Sweet Planting Life of Two Young Masters

Zhang Dongran couldn't figure out why Fang Yan was so likable.

But this didn't stop him from being curious about the child. The next day, early in the morning, he put down his schoolbag and didn't do his homework any more. Guessing that the child had already woken up, he knocked on the door of Fang Yan's room.

Before he knocked a few times, the door was opened from the inside, and Fang Yan came out neatly dressed, with a small schoolbag on his back, as if he was about to go out.

He immediately asked, "Are you going out?"

"Yes, I'm going to play with Grandpa Wen." Fang Yan said.

Zhang Dongran hadn't realized what the surname "Wen" represented, and immediately said, "Then can I go with you?"

"Go together?" Fang Yan tilted his head and glanced at him, nodded in agreement: "Yes."

Grandpa Wen must also like his yard to be more lively, right?he thought uncertainly.

Zhang Dongran didn't know what was going on in his heart, he was relieved when he heard his agreement, and he took the initiative to hold Fang Yan's little hand.

Yesterday Fang Yan had clearly remembered the way old man Wen got to his room, this time he didn't need anyone else to send him there, he carried his schoolbag on his back and walked there.With Zhang Dongran by his side, Grandma Fang didn't say anything, and let him go without worry.

They live in the same place, and the two places are not far apart. Fang Yan had just finished talking about how delicious the chef's cooking was when they arrived.

Knowing that he was coming early in the morning, the housekeeper was already waiting at the door. Seeing Zhang Dongran appearing with him, he even gave Zhang Dongran an extra look, but he didn't say anything, and walked in with the two of them.

"The master has been in a bad mood since he woke up this morning." The butler said with a suppressed smile, "If you spend more time with him, he will be in a better mood."

"Not in a good mood? Why?" Fang Yan asked nervously, "Did something happen to Grandpa Wen?"

"It's nothing." After the butler finished speaking, he stopped talking.

He couldn't say that Mr. Wen felt depressed because he suddenly found that he couldn't resist the charm of a child?

He led the two of them around a corner, and arrived at the living room where Fang Yan had visited yesterday. When he opened the door, he could see the scenery of the courtyard outside at a glance.Old man Wen was sitting in this living room with his back facing them, his back looked very vicissitudes.

Fang Yan ran over immediately, and asked worriedly, "Grandpa Wen, what's wrong with you?"

Visible to the naked eye, both the housekeeper and Zhang Dongran could see clearly that Mr. Wen, who was still depressed and sad just now, seemed to come back to life all of a sudden. I can't see it anymore.

Hearing that the old man was full of anger, he said in a happy mood: "It's Yanyan, Yanyan is here, what does Yanyan want to play with grandpa today?"

It didn't look sad at all, Fang Yan looked back at the butler suspiciously, but saw that the butler avoided his gaze, so he had to turn around again, thinking about what the butler said just now that he wanted to spend more time with Grandpa Wen Then he pondered again: "The land has been reclaimed, the seeds have been planted, and there is nothing to do."

Old Man Wen said patiently: "You don't need to plant the land today, you can do other things."

As he spoke, he helped his waist calmly.

I waved a hoe with my child for a long time yesterday, and I didn't feel anything at that time. Today, I felt a dull pain in my waist.As he got older, his body couldn't keep up, and suddenly there was such a high-intensity labor, his body began to refuse.

Mr. Wen only hopes that the child can name an activity that does not require too much physical exertion.

Fang Yan thought for a while, then asked, "What does Grandpa Wen like to do?"

Old Man Wen's eyes lit up, and he immediately asked the housekeeper to set out the chessboard. He said excitedly, "Can Yan Yan play Go? Grandpa and you play Go together, okay?"

"But I won't."

The old man Wen stiffened for a moment.

Fang Yan added: "I know backgammon."

Old Man Wen: "Gobang... let's go backgammon."

The two played backgammon, one with black pieces and the other with white pieces, in a serious manner.

Zhang Dongran sat next to the two of them dumbfounded. He looked down at the chess game and didn't recover from it for a long time.

If he hadn't remembered the meaning behind the surname "Wen" just now, now that he saw old man Wen's face, he wouldn't be able to remember anything.

That's Mr. Wen! !The head of the Wen family! !Zhang Dongran screamed frantically in his heart.

But in this room, no one can understand his surprise. The two protagonists who shocked him are playing backgammon seriously, frowning from time to time because of the opponent's tricks, looking very serious.

Zhang Dongran remained calm, but he was so excited that he wanted to grab the ground with his head: This is Mr. Wen! !

If Fang Ke and Gu Rong are his idols, Mr. Wen is his idol among his idols!The kind of the highest level!

But now, it's not just the two little idols who dote on this child, even Mr. Wen, who is very difficult to approach in the evaluation of outsiders, treats this child with special respect.Zhang Dongran couldn't help but glanced at Fang Yan several times, the more he looked, the more confused he became.

The two in the battle also started chatting.

"Today I ordered all the ingredients here from Yanyan's fresh food brand. The chef made me breakfast and made me eat one more bowl than usual. If I couldn't eat any more, I really wanted to stop. The food made by Yan Yan's family is really delicious."

Fang Yan is very proud: "My vegetables are the best!"

"I heard that it is Yanyan's property? Because you are young, so it's just your mother taking care of it? You came up with all these ideas yourself?" Mr. Wen asked, and the blacks under him also lined up. He ate five and ate one of his sons.

Fang Yan's attention was immediately attracted by the chess game. He wanted to win back the game, but he didn't have time to calm down and think about the next step seriously. Let me talk about vegetables again.

The old man Wen was full of pity: "Oh, it would be great if I was there at that time." He would have known the child earlier.

He said it was a pity in his mouth, but he formed five more pieces in his hand, and ate another white piece from Fang Yan.

Fang Yan scratched his ears and cheeks anxiously, closed his mouth without answering a word, and seriously thought about the next step.

Old Man Wen interrupted his train of thought again with a smile: "Yan Yan's food is so delicious, why don't you consider opening a restaurant?"

"Restaurant?" Fang Yan raised his head, with an expression of 'you are too weak', and sighed old-fashionedly: "My mother said that if our family's food is opened as a restaurant, it will not make money."

He believed in what Fang's mother had casually made up to deal with him.

Zhang Dongran, who was sitting by the side, couldn't bear it anymore, and interjected: "Can't make money?!"

Fang Yan told him what Fang's mother had said before.

Zhang Dongran almost thought he heard it wrong.

He said with disbelief on his face: "Do you know how popular your food is?! Why can't you make money? It's because everyone wants to order in large quantities, and your family doesn't even order!"

"...Huh?" Fang Yan was dumbfounded.

"As far as the quality of your food is concerned, as long as you find a chef with good cooking skills, some of them are popular, and you don't have to worry about not being able to sell them, even if the price is set high, as long as it tastes good, everyone is willing to spend money!" Zhang Dongran was sure. Authentic: "Your mother must be bluffing you."

It is impossible for Mother Fang not to know such a simple truth.

"My family runs a restaurant. When your fresh food brand was launched, I wanted to order from your family, but your mother refused." Zhang Dongran said regretfully: "Otherwise, my family's profit would have doubled a long time ago." It's over."

Fang Yan was dumbfounded.

The white chess piece he held in his hand fell onto the chessboard, planning the chess game on the board.

All he could think of was "Mom lied to him" and repeated it over and over again.

Mom actually lied to him! ! !