The fool has become a spirit, and she can speak

Sister Wu slapped her head suddenly. She was so busy watching the fun that she forgot about the main thing. She said quickly, "Oh! Look at my head. I just want to join in the fun. You came so early, I guess you haven't had breakfast yet."

"My grandma just had a dream. She gathered everyone here early in the morning. How could we have time to eat?" Cheng Youning seemed a little helpless.

When Sister Wu heard this, she quickly said, "I'll go prepare breakfast for everyone." Then the man turned around and walked out.

Seeing this, Cheng Youning hurriedly called Sister Wu, "Sister Wu, please make your specialty, the spicy chicken. I want to eat it."

Sister Wu turned around, smiled at Cheng Youning, and agreed readily, "Sure, no problem! But young master, you have to wait a little longer."

Cheng Youning could wait for the sake of eating, but Shang Xi said, "Sister Wu, let's make the spicy chicken at noon. Let's have something simple in the morning. I'll cook a pot of eight-treasure rice pudding. Cheng Youning was clamoring for this yesterday, so I'll take this opportunity to invite my sister and her family over. My sister and Boss Qian also love eight-treasure rice pudding."

Sister Wu smiled and said, "Great, I haven't eaten your cooking for a long time. Now that Cheng Feng is back, Shang Xi has to cook."

Shang Xi thought about it and realized that she really hadn’t cooked for a long time. However, she didn’t cook because of Cheng Feng, but simply because Cheng Youning wanted to eat eight-treasure rice pudding.

However, Cheng Feng said happily: "You work so hard drawing blueprints until late at night every day, why do you still cook for me?"

Shang Xi thought, this guy is too good at flattering himself. Just look at Cheng Feng's unusual behavior in the past few days. She can cook for him. Humph! What is he thinking! She rarely hears Cheng Feng talk about so many truths in one breath, and he is also trying to trick Han Nianxia. Today, she has opened her eyes. This man used to be so lenient with Han Nianxia. Shang Xi couldn't figure out why Cheng Feng kept harassing Han Nianxia these two days. Humph! But now, looking at Cheng Youning's trouble-making and unforgiving personality, she finally found the source.

At this time, Madam Wan said to Cheng Feng with a smile on her face: "Feng'er, you have been away from home for more than two years! During this period, luckily Shang Xi has been by your father and me, taking good care of us and serving us wholeheartedly. She is a rare good daughter-in-law! Look at my grandson Cheng Youning, under Shang Xi's guidance, he is getting better and better day by day. Not only is he good at reading, but he can also write poems. All this is thanks to Shang Xi!"

Hearing his grandmother praising him so much, Cheng Youning couldn't help but be overjoyed. He quickly straightened his body, expecting his grandmother to praise him a few more times.

Cheng Fengting turned to look at Cheng Youning in surprise and asked in disbelief: "Son, have you become Ge Dongqing's disciple? You can even write poetry!"

Cheng Youning said: "Of course I won't take Grandpa Ge as my teacher. My aunt once told me that Grandpa Ge's poems are plain and ordinary."

Seeing his son so confident, Cheng Feng immediately became interested and said with a smile: "In that case, why don't you write a poem on the spot for Dad to listen to."

Cheng Youning said without hesitation, "It was late in the morning at 5 pm, and my grandmother was walking fast. When I asked her the reason, she cried in her dream thinking of Xia."

Cheng Feng couldn't help but applaud. His face was full of pride and joy. He praised loudly, "My eldest son is so promising. He can actually speak fluently and recite a poem!"

Shang Xi said: "Normally, only his grandmother can flatter him blindly, praising him to the heavens and earth, and he is almost lost. He can even call this a poem, it's so shabby. You should limit your flattery to him, otherwise this child will not know his own weight!"

However, Cheng Feng was still immersed in his admiration for his son. He continued to say admiringly: "My son is only six years old, but he has already surpassed me. I am a person who can even read poetry, and I actually have a son who can write poetry!"

Hearing his father's praise, Cheng Youning straightened his body even more, and even tried hard to purse the corners of his mouth, for fear that he would accidentally lose control of laughing.

At this moment, Cheng Feng seemed to have suddenly thought of something interesting, and asked curiously, "It's strange, the poems written by others are often obscure and difficult to understand, why is it that I can understand this poem written by my son as soon as I hear it?"

Shang Xi couldn't hold it in any longer and burst out laughing, "What your son wrote can only be regarded as doggerel at best."

Cheng Youning was not convinced, and raised her little face to refute: "Doggerel is also poetry, mother, do you have the ability to write a better poem than me?"

Shang Xi waved her hands hurriedly, "I'm just like your father, I can't write poetry. Our family will depend on you in the future."

Madam Wan, who was sitting in the main seat, was all smiles, with a look of pride in her eyes. She said, "That's right! Although there are many strong and capable people in this world, your father and I are content to have such an outstanding grandson!"

After breakfast, the sun was shining and the air was warm. Just then, there was a commotion outside the door. It turned out that Mr. Qian and his family had arrived.

Boss Qian walked in with a big smile on his face and asked, "Haha, I heard there's eight-treasure rice for lunch today!"

Shang Xi smiled and responded, "Yes, I will cook for you today and make eight-treasure rice pudding."

After hearing this, Boss Qian couldn't help but tease Shang Xi: "Oh, it seems like we are in for a treat today. Is this because of Cheng Feng's help?"

Shang Xi explained with a smile: "You are mistaken! The reason we can have Eight Treasure Rice at noon is because of my son Cheng Youning. He asked for Eight Treasure Rice yesterday, so we have this dinner today."

As soon as he finished speaking, Cang Man came over and said, "Shang Xi, what's so delicious about Eight Treasure Rice Pudding? Since you are the one cooking, why not just cook a piece of beef! I've been wanting to eat the beef you cook for the past two years."

"This dish is on today's menu." In fact, Shang Xi's cooking skills have not improved at all over the years. All he can cook are the same home-cooked dishes he made in the past. To say that they are very delicious is not the best.

Shang Xi took the money from Rong Rong and asked Cang Man, "Why didn't your son Cang Zhuo come?"

Cangman scratched his chin and chuckled, "I went to the academy with Furong to study."

"Is the child's cold healed?"

Cangman said carelessly: "I was not allowed to go up at all. I left after eating two meat buns in the morning. I am as strong as a calf."

"That's because the Shi family's typhoid medicine is powerful. Send someone to pick them up for lunch at noon."