down on the sofa happily.

Ning Yuan drank for a while and felt a little uncomfortable, so he just took out the cigarette case.

Meng Wanqiu came over with a transparent glass ashtray and put it on the coffee table: "Let's put it in there. Don't spread it everywhere, or I'll have to wipe it up."

Meng Wanqiu knew that Ning Yuan had a little hobby of smoking, so he kept an ashtray at home.

Ning Yuan looked at Meng Wanqiu lovingly, thinking that Sister Qiu was virtuous.

At this time, little Meng Hao, who was writing homework in the corner of the living room, turned around and said with a serious face: "Brother Yuan, it is written on the cigarette box that smoking is harmful to health, so you cannot smoke."

Ning Yuan dismissed it: "It's a joke, the cover of your summer homework says Happy Summer Vacation. Are you happy?"

Lore!

"what--"

A wailing sound echoed through the living room.

This time, little Meng Hao burst into tears.

Meng Wanqiu came out with the washed and cut fruits and glared at Ning Yuan: "Don't tease him. I couldn't finish my homework."

Ning Yuan took a nice puff of smoke and said: "It's okay. I'll tutor him later and he can finish all the homework. When I was in college, it was the day before the final exam. But with a pen and one night, A miracle.”

Meng Wanqiu snorted and went into the kitchen to work.

On the other side, when little Meng Hao heard Ning Yuan's words, he stopped crying, picked up his homework and ran to the sofa next to Ning Yuan to sit down: "Brother Yuan, teach me quickly."

"Okay, let me give you some pointers, Brother Yuan."

Ning Yuan looked at the homework book in Xiao Meng Hao's hand. When he looked at it, he saw that it was full of ghost drawings.

For a sentence-making topic, Xiao Menghao actually wrote a curved line without even a single stroke in the middle.

What is this?

Ning Yuan almost spit out the happy water he had not yet swallowed when he drank it.

"No, Meng Hao, are you prescribing medicine? Is this in Latin? Damn, even the doctors in tertiary hospitals can't compare to you." Ning Yuan said.

Little Meng Hao scratched his butt in embarrassment: "I couldn't write before, so I just scribbled it."

"You kid, what's wrong with making sentences? I'll give you a few examples for your reference."

Ning Yuan pointed to a topic in the homework book: "Look at this sentence construction task. Let's make a sentence using 'sad'. Isn't this easy to do?"

"Just say: It's raining, and there is a small ditch in front of my house. I'm very sad. Isn't this enough? It's super simple, okay." Ning Yuan said.

"There is also this 'sure enough' sentence. Isn't this simpler? I ate fruit and then smoked a cigarette. This happened without opening my mouth. You just didn't pay attention. Real-life scenes can give us a lot of inspiration."

"There is also a sentence that uses more... more... more... what to make a sentence. Isn't this simpler? You haven't watched TV? Hushubao sanitary napkins are drier, more comfortable and more considerate." Ning Yuan said.

At this moment, little Meng Hao felt like there were several lightning strikes on his head, and his head was buzzing.

Brother Yuan's sentences are all correct, but he always feels that something is wrong, but he can't put it out.

Little Meng Hao pointed to the homework book and said, "What about using 'if' in this sentence?"

"This is easier. Think about your current situation. What are your thoughts now?" Ning Yuan asked.

Xiao Menghao was stunned for a moment and said, "My idea is that it would be nice if there were no homework during the summer vacation."

You're a fucking genius.

Ning Yuan clapped his hands and said, "Look, wouldn't the word "if" just come out?"

"Oh no, Brother Yuan, I understand." Little Meng Hao said with his eyes shining.

"Well, little kid, go and do your homework. It's actually not difficult. Don't be afraid of it, but learn to face it." Ning Yuan encouraged.

"Well, Brother Yuan, I have no problem making sentences, but I still can't do this question." Xiao Menghao turned to the next page of his homework book.

"Let me see." Ning Yuan looked at the questions on the homework book and read them word by word.

[Read it and find out the car brand hidden in the poem]

[BMW carved cars fill the road with fragrance]

【Come out of the hall with a disheveled flower crown】

[Lotus flowers only grow in mud]

[Your kindness is like rain and dew, your power is like thunder]

"Hell, what kind of check-eight question is this? Is it an advertisement? The advertisement is included in the summer homework of primary school students?"

Ning Yuan read it again and knew that the first sentence was about BMW cars, and the last sentence should be about Regal cars.

I don't know about the others.

As an experienced driver, I can’t even recognize these car names, and they actually appeared in my summer homework in elementary school.

What are you doing?

Ning Yuan took out his mobile phone and searched the Internet for a long time. Finally, he found all the car brands, but he was speechless.

"What's the point of this kind of check-eight question?"

Ning Yuan took the summer homework and said indignantly: "If you give the car brand first and then ask the students to think of a related poem, that would be better. At least you can test the students' cultural heritage."

"You give me ancient poems first, and then find the name of the car brand. Even my old driver can't answer it."

Ning Yuan returned the homework to Xiao Menghao: "Okay, although it is a check-eight question, it still needs to be done. Go ahead and write it."

"Okay." Little Meng Hao sat back on the table obediently and continued to write furiously.

With the guidance of Ning Yuan, a college student, little Meng Hao's homework speed has been greatly improved.

Ning Yuan saw that little Meng Hao had no problem, so he strolled to the kitchen.

In the kitchen, Meng Wanqiu was frying two fish.

Meng Wanqiu noticed Ning Yuan coming in and looked at him angrily: "I asked you to teach Meng Hao how to write homework. What did you teach me? Especially about sentence making. What's going on in your head?"

The kitchen was not closed, and she could hear Ning Yuan's voice clearly in the kitchen.

Ning Yuan smiled: "It's okay, children. Don't always feed them standard answers. That will only make them more and more rigid. We should make children's wisdom more lively."

"With your mouth, you can make sense of anything." Meng Wanqiu no longer dwelled on the matter, holding the spatula in her hand, she began to smash the two fish in the pot.

"Hey, what are you doing? How can you eat it if it's broken?" Ning Yuan asked anxiously.

"Originally, I'm just making soup. I'm going to make a crucian carp and tofu soup for you to replenish." Meng Wanqiu said.

"Aren't you afraid that I will overdo it?" Ning Yuan walked to Meng Wanqiu's side and glanced sideways.

Meng Wanqiu was wearing a piece of home sportswear today. It was a very loose type, but it still held up.

Awesome.

A poem suddenly appeared in Ning Yuan's mind.

Seen sideways as a peak on the side of the ridge, the height varies from far to far.

"Look again, I'll dig out your eyes." Meng Wanqiu stared at the fish in the pot and said lightly.

"Uh." Ning Yuan reluctantly looked away.

soon.

The meal is ready.

Four dishes and one soup.

There are braised pork ribs, crispy prawns, twice-cooked pork with green peppers, fried minced fish, and a clay pot filled with milky white crucian carp and tofu soup.

Meng Wanqiu served Ning Yuan a bowl of fish soup, which contained tofu and a fried egg.

As for the crucian carp meat, it was all drained out with a colander and fried into minced fish.

Ning Yuan took a sip of the soup happily. The sweet and fresh taste brought ultimate taste bud enjoyment. Ning Yuan's eyes narrowed.

I tried another bite of tofu, it was very fresh, white and tender.

Ning Yuan gave Meng Wanqiu a thumbs up: "Sister Qiu, I like to eat your tofu the most."

Meng Wanqiu, who was serving soup to Xiao Meng Hao, froze, glanced at Ning Yuan, and bit her silver teeth secretly.

I really want to hit him, but I don’t have enough evidence.

Ning Yuan was really hungry. After a month of killing in the Emerald Kingdom, he hardly ate anything hot.

Meng Wanqiu's cooking skills were good, and it suited Ning Yuan's taste very well, so he immediately started gobbling it up.

"Brother Yuan, you have already eaten five bowls." Little Meng Hao said in surprise.

"We martial arts practitioners have this kind of appetite." Ning Yuan said while immersing himself in the meal.

"Well, after I practiced Lingbo Weibu, I feel that eating tastes better." Meng Hao said.

Ning Yuan doesn't care, as long as you exercise more and don't practice martial arts, your food will taste good.

Under the wind and lingering clouds in Ningyuan.

Almost most of the food on the table went into Ning Yuan's stomach.

After finishing the meal, Meng Wanqiu brought two bottles of the deadly Wusu, with the initials of the four words "I'll kill you" written on the bottles.

Meng Wanqiu handed a bottle to Ning Yuan: "Drink some?"

"Yes~" Ning Yuan said.

"Mom, I want it too." Little Meng Hao raised his hand.

"Go aside."