The failure of the restaurant plan made Fang Yan depressed for a while.
He didn't tell anyone about his restaurant plan, because he didn't help him expose Fang Mu's lies.
Therefore, when he was eating the delicious dishes prepared by the chef, he began to sigh. Instead of expressing his appreciation without hesitation as before, he sighed at the plate, and he still complained in his heart. Why did the uncle in the kitchen The cooked rice will taste so delicious.
The big chef didn't hear the young master's praise from the butler as usual, and thought that his cooking skills had regressed, so he hurriedly practiced his cooking skills more carefully, tried his best to cook more delicious food than before. Sending it to Fang Yan, the child sighed even more after tasting it.
Fortunately, the winter vacation means the coming of the Chinese New Year. Not long after returning from the trip, the Fang family started to get busy, preparing everything for the Chinese New Year. Fang Yan soon found something he could do, cutting window grilles with grandma.
He is good at cutting window grilles. He used to cut window grilles with Mother Hua every year when he was celebrating the New Year with Mother Hua. Since he could get the scissors, he has followed Mother Hua to learn. He is naturally good at these things. She is talented in handwork, and when she felt that Fang Honghua could no longer teach her, she learned from the most ingenious girl in the village. Although she didn't learn all the essence, the window grilles she cut out were enough to surprise everyone.
Fang Yan cut the window grille very quickly, folded it in half and then faced it, then drew a pattern on it, cut along those lines, clicked it a few times, shook it, and unfolded it again, and a delicate window grille appeared.
"Yanyan is really powerful." Grandma Fang boasted.
She also has a pair of scissors in her hand. In the past, she was the only one in the family who was interested in this, and occasionally a nanny would come to help her do it together, but now everyone likes to buy ready-made finished products outside, and those finished products are much more delicate than the ones she cut out. Just cut one or two, it can be regarded as a Chinese New Year atmosphere.
But now, when the little grandson made a move, he immediately compared her handiwork.
Grandma Fang smiled, but she was not discouraged.
Since she was a child, she has had maids to help her with various things. She has never been good at handwork. Cutting window grilles is a hobby that she only has when she gets old. Fortunately, her family does not dislike her. Now seeing his little grandson's craftsmanship, he took the initiative to learn from him.
When Fang Huai slept until it was almost lunch time as usual, he found that the windows of the house were covered with various window grilles, each of which was very delicate, with all kinds of patterns. He squinted his eyes and took a closer look, and even saw himself family portrait.
Fang Huai immediately called out: "Grandma!"
"Why!"
"When did you secretly learn paper-cutting?" Fang Huai ran downstairs and said excitedly, "I've never seen you paper-cutting before. When did you learn it? Why didn't you tell us?"
Grandma Fang smiled: "I didn't cut it."
"Not you?" Fang Huai hurriedly stopped.
He flipped through the remaining tools on the table. Grandma Fang was still holding a semi-finished window grille, which was very simple and had rough edges. Looking at another position, there was a pair of scissors, and there was a finished product next to it. Woolen cloth.
Fang Huai picked it up and saw that it was a little man playing a guitar, and he recognized it immediately. He is the only one in the family who can play the guitar. Isn't this villain just him.
Fang Huai was immediately happy: "It wasn't you who cut it, could it be Yan Yan who cut it?"
"Yan Yan cut it well." Grandma Fang said with a smile, "Yan Yan is amazing."
Fang Huai was stunned.
He also said it casually, but who knew it was actually hit by him. If you ask him, everyone in the family may be able to cut paper, but Yanyan is the one who is the least good at it. There is no way, who makes the younger brother the youngest and usually stupid
But now...
He looked at the paper-cut figurine, and put it into his pocket neatly.
"Grandma, where's Yanyan?"
"Yanyan, Yanyan is playing with Xiao Ke outside."
Fang Huai ran out immediately after hearing the words.
Outside the house, there was a heavy snowfall today, and the outside of the house was completely white. The snow on the road outside had already been shoveled off by the property, and only the snow in the yard remained. So Fang Ke greeted, and Fang Yan immediately ran out.
The chickens and ducks outside were startled by the sudden heavy snow, shivering in their nests and dare not come out, but after hearing the laughter of the little master outside, they also gradually calmed down, their paws on the ground. There was a neat row of small footprints on the snow.
These footprints hadn't stayed for long before they were covered by a large footprint. A figure ran over quickly, and the old hen was frightened, screaming and flapping its wings, and fled back to the nest, shivering inside, not daring to come out at all.
"Yanyan, the second brother is here!" Fang Huai took a few steps to run up, jumped up, and rushed towards his younger brother on the snow.
The snow fell so deep and thick that even if you fell, you would not be hurt. It was also like this that Fang Huai threw his brother down without fear.
After Fang Yan heard the voice, he turned his head subconsciously, and felt a black shadow descending from the sky, getting bigger and bigger, coming straight towards him. He was shocked, but he didn't stay still, and quickly moved to the side feet.
But I don't know if it was because he was too flustered, just as he took one foot and stepped on a big hole in the snow, he suddenly sprained his foot and fell into the snow with a plop.
Fang Yan turned his head in horror. Seeing that his second brother's body was about to fall from the sky like a mountain on his body, he turned over quickly and rolled to the side.
With a "plop", Fang Huai fell into the snow.
But Fang Yan didn't stop. In the winter, he wore a lot of clothes, and his whole body was wrapped into a ball. Now that he exerted force, he immediately rolled out like a ball until his round body hit the ground. One thing, it just stopped.
A muffled laugh came from above his head.
Fang Yan got up from the snow in a hurry, fixed his hat, and patted the snowflakes on his body. Before he could stand still, his feet lightened suddenly, and he was already in the air and was picked up by someone.
Fang Yan kicked his feet subconsciously.
"Does Yanyan want to see me so much? She didn't even have time to run, so she just rolled to me."
Huh
Fang Yan raised his head.
Seeing the familiar face, he immediately called out cheerfully: "Brother Gu!"