134: C134 Sutura Canis

C134 Sutura Canis

"Yo!" Little girl, you actually know how to nod three times! "Not bad, not bad!"

Upon hearing that, a trace of embarrassment appeared on Shen Huaihao's face, but he still accepted the compliment with a smile.

After he had made the tea for Elder Meng, Shen Wenzhao turned to look at Meng Shihan who was busy with her work. He walked up to her and curiously asked, "Elder sister Meng, what are you doing?"

"She's helping Little Four with his kennel, but she's not that good!" Yang Song and Old Meng were in the middle of drinking tea when they heard this.

Old Meng was playing with Little Four, but when he heard what Yang Song said, he thought of his granddaughter's fighting ability and happily said: "Little Four! You know what? I'm afraid you've never slept in a dog's den in your life! "

"Grandfather!" Yang Song! Don't go too far! " Meng Shihan's pretty face turned red. Hearing the two of them insulting her, she angrily threw down the task in her hands.

Shen Wenzhao faintly smiled and said, "Alright, you don't have to say that about big sister Meng. She's using her brain, not her hands. Let me handle this matter!"

Taking over Meng Shihan's needlework, Shen Huaihao smiled and said, "This kind of thing is relatively simple for us. We used to often help our little brother sew clothes and make a dog's nest at home. It was very simple!"

As he said this, he turned his hands. From time to time, he would sew some cotton wool into it. Very soon, the shape of a dog's den appeared! After Yang Song saw it, he praised, "Not bad! "Waizhao, your hands are so coincidental!"

"In other words! "Good granddaughter, you should learn from me. From now on, I can leave my clothes to little girl Shen to sew and mend!" Old Meng looked at Shen Wenzhao in satisfaction.

Meng Shihan shook her head and said, "Don't keep ordering her around like a servant. She still needs to rest when she gets home!"

When Yang Song thought of this matter, he looked at the time and saw that it was already past ten o'clock. He stood up and stretched his body before speaking to Shen Huaihao.

"Rest early today, I'll be back at 6 o'clock tomorrow. Ah, laziness has nothing to do with me anymore!"

Hearing Yang Song's arrangements, Meng Shihan felt a little strange and asked, "Why are we starting to cook breakfast now?"

In the past, there was no Crystal Shrimp Dumplings, but now that there are Crystal Shrimp Dumplings, we have to make breakfast in the future. Actually, in the past, we could have had some, such as Dragon-Tooth Noodle Roll or Clear Broth Powder Stir-Fried Rice Powder. Yang Song gave a simple explanation.

Old Meng curiously asked, "Little Yang, I don't understand why your rules are so rigid." Isn't it better to be a bit more nimble? "

Yang Song smiled slightly and revealed a cold smile as he walked towards his bedroom, leaving behind a message.

"As the God of Cooking, I must maintain the rules!"

After saying that, he went back to his room to get a set of clothes. Then, he went to the bathroom to wash up!

"This kid, don't say it, he really does sound like he's saying it!" Elder Meng couldn't help but laugh as he took a sip of hot tea.

Meng Shihan rolled his eyes at Yang Song and disdainfully said, "Isn't it just pretending to be strong? Who wouldn't? "

Shen Wenzhao made a dog's den for the dog, and it was beautifully made. He placed it beside the cardboard box, and after he finished preparing the box, he smiled and said, "Boss, there's no problem in doing this! I think it's very suitable! "

"You!" Meng Shihan helplessly shook her head and grabbed a pile of clothes, "He gave you a salary. Of course you would say that!"

"Big sister Meng, are these old clothes?" Shen Wenzhao saw Meng Shihan put the clothes into a cloth bag.

Meng Shihan nodded and said while putting on her clothes, "I buy a few sets of clothes every month. These clothes are from last year. If you don't want to wear them, leave them in the grocery room!"

"I …" Shen Wenzhao felt somewhat embarrassed, but it seemed as if he had made up his mind. He asked, "Big sister Meng, can I wear this set of clothes?"

At this moment, she was wearing the work clothes that Yang Song had prepared for her. Elder Meng had thought that she wasn't really a bitter child, but from the looks of it, she seemed to be very pitiful.

Hearing Shen Huaizhao's words, Meng Shihan's nose turned sour and she almost shed tears. Remembering how Yang Song had told her about Shen Huaizhao's family's situation, she suddenly stood up and ran to the grocery room. She dragged out four to five large bags and said, "Little sister, don't mention one! These are my old clothes from the past two years. You can take them and wear them.

Staring at the pile of clothes, Shen Wenzhao was a little taken aback, "No, no, no, there's no need for that much. I just need one or two sets!"

Old Meng also said with a serious face, "Shen, you can wear it now. My granddaughter used to have a lot of clothes when she was young, but now she's wearing one of them. If you don't wear it now, you will lose it after being bitten by bugs. As long as you don't mind it being old clothes! "

"I don't mind, I don't mind!" Shen Wenzhao hurriedly shook his head, a hint of happiness on his face.2

Meng Shihan smiled and said, "Alright, pick out a few sets of clothes that you like first. After you wash them, you can wear them. With that many sets, you don't need to wear anything that you don't like. Just pick a few that you like!"

Shen Wenzhao nodded his head and began to search inside the bag! Seeing that, Elder Meng smiled, stood up and said, "Alright, you guys should rest early! This old man is going back to rest! "Good night!"

"Good night, Grandpa Meng!"

"Good night, old man!"

Luckily, the two girls were about the same size, just that Meng Shi was a bit stronger! In fact, not only had Yang Song gained weight in recent days, but his skin color had also improved. In Yang Song's case, he had eaten well, drank mountain spring water, and his skin was a lot whiter than before.

After washing up, Yang Song returned to his room. Lying on his bed, he took out his cell phone and sent a message to the Wechat group.

"@ All members, open the door at 7 o'clock sharp tomorrow. Add a new dish for breakfast: Crystal Shrimp Dumplings! Selling Clear Broth Powder! Egg Fried Rice! Stir-fried rice flour and plain soup, Longxiu Noodle Soup! "

"Crystal shrimp dumplings?" It tastes delicious just by listening to it! "

"We finally have breakfast! It just so happens that I'll pass by the boss's restaurant every day at work. I'll have breakfast tomorrow! "

"However, the boss has to queue up, do you have enough time?"

"In time, I'll go earlier!" You don't have to worry! "

"…"

The liveliness in the group had nothing to do with Yang Song. After the announcement was made, Yang Song closed his eyes and quickly entered into his dream, letting out even breathing sounds.

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