After crossing the border, I rely on craftsmanship to eat

After being criticized by the supervisor for the accident last time, the real estate speculators became strict and serious. They were inseparable from the stove from opening the door to finishing work, for fear that if they were away for a second, a bunch of little bastards would cause trouble.

Perhaps because of the blame, the master's attitude towards the apprentices has also changed slightly. He has strict requirements on all operations, and keeps a straight face all day long.

Especially when commenting on Dong Chuanlin, his eyebrows were tense, and he was not polite at all.If the fried medicine does not meet the standard, he will not only enjoy the verbal attack of swearing, but also have to fry it again.

Dong Chuanlin was miserable, and every day he went to work with a twisted face.The apprentices took pleasure in other's misfortune, and when they saw the master reprimanding Dong Chuanlin, they were secretly happy.

Only Lu Zhiming was out of tune with them.

Seeing the master point out in detail what Dong Chuanlin did wrong and repeat it again, he felt a strange feeling in his heart.

Now everyone thinks that the master was angry and made things difficult for Dong Chuanlin on purpose, but after repeated tossing, Lu Zhiming felt that this was just an appearance.

If you don't like to leave it alone, he just ignores it, so why bother to find faults and correct them?

Dong Chuanlin, who was so busy all day long, didn't have the time to figure out what was going on in his master's head. There was only one word in his head - tired!

Is really tired.

The master is really ruthless to him, and when others pass by carelessly, he must be exact, otherwise he will make a big fuss.At the end of a day, other apprentices fry five pots, but he can cook ten pots in a daze.

When it was time to get off work, my arms were so sore that it was difficult to lift them up to eat.

Seeing him trembling and trying to pick up the braised pork but couldn't, Han Song felt distressed and wanted to laugh, fearing that it would make things worse, he forced himself to hold back his laughter, got up and went to the stove to get a spoon.

"It's just great! How did you know I wanted this?" Dong Chuanlin was surprised and happy when he took the spoon, and he took three mouthfuls of rice to express his excitement.

"Slow down, mother will think I'm treating you harshly when she sees it later."

After the two disclosed it to Ye Shuhua, Han Song's treatment completely changed.He is no longer the only one standing on the tip of his mother's heart, and Dong Chuanlin is beside him.

Moreover, Dong Chuanlin holds much more positions in the apex of his heart than he does.Ye Shuhua always clings to him for everything that is delicious and fun, and it is Han Song's turn to eat what he doesn't like.

This morning, Ye Shuhua heard that there was fresh pork in the kitchen, so at dawn, she picked up Han Song from the bed and went to line up to buy meat, saying that she wanted to supplement Dong Chuanlin's body with a meal.

Now she ran to stir-fry vegetables again, for fear that Dong Chuanlin would get tired of eating braised pork.

"Hey, no, Aunt Han is the most understanding." Dong Chuanlin didn't forget to flatter him when he was away.After scooping up another spoonful of meat, he asked unwillingly, "Are you really done eating?"

"Don't worry about eating yours, I can still lie to you." Han Song moved the dish in the middle towards him, "I don't know when you can get off work. I didn't ask my mother to wait, so I ate first."

"It's all right!" Dong Chuanlin smiled, "It's important to fill your stomach." The main reason is that the remaining braised pork didn't seem to have touched his chopsticks. He couldn't help thinking about it, and he ate without any burden when he heard Han Song's words.

Han Song asked: "Did Master Zhang keep you here again to lecture you?"

"No, the principal is looking for me." Dong Chuanlin looked up at Han Song, "He still has something to tell you."

Is there anything that Dong Chuanlin needs to tell?Han Song didn't understand, and immediately asked, "What's the matter?"

Just as Dong Chuanlin opened his mouth, footsteps sounded at the door, and Ye Shuhua came happily carrying a plate of green vegetables.He suppressed the words on his lips and said, "I'll tell you later."

The green vegetables are placed in front of you, and the braised pork with excellent color and taste is next to it. The wonderful combination will whet your appetite.Dong Chuanlin instantly felt that the previous half bowl of rice was wasted, "Aunt Han has worked hard, and she cooked for me at such a late hour."

"Why are you being polite?" Ye Shuhua smiled and urged: "Eat quickly, it won't taste good when it's cold." Seeing Dong Chuanlin eating with relief, she touched Han Song and complained: "Hurry up and give it to Chuanlin." Pour a glass of water, and you will know how to sit foolishly."

Seeing Dong Chuanlin looking up, Ye Shuhua returned to the image of a loving mother, and softly told him to eat slowly and don't choke on the water and come right away.

Han Song poured water helplessly, and the corners of his mouth could not help but curl up, full of pampering.

After eating and drinking enough, Dong Chuanlin helped to clean up the dishes and went into the room to rest, rubbing his round belly from time to time and howling to support himself.

Han Song had no choice but to rummage through boxes and cabinets to find hawthorn.

"Whoever makes you can't eat it and persists, you deserve it." Han Song gave him the last bit of hawthorn without mercy.

Taking the hawthorn joyfully, Dong Chuanlin bared his teeth and thanked him, not taking his words seriously at all.

Han Song sat next to him, stretched out his big palm to his swollen abdomen, and rubbed it gently but forcefully. He fed the fat pig by himself, even when he was crying.

"What does the master want you to bring to me?"

The words reminded Dong Chuanlin that he straightened up and looked at the door.

Han Song, who was a little lazy at first, couldn't help but become serious. Being so cautious, there must be someone with important things to say. "I locked the door, you can rest assured."

Hearing what Han Song said, the scene of being interrupted by Chen Suiyang last time could not help appearing in Dong Chuanlin's mind, and the tips of his ears suddenly turned red.He struggled for a while, then took out the courage to go to his ear and whispered.

"The master asked me to ask you, the bed is ready, when will the carpenter move it in?" Dong Chuanlin held his face in both hands and looked at each other with his heart beating like thunder, "Dong Chuanlin also asked me to ask you, you When are you going to let him move in?"

Han Song's face turned red.

After getting along for so long, he still couldn't adapt to Dong Chuanlin's intermittent thick skin.

"Do you want to move here?" Han Song stared into his eyes.

Dong Chuanlin was a little shy with his unabashed eyes, and he said shyly, "If someone sincerely invites you, I can consider it."

"Just thinking about it? So arrogant?" Han Song raised his eyebrows and looked at him, "Then I have to weigh it carefully. Is it worth spending so much time talking about it?"

Patting his face, Dong Chuanlin puffed up and said, "Then you think about it slowly, I'm going back to sleep, I don't have time to deal with the stupid fool."

Han Song laughed and hurriedly grabbed him.

It may be that the action was too sudden, or Dong Chuanlin was not prepared, he fell into his arms as soon as he exerted a little strength, and his buttocks sat firmly on the thighbones.

Han Song stroked the soft flesh on his waist, and said in a low voice, "If you move in, I can't guarantee what will happen."

"Who, who wants you to promise..." The voice was like a mosquito, and there was a hint of shyness in listening carefully.

"I'm a good citizen who abides by the law. You're trying to lure me into committing a crime, you know?" Han Song pinched his soft flesh lightly, with a half-smile.

Only men from Yuehe Kingdom can get married if they hold the crown.In half a month or so, he will celebrate his sixteenth birthday, no matter how you calculate it, there are still two years left.

"It's still so long... Are you sure you want to wait?" Dong Chuanlin asked uncontrollably, obsessed.

Hearing this, Han Song smiled.

Qingyang's laughter echoed in his ears, and the charming disappeared. Dong Chuanlin took a few shots to regain his senses, annoyed at what he said boldly just now, and even more annoyed at Han Song's reaction, and tried to push him away with a stern face.

The effortless movement was easily dismissed, and Han Song restrained his fidgety hands and suppressed his smile.

"Some things should wait, some things don't have to wait."

Dong Chuanlin held his breath and stared at his opening and closing lips.

"Don't worry, I have good self-control and can hold it back." Han Song pecked his forehead, and said, "But we have to wait until we move here."

A gentle forehead kiss made Dong Chuanlin confused, and he asked obediently, "When was that?"

"After your rotation is complete, you will officially decide on the type of job."

……

The next day, Dong Chuanlin showed no signs of displeasure on his face, and cheerfully helped the carpenter move the bed.After changing the bed, no one mentioned about moving there.

Dong Chuanlin is still studying hard, and Han Song is still patrolling and practicing martial arts.Life is business as usual.

Shopkeeper Yin frowned when he heard the boss talk about this matter.They were the ones who said they would change the bed and move in together, and they were the ones who didn't move now.

How strange.

Are young people's ideas so unique?

Looking at his daughter who was chasing butterflies in the yard, shopkeeper Yin couldn't help shaking his head and sighing, "I'm old."

……

Although Dong Chuanlin entered the study of real estate speculation two days later than Lu Zhiming and his group, but because the rotation cycle in his study arrangement was three days shorter than others, he would go to another pharmacy to study at the end, and the rest of the people continued to bear the burden. Master Zhang's strict requirements.

The fried pharmacy he went back to is for the processing of medicinal materials that need to be added with auxiliary materials. There are many kinds of auxiliary materials, including honey, rice vinegar, rice wine, etc.According to the study arrangement, he went to the vinegar treatment room first.

Without Lu Zhiming, an annoying person, Dong Chuanlin's study life became more relaxed and interesting, and he got along well with his new partners, and the professor's master was also very amiable.

Every time I go to a new place, I must do odd jobs on the first day.At the end of the day, Dong Chuanlin patronized the stewed medicinal materials without touching the spatula.

He stayed with medicinal materials and vinegar for too long, and when he came home from work, he smelled of vinegar all over his body.

On the way, I saw a guard patrolling, but Han Song was nowhere to be seen.Dong Chuanlin asked him where he was going.

The leading guard said: "Recently, a new group of people has been recruited, and Han Song is arranging their affairs. It is estimated that it will be done soon, and you should be able to go back together when you go there."

Dong Chuanlin didn't want to look for Han Song at first, after all, he will see him after dinner, so there is no need to be so anxious.Hearing what the guard said now, I felt a little itchy in my heart.

In the past, fans always came to visit his class, and now he also wants to experience the fun of visiting the class.

Thanks to the guards, Dong Chuanlin walked like flying to the place where the guards work.

As the lead guard said, the guard recruited a large number of youngsters.All of them had bright smiles on their faces, full of youthful vigor and vigor.

Dong Chuanlin didn't go up to disturb Han Song's work, but stood far away and waited.

After dividing the newcomers into groups, Han Song turned his head and saw the person who was smirking at him.After briefly emphasizing a few things to pay attention to with the newcomer, Han Song waved his hands away from the crowd and asked him to go back to his room to rest.

After sorting out the things on the table, Han Song went out after all the newcomers had left.

"I left work so early today." Han Song walked up to him directly, "Go back to eat."

A group of teenagers in front were chattering, chatting about their various impressions when they just arrived, it was very lively.

"It's recruiting new people so quickly." He sighed.In a blink of an eye, he has been in the pharmaceutical village for a year, and the time flies so fast.

"Well, the guards will arrive first." Han Song replied, "The other apprentices will arrive a few days later."

The pharmaceutical village recruits new recruits every year, including guards and apprentices.Because the guards will eliminate people, and those who are dissatisfied with the principal will be dismissed, so the most guards are recruited every time.

But it won't take long for this large group of new recruits to drop sharply. Uncle Fu, who is in charge of them, is picky and will go home dissatisfied.

When he was about to walk to the dormitory area, Han Song couldn't help but ask, "What kind of smell do you have?" It was familiar but weird, making people puzzled.

Dong Chuanlin laughed twice, and was preempted before he could open his mouth.

"Brother Han, this is a special food in my hometown. My mother made it with her own hands. You can take it home and taste it." A fair-skinned young man with delicate features suddenly appeared, holding a jar of unknown stuff in his hand.

It looks red on the outside, it should be a refreshing appetizer.

Han Song refused coldly, but the boy persevered.After a few back and forth, Dong Chuanlin was tired for the boy, where did his eyes go, his eyes are so difficult to use, and that's not how he came to please people.

"He doesn't like to eat these." Dong Chuanlin turned back to be a cold villain, and after a pause he said: "Send it to Uncle Fu, he likes to eat." He pointed diagonally behind, "Nong, Uncle Fu's house is Then, let's go."

After finishing speaking, he took Han Song's arm and squeezed out a stiff smile, "Let's go, let's go home for dinner!"

The young man behind him still didn't give up, and shouted: "Then brother Han, what do you like to eat? Tell me and I will let my mother do it!"

This man's eyes must have grown white, and he didn't even have any sharp eyesight. Dong Chuanlin was about to explode with anger.He turned his head abruptly, glared at the boy and shouted, "I told him that he doesn't like to eat and he doesn't like to eat! If you shout again, believe it or not, I'll throw you out!"

The boy immediately kept silent, and quickly ran back to the room to hide away.

That's more or less.

Satisfied, Dong Chuanlin withdrew his eyes that could eat people, and dragged Han Song forward.

Han Song said with a smile: "He is about the same size as you, you have to practice more to throw him out."

"Oh." Dong Chuanlin nodded expressionlessly, then looked at him, and answered irrelevantly: "Didn't you ask me what smell is on me?"

"It's a sour vinegar smell!"