The roar was so full of energy that the dog was startled, and he stood up suddenly and looked up at him.

"I'm not yelling at you," Sun Wenqu leaned against the wall, "Go, call your master over, kid, be good boy, go and call that turtle boy Fang Chi to come."

The dog tilted his head.

Sun Wenqu tsk: "Don't pretend to be cute, your head is not cute at all..."

"Boy!" Fang Chi finally turned out of the yard again and ran over with something in his hand.

The dog jumped up and ran towards him.

"Damn." Sun Wenqu frowned and cursed in a low voice, breathing a sigh of relief.

"Try this." Fang Chi walked up to him and handed him a corn.

"No," Sun Wenqu looked at him angrily, "What do you mean? Are you revenge?"

"It's sweet corn, very sweet, and it's all done when you eat it," said Fang Chi, "My grandfather just cooked it."

"...I didn't wash my hands." Sun Wenqu looked at the corn in his hand. It was very beautiful and smelled very fragrant.

"Pick the ears and eat them," Fang Chi stroked the ears for him, "Don't tell me that you can't even chew corn."

"Bring it!" Sun Wenqu grabbed the corn and ate it in his mouth.

It's really sweet and very tender.

"I also brought my friends back, and I didn't say anything," as soon as I entered the yard, the son-in-law, saw a thin old man walking out of the inner room with a smile on his face. "I told you all that I'm going to tell you in advance, I'm ready."

"If you have anything to prepare, just eat something casually. I will take people into the mountain in the afternoon." Fang Chi said.

"What's this friend's name?" The thin old man should be Fang Chi's grandfather, with his eyebrows and eyes a little like that, looking very kind.

"My surname is Sun, Sun Wenqu, hello grandma." Sun Wenqu asked, and looked at the dog standing aside and wagging his tail desperately.

"Don't be afraid, this dog doesn't bite people, it's so obedient," said the fat old lady with a smile, "Boy, go by, it's scary!"

"...I'm very obedient," Sun Wenqu smiled. He watched the dog walk away before sitting down on the small stool in the yard. "I suddenly ran up today and didn't say in advance, grandma and grandma, don't blame us. It's mainly because Fang Chi said that the food at home is the best, so he pulled me up..."

Fang Chi turned his head and stared at him.

"Hey, this little bastard, always brags about the delicious food he cooks, and says whenever he sees people," Grandma tsks twice and walks to the kitchen in the yard. "It's actually very unpalatable. What I cook is delicious. I'll cook for you, and I'm going to cook."

"I said my food was delicious." Grandpa quickly followed.

"Have you said it? People say that the food at home is the best!" Grandma speeded up.

"You said, Xiao Chi always said his grandfather's food was delicious!" Grandpa changed to trot and rushed into the kitchen first.

"He was wrong!" Grandma also squeezed in.

Fang Chi was happy and watched the old man and the old lady squeeze into the kitchen. He turned around and saw Sun Wenqu, and immediately felt a little unhappy: "What's the matter with me?"

Sun Wenqu was looking at the two old men in the kitchen with a smile. After hearing what he said, he just glanced at him casually, and his eyes returned to the kitchen.

"When did I bring you?" Fang Chi continued to ask.

"I'm begging for nothing," Sun Wenqu said, "Go, hurry up, tell your grandfather that you didn't say the food at home is delicious, and you didn't invite anyone to eat it."

Fang Chi glanced at him with a squinted eyes, stopped talking, and just waved his hand to call the boy over.

"Call me, uncle." Fang Chi pointed at Sun Wenqu.

The boy immediately clamped his ears back, raised his face and called Sun Wenqu twice.

"Hey, fuck," Sun Wenqu was so scared that he dragged the stool back two meters away. He had just sat down and before he could release the stool, he felt that something had poked his hand. He turned his head and saw a big rooster stretching his neck and was about to peck at the corn in his hand. He stood up, "Hey!"

"Oh, aren't you afraid of chickens?" Fang Chi said.

"Of course not afraid," Sun Wenqu waved his hand and drove the chicken away and sat down, "Before..."

He thought that when his father threw him into the mountains to watch people dig the soil, he could reach his house together while living on the first floor.

But he didn't say this, and suddenly he didn't want to say it, feeling boring.

Grandpa and grandma were making noises in the kitchen while cooking. Fang Chi teased the dog in the sun, listening to the familiar conversation, and felt very at ease.

"Are your parents in the city?" Sun Wenqu suddenly asked.

"No," Fang Chi looked at him, "Open a store in the county."

"Oh, then your family will be divided into three places?" Sun Wenqu said.

"Yes." Fang Chi nodded.

"Is there any corn?" Sun Wenqu looked at the corn that had been gnawed in his hands.

Fang Chi got up and went into the kitchen and took him another one.

Not long after, the aroma of vegetables came from the kitchen, with the unique smell of firewood, which made people feel particularly appetizing.

"You should be asked Uncle Liangzi to eat together," Sun Wenqu muttered in a low voice, "What a pity."

"Do they know you're out?" Fang Chi asked. If he didn't say hello, the team leader would be frightened.

"I know, I said I was fasting and went for a walk." Sun Wenqu said.

"What butt?" Fang Chi frowned.

"It's terrible to be uneducated," Sun Wenqu sighed, "My butt hurts, take a walk to relieve it."

Fang Chi frowned and looked at him for a long time: "Fast? Who doesn't want to eat?"

"I'm really touched when I can figure it out," said Sun Wenqu.

"Little bastard, come to serve the food!" Grandma shouted in the kitchen.

"Here you come." Fang Chi responded, ran into the house and brought the table out and placed it in the yard, then ran into the kitchen and brought the dishes out.

"I..." Sun Wenqu followed him to the kitchen and wanted to help.

"Don't make trouble when you sit down." Fang Chi pointed to the stool.

"I didn't want to move, so I just waited for the meal." Sun Wenqu sat down.

Grandpa and grandma were very hospitable. Although the dishes were not good, they were very large and they were all their own dishes. A pot of wild vegetable soup was so fragrant that it smelled. Sun Wenqu was also very interested in the large plate of tender small bamboo shoots, and there was also a plate of small fish. I heard that they were caught from the stream.

"There is no time to prepare the dishes," Grandpa pushed the dishes to Sun Wenqu, "It's all things we usually eat. Do you taste them if you want to taste them?"

"It's very good," Sun Wenqu quickly picked up some vegetables and put them in his mouth, "I just want to eat what I usually eat, so it's delicious."

"There is no pollution, and the vegetables we grow ourselves are not filled with pesticides, they are fresh," said grandma. "You can't eat them in the city, and you all eat the ones we don't like."

"Grandma," Fang Chi was having fun while eating, "What are you saying?"

"To be honest," Grandma touched Sun Wenqu with her arm, "Shuiqu, eat more."

Sun Wenqu was stunned. Fang Chi was drinking the soup. When he heard this, he quickly lowered his head and sprayed the soup on the ground.

"Your memory is not called Sun Shuiqu, but Sun... Sun... What kind of crane!" said grandpa.

"My name is Sun Wenqu," Sun Wenqu explained to the two old men with a smile, "Jingqu, that is, what is the one that is so clear to Qu."

"Ah," Grandpa responded, looking at him, "Ask who?"

"...I won't ask who." Sun Wenqu choked.

"Oh," Fang Chi swallowed the food in his mouth and leaned on the back of the chair, smiling so much that he couldn't breathe. "Don't explain it quickly, I can't understand this explanation."

Sun Wenqu watched him happily for a long time before whispering: "Hey, the dimples are revealed."

Fang Chi was stunned for a moment, trying to tighten his face but not tighten it. After two seconds of being stunned, he continued to laugh so hard that he couldn't stop.

"Is it embarrassing to lose it?" Grandma reached her arm and knocked it on his head twice with chopsticks. "What are you laughing at? It makes people laugh... No, what kind of channel comes? It makes people feel so embarrassed."

"Ask," Grandpa reminded grandma, "Ask."

"Who are you asking!" Grandma glanced at him.

"The canal is the canal," Sun Wenqu couldn't bear it anymore, "Grandma, I'm just called Sun Shuiqu."

"Drain," grandma patted him, "You come and have fun when you have time. The little bastard has never brought his friends home. In fact, the air here is good, and the food and drink are better than your city. Look at me, I will live a hundred years old!"

"Yes." Sun Wenqu nodded.

"Grandpa and grandma are not educated and don't know how to speak, but you are coming, so you can make sure you eat and drink well," Grandma patted his back again, "Grandma cooks you."

"Grandpa makes it for you to eat." Grandpa said.

"Well," Sun Wenqu said with a smile, "You two are delicious."

"That's coming often." Grandpa said.
Chapter completed!