Your Majesty's Group Pet Manual [Ancient and Modern]

Not good!Grandpa Wei was locked up by the movie theater!

Rongrong shared this with his friends.

Rong Rong squatted in the sandpit and sighed: "Grandpa is so pitiful, I can only see him in the cinema from now on."

Tomato squeezed the little fleshy fist and raised his hand: "Let's go and rescue Grandpa Rongrong!"

Friends all raised their hands: "Okay!"

They are honest kids.

At this time, Jiji folded her hands and said seriously: "You are a bunch of little idiots, especially you, furry."

Friends were dissatisfied: "Brother Thorn?!"

Sting said: "If I'm not mistaken, Rongrong's grandfather should be making a movie. A movie is a screen bigger than a TV——"

Jiji opened his hands: "There is a wall as big as this."

"Wow!"

"When a movie is finished, it's like TV. The people who made the movie will appear on the screen." Ting said seriously, "By the way, watching a movie is different from watching TV. To watch a movie, you have to go to a special theater. , You have to buy a ticket to go in.”

Ting said confidently: "The movie is just a filmed shadow, the real person is still outside, so Rongrong's grandfather was not locked in the movie theater at all!"

Rong Rong was puzzled: "Jing, how do you know?"

Jiji raised her chin proudly: "I knew it."

Rong Rong suddenly remembered something, and said loudly: "I got it! Brother Thor, because your mother is a big star, isn't it?"

Sting choked, and his voice became smaller: "That's not it."

Rong Rong raised her hand again: "I know again!"

Jiji tried to stop him: "Shaggy, don't say any more..."

It's a pity that Rong Rong didn't receive his hint, and continued: "During the last visit day, Jiji went out with her mother, and Jiji chatted with her mother, so she knew about the movie."

Thorn covered his mouth.

Okay, okay, brother thorn admits that you are a mind reader of brother thorn, don't say any more, brother thorn will be shy!

In any case, the children finally know that the cinema is not a place for people to be closed.

"Rongrong, when your grandpa's movie comes out, we'll ask Mr. Wen to take us to the cinema."

"Okay, let's go and see together then."

Rongrong hooked up with them, and then happily dug the sand to play.

Tomato thought of a new way to play: "Let's make dim sum, just like Rongrong's other grandpa, making mung bean cakes!"

Friends wondered: "How to make mung bean cake?"

Tomato grabbed a handful of sand with his right hand, and a little sand with his left hand: "Pretend this is the skin and this is the stuffing, then wrap it in, squeeze it, and make it into a rectangle."

Friends looked at his hands.

The sand is dry, and the tomato can't be squeezed for a long time.

Rong Rong kindly reminded him: "Tomato, your skin and stuffing are mixed together."

Tomato put the sand back: "It's too dry, we need a little water."

The children stood up: "Let's go get water!"

Sting: "Use..."

Before he could speak, Rong Rong stopped him loudly: "Ta, let's go! Let's go together!"

He knew what Trick was going to say, Trick wanted to say——

Just use your saliva.

no!He doesn't want to spit!

Cheng Zhiyuan originally wanted to explain the movie to them, but seeing that they all understood, he didn't go forward.

At this time, other colleagues came out of the staff dormitory and greeted him: "Old Cheng, the meeting is over!"

Cheng Zhiyuan turned his head: "Here we are."

Today is Monday again, and the weekly canteen meeting will be held.

Director Li is in charge of the meeting.

Teacher Wen summed up the children's requests this week as usual: "Well, Rongrong wants to eat the tomato set meal, and Stinger wants to eat the children's set meal. The kind that will give away toys after eating... I have been asking for it for a long time."

They have long been used to it.

In the Little Miaomiao Welfare Institute, there is Rongrong who loves to eat tomatoes, and Jiji who is wild and unconstrained.

There are always many strange ideas in the little heads of children.

Director Li nodded with a smile: "Thank you, Mr. Wen and the children for their suggestions, applause."

Regardless, the process still has to go.

Next, on to the trivia process.

Director Li flipped through his thick notebook: "By the way, the culinary school in the city is going to hold a training class, and we will be allocated three places. If anyone of you wants to take the class, please contact me to sign up later."

"Usually it teaches western food and pastry, and the class time is every weekend. If you go, you will be subsidized for travel expenses, and it is a good opportunity to improve your professional skills. Hurry up and sign up."

The colleague sitting next to Cheng Zhijin touched his arm: "Old Cheng, do you want to go?"

Cheng Zhiyuan nodded: "Yeah."

"Didn't you learn West Point by looking at your phone?"

"I still want to learn a little bit."

"Okay, then you go."

Cheng Zhiyuan asked, "Aren't you going?"

The colleague waved his hand with a look of disgust: "I went there last year. I was so tired that I had to hand in my homework. Let me tell you, the cooking class teachers have a video account. The first thing in class is to pay attention to them and give them Like and comment on the video, and the comment should not be less than fifteen characters."

Cheng Zhijin smiled: "Anyway, it's free, so it's not surprising to do something."

The grandfathers worked harder, and Rong Rong also worked hard in the orphanage.

Holding the paws of the toy excavator in both hands, Rong Rong ran to the sandpit with water in the paws: "Come here! Water is here!"

Sting reluctantly followed behind him. He was responsible for helping Rong Rong turn on and off the faucet. The claws of the excavator were also his, which he dismantled from the toy.

That's not exactly what a cool kid should do!

But no way, that's fluffy.

Friends correct him: "Rongrong, we're pretending this is mung bean soup for mung bean cake."

In the eyes of children, mung bean cake is a dessert after mung bean soup solidifies.

Otherwise, how could their names be similar!

logical pass.

"Okay, the pretend mung bean soup is here!"

Rong Rong held the claws of the excavator in both hands and sprinkled them on the sand.

Tomato squeezed the sand and squeezed the sand into a small cube: "The fake mung bean cake is ready."

"Tomato, you are so cool!"

Tomato continued to squeeze the sand: "Of course, I am the person who eats the most dim sum, and I will also be a dim sum chef in the future!"

Rong Rong tugged on Ting's sleeve: "Come on, Ting, let's fetch some more water..."

Friends: "Huh?"

"Green bean soup!"

Pretend games and cooking games are so much fun!

Not long after, Teacher Wen came out after the meeting.

She looked at the playground, so strange, why are these children so quiet today?

Isn't it always noisy, running around all over the playground?

What's going on today?

The child is quiet...

A bad feeling suddenly rose in Teacher Wen's heart. She felt that things were going to get worse.

Sure enough, she saw the group of children in the sandpit.

With their backs to her, the group of children sat beside the sandpit, which was already filled with... small cubes of sand?

Teacher Wen called softly: "Kids?"

Tomato sitting in the middle turned his head, and the other friends also turned their heads.

Teacher Wen looked at them. The hands of these children were dirty and their faces were blackened.

Teacher Wen took a deep breath and decided to endure it and protect the child's nature.

She asked gently: "What are the children doing? Is it tofu? Or a small cake?"

Just at this time, Rong Rong and Ji Chuang came back to fetch water again: "Mung bean soup is here..."

Teacher Wen was shocked: "Huh?"

Green bean soup?These things they make are mung bean soup?

Tomato said seriously: "Teacher, this is mung bean cake."

Teacher Wen choked. Although it was still outrageous, it was not so unacceptable.

Tomato said: "Teacher, do you want to taste it?"

"No, thank you..." Teacher Wen sighed, "Are you done? How many mung bean cakes are you going to make?"

"It's still a little short." Tomato rubbed his dirty little face with the back of his hand, "We're going to fill the entire sandpit with mung bean cakes!"

What a great dream!

Teacher Wen sat down next to him: "Okay, then you play slowly, and the teacher will take you to wash your hands and take a bath after playing."

"Okay, thank you teacher!"

Rongrong and Jiji were in charge of transporting clean water, and Tomato brought other friends to make "snacks" and neatly placed them in the sandpit.

Teacher Wen sat beside him, propped his head, and looked at a small square in a bunker.

It seems that it really has that meaning, and it's so cute.

This group of children, who don't know what little brains they are, can always invent strange games by themselves.

I don't know how long it took, Tomato gently put the last mung bean cake in the sandpit: "It's done!"

That's it.

The children didn't dare to step in, so they squatted next to the sandpit, admiring their own works and choosing their own snacks.

"I want this piece."

Teacher Wen supported his head and reminded them: "You can't really eat it."

"understood!"

They continued to carve up the "mung bean cake".

"We stand in a row one by one, this row belongs to Brother Thor, and this row belongs to Rong Rong..."

They even remembered Teacher Wen: "Teacher, this row belongs to you."

Teacher Wen smiled: "Thank you."

"You're welcome."

Mr. Wen glanced at his watch: "Have you all finished sharing snacks?"

"It's over!"

"Then it's the teacher's turn to divide."

Teacher Wen stood up and grabbed Rong Rong nearby.

"hairy!"

Seeing that Rongrong was arrested, Jiting hurried up to rescue her, and was arrested as well.

"These two children got their clothes wet by the water, so they must go to take a bath immediately. The children behind, follow up immediately and prepare to take a bath. You must not rub your eyes or mouth with your hands."

Ok.

The children lowered their heads and followed obediently, preparing to take a bath.

In the children's bathroom cubicle, two teachers were scrubbing Rong Rong and Cicada.

The other children sat on the small bench outside the cubicle and lined up to take a bath.

Rongrong and Jiji sat naked in the children's bathtub, and the two teachers took towels, squeezed some fragrant shampoo, and rubbed it on their hair.

"Close your eyes."

Rongrong and Citing tightly closed their eyes, their little faces were wrinkled.

Taking a bath during the day doesn’t happen very often, only five, six, seven or eight times a month, and it usually happens in——

After the children rolled in the sandpit, jumped into the mud pit after learning cartoons, and played war games.

Teacher Wen picked up the shower and told Rongrong: "Rongrong close your eyes."

"En." Rong Rong nodded vigorously.

Teacher Wen turned on the shower, and the warm water gently fell on Rongrong's head, and it slid down, very comfortable.

Teacher Wen rubbed his hair to remove the foam from his head.

After an unknown amount of time, Teacher Wen picked up a dry towel, wiped Rongrong's face, and said to him, "Okay, you can open your eyes now."

Before Rongrong opened his eyes, he heard a piercing sound from the opposite compartment.

"Furry, you are a little fool..."

The teacher who helped Cicada take a bath corrected him: "Cantic, you can't say that about other children."

Rong Rong opened her eyes, and "hummed" at Ting Ting.

Thorn was just opposite him, both of them were sitting in the bathtub.

Teacher Wen put shower gel on Rong Rong, and Rong Rong circled her little hands and blew bubbles.

Blow out a small bubble, fly to the side of the thorn, the thorn catches the bubble, and blows another one back.

Blowing and blowing, the two of them were carried out.

"Okay." The teacher picked up the small bath towel, dried them both, and put on clean clothes, "Put on the blouse later, go sit on the small bench on the other side, if you can, use a small bath towel Wipe your hair."

"it is good."

Wearing summer-specific short-sleeved shorts, with wet hair and dry bath towels, the two ran to the small bench on the other side.

The two teachers changed the water and waved to the remaining children: "Tomatoes, French fries, you two."

The rest of the children took turns to take a bath, Rongrong and Cici sat on the small bench, Rongrong took the bath towel and wiped their hair seriously.

The prickly prickly head dries with a wipe.

He put the towel aside and stroked Rongrong's hair: "Shaggy, no wonder you are called Shaggy."

Rong Rong patted his hand away, thought for a while, stroked his hair, and imitated his speech: "Ting Ting, no wonder you are called Ting Ting."

Jiji looked at Rongrong seriously, and Rongrong also looked back, as if about to fight.

In the next second, the two laughed together.

It's coming to the weekend soon.

The children sat in the sandpit, digging the sand to play, and couldn't find other fun things to do.

Chips suddenly raised his head: "Let's go to the Children's Paradise to play."

Jici held a small shovel and dug in the sand without looking up: "We've all used up our tickets."

Every Monday, Teacher Wen will give them three amusement tickets. No matter what they say before they get the tickets, they must save the tickets. The moment they get the tickets, they will go to the children's playground to play.

Every Wednesday, they run out of tickets.

The weekend is the end of the week, so of course there is nothing to play.

"Then let's play catch."

"It's too hot, the sun is too big today."

Chips put his head down and continued digging in the sand.

At this time, Tomato suddenly said: "Then let's make..."

The friends said in unison: "Let's not make mung bean cakes!"

This week, they have been making mung bean cakes every day, just because tomatoes like this game!

Tomato whispered: "I didn't say mung bean cake..." He thought for a while: "Why don't we go and play with Rongrong's grandpa? Rongrong's grandpa will give us some snacks."

Rongrong and Cicada dug the sand together, without looking up: "Have you forgotten? My grandpa has gone to class."

Cheng Zhi recently went to a cooking class.

Tomato wilted: "Okay."

Friends are all listless.

Only Cinnabar is very energetic: "Let's dig the sand. The cartoon says that if you dig down in the sandpit, you can dig water."

The friends cheered up a little, and dug the sand together with Jiji.

Tinker is motivated: "If we were dying of thirst in the desert, we could do this! Now let's get some exercise!"

Friends tried to explain: "We won't be in the desert, we'll just be in the bunker."

Slow down the boring time.

The children didn't think there was any difference in Cheng Zhijin's absence, but when they were eating snacks, they felt something was wrong.

"The wrapped mung bean cake is not tasty, I want to eat it..." The friends blinked, "Tomato, we didn't mention you, so don't look forward to it."

"We want to eat mung bean cake made by Grandpa Rong Rong."

Teacher Wen comforted them: "That can't be helped. Grandpa Rongrong has gone to study, and he won't be back until the afternoon. This is a quick snack, and the children used to eat this."

Tomato said seriously: "That's because we haven't eaten dim sum made by Grandpa Rong Rong before."

"Grandpa Rongrong is already very good, and he doesn't need further training."

"That's right!"

Teacher Wen couldn't help it: "Okay, okay, when Grandpa Rong Rong comes back, the teacher will tell him that everyone misses him very much. Let's eat this now. If you don't eat it, you will be hungry before lunch of."

The children took a bite of the snack, took a sip of milk, swallowed it together, and opened their mouths wide: "Ah——"

Teacher Wen laughed: "Is it that unpalatable?"

"Have!"

On the first day of Grandpa Cheng's study, he missed him.

Early this morning, Cheng Zhiyuan took the bus to the city to attend a cooking class.

Although there were three places in the cafeteria of the orphanage, he was the only one who signed up, and no one else wanted to go.

After class, I will take the car back at noon.

Cheng Zhijin was sitting in the car, looking at his phone.

Sure enough, as his colleague said, the first thing to do in class is to pay attention to the video account of the cooking teacher, and then like and comment.

Cheng Zhiyuan also paid attention.

However, even if the culinary teacher recruits students to help out, his account doesn't seem to be improving, because he likes to chat and the videos are very long, no passerby doesn't like it, only his students support him.

At this time, the teacher updated the video. On the table is a row of paper umbrella cakes, which they made this morning.

[Today's new class, student work display]

[Work No. 1, this student has a high comprehension ability and strong hands-on ability...]

Each work has a review.

Cheng Zhiyuan is unavoidable, and also wants to hear the teacher's evaluation of him.

The progress bar moved slowly, and soon it was his turn.

Although paper umbrella cakes are similar, an excellent pastry chef can always quickly recognize his own cake in a pile of cakes!

[Work No. 4, I feel that this person...]

The teacher in the video suddenly fell silent, and Cheng Zhiyuan was a little nervous.

What's wrong?Is he not doing well enough?

After a while, the teacher sighed.

[I feel that he is here to ruin my position. He is very skilled, but he still has a little bit of inertial thinking, but he will be able to adjust quickly. He is very talented, and I am very optimistic about it]

Cheng Zhinian smiled embarrassedly. Just then, the bus arrived at the stop. He quickly put away his phone and got off the bus.

Cheng Zhijin passed the children's dormitory, and couldn't help but lighten his footsteps. Suddenly, he heard a sound——

"grandfather!"

Cheng Zhiyuan turned his head, startled.

Rong Rong and his friends were lying beside the window, waving to him: "Grandpa Rong Rong!"

"What's wrong?" Cheng Zhiyuan stepped forward, "Why haven't you guys taken a nap yet?"

Rong Rong said, "Grandpa, I want to eat the dim sum you made."

The children said: "Grandpa Rongrong, we want to eat the dim sum you made."

Cheng Zhiyuan was a little shy, and cleared his throat: "Then I'll go back and make it for you right away, and you all go back to sleep, and you can have some snacks after you take a nap."

Rong Rong said seriously: "But I want to eat now."

The children said seriously: "But we want to eat now!"

Cheng Zhijin took half a step back, covering his heart, it was too cute, he couldn't do it.

"That... grandpa hasn't done it yet, go back and do it now, you can eat it when you take a nap, go back to sleep quickly."

"Ok."

Cheng Zhiyuan coaxed the children back to sleep, then went back to the kitchen, washed their hands, put on an apron and a hat.

Stand in front of the console and think about what to make for a snack.

The colleague poked his head out: "Cheng Zhiyuan, you make snacks as soon as you come back? You are too strong."

Cheng Zhijin smiled: "Be early, the freshly baked cakes are not good for children, and I like to make desserts."

"Shut up, you! I'm unlucky to meet you, a colleague of Juan Wang."

Half an hour later, the children were still taking a nap, and Cheng Zhijin's paper umbrella cake was almost ready.

Of course, there are no paper umbrellas in the canteen supplies, so there are only small cakes.

The little cake was in the oven, Cheng Zhijin went outside to wait, very bored, took out his phone, turned on the camera, and adjusted the angle.

More than a dozen small cakes slowly swelled up in the paper tray.

He kind of understands why the cooking teacher likes to make videos.

The process is truly healing.

Cheng Zhijin took a video, hesitated for a moment, and didn't send it out, but reposted it to the group.

This group is: [Your Majesty's Kissing Grandpa (Little Crown)]

This group was originally called "Minister Gu Ming, pledge allegiance to the death", but...

Wei Hirano changed the name because the keyword triggered the blocking, and was suspected of promoting feudal ideology, and was banned from the group.

There are three members-

【Old and not so old: video】

[Lao Wei Lao Wei knows nothing: a newly found funny emoticon package]

[Old Yang Lao Yang is not a lamb: good-looking]

[Lao Yang Lao Yang is not a lamb: it's not you, it's you]

Needless to say, they both know who "you" and "you" refer to.

Then there was Wei Pingye's emoji, Cheng Zhijin and Yang Bizhang both consciously withdrew and temporarily blocked him.

Cheng Zhijin smiled, and not long after, Yang Bianzhang suddenly sent him a message.

[You can send it out and try it, it doesn’t matter if you try it]

Cheng Zhijin paused, how did he know what he was hesitating about?

Yang Bianzhang can literally read minds.He guessed what the other person was thinking, and when he said it, he didn't feel offensive at all.

Anyone who meets him can only be admired.

He hesitated, and replied "Got it", just at this moment, the oven in the snack room made a "beep beep" sound, reminding him that it was time.

Cheng Zhiyuan quickly exited the page, uploaded the video, then directly stuffed the phone into the locker in the dressing room, walked into the dessert room, and took out the small cake.

Three o'clock in the afternoon is the snack time for the children. At this time, the small cakes are also cooled.

The children are already up and sitting in the classroom, waiting for their snacks.

As soon as Cheng Zhijin came out pushing the cart, they clapped their hands.

welcome!

Cheng Zhijin smiled, picked up the small tray, and put the small cake in front of them: "The dessert is here."

"Thank you grandpa."

The dim sum made by Grandpa Rong Rong is the best. The children drool over the small cakes.

A child said: "Grandpa Rongrong, don't go to class, okay? I want to eat your snacks every day. You go to class, and you don't have time to make snacks for us."

Holding the small cake, Rong Rong turned around: "Of course not. The class is very cool, and grandpa can learn different things."

Cheng Zhijin nodded: "Yes, Rong Rong is right."

Rong Rong held up the small cake and small hand: "I support Grandpa Cheng's class!"

The friends were a little hesitant, Rong Rong looked at Tic and touched him: "Tic, do you support me?"

Jiji also raised his hand: "I support it too!"

Well, since Brother Thorn supports it, so will my friends.

Everyone supported, Rong Rong was very happy, and looked at Cheng Zhiyuan: "Grandpa, don't worry and go to class."

Cheng Zhijin smiled and nodded: "Understood, Grandpa will take the class seriously."

Rong Rong raised her head, blinked her starry eyes, and looked at him expectantly: "Grandpa, you go to class, you must have learned to count to one hundred, right?"

Cheng Zhi was taken aback for a moment: "Huh?"