who called him an onion essence

It rained a few times and the weather turned slightly cooler. Yang Cong pedaled his purple bicycle and swayed in the street, chasing a cat behind him.

Yang Sheng was standing by the door of the store, and he could see them as soon as he turned his head, so he didn't need to worry too much about safety.

Previously, he took Yang Cong to buy a car, and looked through the rows. He didn't expect that Yang Cong would pick the most eye-catching purple in the end. "This is called Onion Purple!" The child patted the car seat with a proud face.

Followed by the boss, one big and one small, he burst out laughing with a "puchi".After asking, I found out that not only because the child loves to eat onions, but because his real name is "Yang Cong", no wonder he likes purple so much. "Onions are also available in white, sweet." She twirled the pencil twice in her hand, smiling all over her face, "That white car is also pretty, right?" It's just not suitable for little boys.

Yang Cong shook his head while explaining: "I like spicy food! Purple onions are the best!"

Those coquettish sluts, white onions, are no match for me!

Yang Sheng on the side just wanted to take this guy away quickly: "Okay, don't boast about yourself."

The boss didn't take this to heart, but laughed so hard that his shoulders shook. It seemed that this kid really treated himself like an onion, and even the parents had to cooperate.

So, in the end, I bought an onion purple bicycle, the height was just right, Yang Cong acted like a baby and wanted to ride on the road, Yang Sheng only followed him closely.To be honest, this scene is a bit funny, a child is staggering in front, and an adult is driving a motorcycle as slowly as a turtle.

Fortunately, Yang Cong's learning ability is really strong. Within a few days, he was able to ride around by himself. He also deliberately tied a "cat fishing rod" made of branches and thread to the back seat of the car.A few small fishes swayed and swayed along with the car, the cat's eyes were red, and he ran forward desperately to catch up, but because of his height, and he couldn't find a jumping point, he couldn't catch the small fishes for a long time.The people nearby thought the child was teasing the cat at first, but later they realized that the child thought the cat was too fat and needed to be trained.

Regarding this, Yang Sheng, who was in charge of explaining, was very helpless, while his apprentice pointed to the nail on the side: "Probably because of the competition for favor."

Not knowing how his master and his apprentice arranged themselves, Yang Cong smiled cheerfully while speeding up.The cat wanted to give up at this point, but it often ended up being caught and smelled acrid, which made it dare not be disobedient.Yang Sheng didn't care, and let Yang Cong toss it.

The cat who was not protected by the shit shoveling officer wanted to cry but had no tears: "Meow meow!" Anyone who bullies the cat is a big villain!

After several laps, Yang Cong had had enough, and finally showed mercy and slowed down.The cat rushed up at the right time, grabbed the small dried fish, and ate it until tears flowed—it was touching.Seeing that it was delicious, Yang Cong also rubbed his belly, happily turned the corner, and went back to the store to ask Yang Sheng to give him snacks.

Yang Sheng had already bought chocolate, fed a piece, and held the rest high in his hands like Yang Cong teasing a cat, relying on his height to restrain the child from trying to steal it. "Not enough, not enough!" Yang Cong sensed the other party's thoughts, and instead of tiptoeing to make unnecessary attempts, he just acted coquettishly, "Uncle, give Xiao Cong some food!" Shouting once is not enough. With a soft heart, he ate another piece, and then put away the rest of the unopened ones with a straight face.

"Uncle is so kind." Yang Cong felt his mouth was sweet, and flattered him without hesitation.

One big and one small were naive, when the phone rang suddenly, Yang Sheng came back to his senses, and hurriedly picked it up: "Hello?"

From the other side came the voice of the child's sixth-grade head teacher: "Is it Yang Cong's parent?" After receiving an affirmative answer, she spoke more hurriedly, with obvious joy in her tone, "Xiao Shengchu's grades are out, Yang Cong got the fifth place in the city!"

Yang Sheng was dazed for a while, subconsciously looked at the child with ignorant eyes, and quickly calmed down: "The results are not just at the end of the month..."

The homeroom teacher didn't blame him for not understanding: "Our teachers would usually know about it early on, just the best ones among the students. According to Yang Cong's grades, the No. [-] Middle School in the city would have to fight for it." Although most of the time According to the household registration or the location of the family’s house, where the good children go to study, but if the child’s grades are particularly outstanding, the good schools will also use some means to rob people, but it is not so conspicuous.

"That's great." Yang Sheng didn't specify which junior high school the child will go to, after all, he is also in a mess now, "Thank you teacher for calling."

"I'm happy too." It's no wonder the head teacher is so excited, no matter who teaches a child who skips a grade and does so well in the exam, he always wants to show off everywhere.

The two discussed the situation in junior high school for a while, and then hung up the phone. Yang Sheng squeezed between his eyes to wake himself up: "Xiao Cong, your grades are out."

Yang Cong, who was still savoring the taste of chocolate, didn't care much: "Oh, what place did you get in the test?"

"Fifth." Yang Sheng blurted out, and added, "Fifth in the city."

Yang Cong felt a little regretful: "Oh, the one who should be the first in the exam..." Then he got rubbed on the head.

It happened that the last customer in the shop was sent away, and the apprentice also heard the news, and was very surprised: "Hey, Xiao Cong got the fifth place in the city? What a genius!" Earlier, the apprentice thought that Yang Sheng was joking when he said that the child was allowed to enter the junior high school. It was only later that I found out that the child had indeed skipped to the sixth grade, and his grades were the best in the class... The apprentice who dropped out of school and came to work was envious and jealous, and could only complain that God did not give him a smart brain.

"That's it!" Yang Cong squinted at him, as if very dissatisfied that he had taken himself lightly before.

The apprentice waved his hands again and again: "I was wrong, I beg the little genius to forgive me."

Unable to see his own child trembling after getting good grades, Yang Sheng rubbed his little head in his hands vigorously, and then kicked his apprentice lightly: "I asked you to correct your homework, have you corrected it?"

The apprentice who was suddenly educated froze instantly, cowering like a quail: "Uh, soon, I will hand in tomorrow..."

Yang Cong, who desperately avoided being touched by the big hand, glared at his uncle and curled his lips: "It's obviously amazing." If he hadn't learned the truth of "too much is too late" during this period of time, he would definitely come back first in the exam-but it's hard to guarantee It would be embarrassing for Yang Shenghui to send him to Shi No. [-] Middle School.

"Well, it's amazing. I'll give you chocolate as a reward tonight." Yang Sheng hit a big stick and handed over sweet dates, coaxing his children to smile immediately.

Apprentice wronged: "...Master, do you still remember your cruel and taciturn personality?"

The cat licking its paws comforted and tugged at his trouser legs: "Meow meow." Boy, wake up.

Since having that strange child, the shit shovel officer has changed!

Everything before was an illusion!

At the end of the month, the results of the city's junior promotions were finally released, but Yang Sheng was already very calm, and even chatted with the reporter who planned to interview the little prodigy who skipped a grade.Originally, he didn't intend to agree to the interview request, but he didn't expect that the biggest resistance came from Yang Cong. This kid had an extremely strong desire to show his face, and he stared at Yang Sheng eagerly, making him unable to say a word of refusal.Confused about the time and place of the interview, Yang Sheng squatted down and squeezed the child's face: "So you want to be on TV?"

"Well, it seems like I want to!" Yang Cong said vaguely, smiling like a crescent moon.

On the day when the reporter and cameraman came over, Yang Cong smiled like this, looking cute and pretty, which made the young female reporter feel so heartbroken, wishing she could abandon the interview and hug him and kiss him desperately.It's a pity that the parent next to him is watching. Although he is handsome, his cold face and muscles are really bluffing.And Yang Cong shielded Yang Sheng, who was constantly exuding cold air, and he was very generous to the camera, speaking very clearly.It's just that every time he talked about his learning experience, he would bring a word of praise to Yang Sheng, and when he mentioned the stewed vegetable shop, the feeling of being watched closely on his back gradually faded away.

I can't tease my uncle like this next time, Yang Cong thought silently.

The female reporter did not expect the task to be completed so easily, and the child was very photogenic and cute.She discussed with the cameraman again, and focused on photographing the stewed vegetable shop as a material to introduce the child's family environment.The apprentice was busy greeting customers who were buying marinated vegetables and eating melons while watching a show, and the clerk was sorting out the takeaways to be delivered, so he didn't have a chance to show his face, so he had to look at each other, feeling that they were the same people who had fallen in the end of the world.

The surrounding area became lively. When they heard that the child skipped a grade, many people still had reservations. They even felt that Yang Sheng was too confident in his child, and he would always fall down in the future.Unexpectedly, the child jumped to the sixth grade, and even got the fifth place in the city's exam, attracting interviews from local TV stations... This is not a common thing!

"Ah Sheng, why don't you show up?" Someone he knew asked him.

Yang Sheng shook his head: "Children love to play." The implication is that the interview was entirely Yang Cong's idea alone, and as an adult, he would not interfere.

The other party smiled: "That's right, with your appearance, you can't even type a few words with a stick."

The apprentice who was busy arranging the duck heads on the plate also snickered: "Master is just thin-skinned and pretends to be cool." Then he was stared at and dared not intervene.

After the interview, the female reporter and the photographer left with the stewed vegetables sent by Yang Sheng, and the people in the store also left one after another.Yang Cong jumped over and hugged Yang Sheng's thigh: "Uncle?" He had sensed that the other party's mood was not right just now, thinking that he was too willful to cause the trouble, so he hurried over to make up for it by acting coquettishly.

Seeing worry in Yang Cong's eyes, Yang Sheng sighed helplessly: "You really...grow up too fast." It's not like the old one who grows one year a day, but refers to the mind, the child who talks to the camera It really surprised him, and at the same time, there was a sense of the vicissitudes of an old father, which came spontaneously.

Yang Cong blinked, seeming to understand what he meant, and put his face on the back of Yang Sheng's hand: "No, I want to grow up to make money and take care of my uncle."

Yang Sheng patted his head: "Uncle doesn't need you to take care of him." So don't worry about growing up.

"Okay." Yang Cong agreed lazily, but he didn't agree with him from the bottom of his heart, secretly thinking about how to save money to open a shop for Yang Sheng earlier.At that time, change to a bigger store, open a few more, and put the signboard of the stewed vegetable shop in many places...

Not knowing the child's ambitions, Yang Sheng lowered his head and gently touched the child's drooping eyebrows and eyes.