"Are you making chicken today?" Yuanzhou asked as usual when collecting the bowls.
"Don't do it. If you say you won't do it, you won't do it." Mr. Ma said impatiently.
"I can find the ingredients myself." Yuan Zhou added after thinking for a while.
"No need, let's go quickly, but it's ridiculous to want to exchange two bowls of noodles for Lao Zhuo's royal meal." Mr. Ma became angry again and stood up, his straight tunic suit wrinkled.
"You have a really bad temper." Yuan Zhou said suddenly.
"Hey, you kid is criticizing my temper. Come on, you don't have to tell me what my temper is like." Mr. Ma's tone was dissatisfied, but he was no longer as angry as when he was asked to make soup.
"Well, good night." Yuan Zhou nodded thoughtfully, then stood up and left.
"You brat, so what if you have talent." Mr. Ma looked at Yuan Zhou's back, moved his mouth, and said with dissatisfaction.
However, Yuanzhou carried the bowl and quietly returned to the rented house.
"Xiao Yuan is back, how is it successful?" The old man stood at the door smoking leaf cigarettes and asked with a smile on his face.
"No, Mr. Ma disagrees." Yuan Zhou said directly.
"If you ask me, this old man is not willing to eat your noodles. That old guy is being pretentious and ignores him." The old man knocked on the cigarette pole.
"It's okay, the imperial meal is too difficult." Yuan Zhou smiled.
"I think the imperial meal is not as good as your noodles. The noodles you made are so delicious. I didn't know that my own flour could produce such a taste. Xiao Yuan, you are the master. It's obvious." The old man Looking at the empty bowl in Yuan Zhou's hand, he suddenly thought of the noodles he had eaten, and suddenly felt a little hungry after digesting the dinner he had just eaten.
"Thank you for the compliment." Yuan Zhou thanked him with a smile.
"You're welcome, this is all true. I hope Xiao Yuan you will make it for us again sometime." The old man said directly without being polite.
"Before you leave." Yuanzhou thought for a while and agreed.
"What? Get ready to leave." The old man said in surprise.
"Well, I've been here for a long time. I'll leave in just these two days." Yuan Zhou originally only planned to come for five days. Today is already the third day, so of course it's time to leave.
"Okay, tell me when you leave." The old man said seriously.
"Yes." Yuan Zhou nodded.
"Okay, I'm going to bed." The old man took the last puff of his cigarette and prepared to go into the house to sleep.
"Wait a minute, what's that on your grandson's face?" Yuan Zhou suddenly asked, remembering the little boy's face in the afternoon.
"What do you mean? Don't worry, it won't be contagious." The old man smiled knowingly, a little helpless.
"That's not what you mean. Is it an allergy?" Yuan Zhou asked carefully.
The old man's grandson had a lot of small red spots on his face when he first met Yuan Zhou. They were more obvious during the day and are now very serious, but he seems to have no physical problems.
"No, it's something they're born with. Many children here are born with it." The old man sighed and said in a low tone.
"I'm born with it, can it be cured?" Although the body looks good, it is really hard to accept that a child of this age has it on his face.
"It's cured. The same few children in the village went together. Some of them disappeared when they grew up, and some stayed with them until they were old. Fortunately, most of them were boys." The old man felt a little sad when he thought of his grandson's face.
After a pause, the old man continued, "I heard that there were too many bees. This is retribution."
"No, it should be able to dissipate." Yuan Zhou said with certainty.
"Hey, I hope so." The old man said and turned back to his room.
Yuanzhou stood there and thought for a while, then returned to his room and took out the small mirror in his travel suit. It was originally used for shaving, but now he used it to look at his face.
There is actually no beard on Yuan Zhou's face, otherwise he would look even more uncle-like, which is more in line with the popular uncle mentality, so the purpose of this mirror is self-evident.
Now the red spots on Yuan Zhou's face have basically disappeared. The effect of propolis is very powerful.
After thinking in front of the mirror for a while, Yuanzhou went out to pick some things, and then returned to his room to sleep.
"Uncle, I'm sorry I was rude yesterday." The little boy ran to Yuan Zhou's door early in the morning to apologize.
What's more, the little boy found that although Yuan Zhou had a cold face, he was actually very easy to get along with. However, yesterday he looked like he wished others would get sick, which was very rude.
"It's okay." Yuan Zhou didn't care and said naturally.
"Ah, uncle, your face." The little boy apologized and was surprised when he looked up.
"What's wrong?" Yuan Zhou didn't understand.
"Why are there red dots like me?" the little boy shouted in surprise.
"Red dots?" Yuan Zhou took out the mirror and checked, and sure enough, his face was covered with red dots, just like a little boy, looking quite scary.
"Uncle, how are you? Are you feeling uncomfortable?" the little boy asked nervously.
"Are you feeling uncomfortable?" Yuan Zhou asked calmly.
"It's not uncomfortable, but people say it looks like a monster." The little boy said lowly.
"Mine doesn't feel uncomfortable either." Yuan Zhou touched it carefully and said calmly.
"Uncle, why are you so old? Is mine really contagious?" The little boy seemed to think of something and moved away from Yuan Zhou in a panic, as if this way he would not be contagious.
"No, it doesn't itch or hurt, and it's not contagious. It's normal, and adults can get it too." Yuan Zhou said without blinking.
"Really? Aren't there just a few of us presidents?" the little boy said in surprise.
"Of course, you see, I have both." Yuan Zhou pointed at his face.
"But uncle didn't have it before." The little boy said tangledly.
"So it will dissipate in the future, but even if it doesn't dissipate, it's okay. It's not ugly." Yuan Zhou said seriously.
"Really, doesn't it look like a monster?" The little boy touched his little face anxiously.
"No, maybe we will grow again tomorrow, and then we will be gone." The old man suddenly came over and said with a smile.
"Grandpa will also grow smaller?" The little boy looked at his grandfather's old face and asked in confusion.
"Yes, this is normal, it's nothing." The old man held the little boy and said seriously.
"I'm going to eat." Yuan Zhou said behind them.
"I'll keep it for you, Xiao Yuan, thank you." The old man turned around, with a happy smile on his face.
When I came to the kitchen, I saw two breakfasts on it. I guess I knew that Yuan Zhou would bring it to eat with Mr. Ma, so I prepared it specially.
Yuanzhou was carrying breakfast and strutting around the village with a red face. No one asked about it, and they probably thought it was the work of bees on a daily basis.
"Did you do it?" Mr. Ma turned a blind eye to the red spots on Yuan Zhou's face and only cared about breakfast.
"No, the master made it and I brought it over." Yuan Zhou said seriously.
"Hmph, it's pig food again." Mr. Ma said unceremoniously, and then stretched out his hand to take out a large bowl of porridge on the square plate.
"Mr. Ma, I am a monkey." Yuan Zhou said seriously.
"Go away." Mr. Ma's answer was only one word.
What the old man prepared for Yuan Zhou was a large bowl of porridge, two empty bowls and two plates of pickles.
"Bang" Mr. Ma accidentally knocked a large bowl of porridge on the square plate, making a harsh sound. It was obvious that his hand strength was not strong enough.
"How do you eat hot porridge?" Mr. Ma put it down dissatisfied and took out the empty bowl.
"I'll do it." Yuan Zhou reached out and took out the porridge in the big soup bowl, took out a bowl, tried it and said, "You can eat it."
Then he handed it to Mr. Ma.
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