Chapter 1646: Boomerang

Master Zhou felt so heartbroken he almost trembled.

Like, what kind of child needs so much wages for one day of taking care of him?

Taking a step back, can't he do it?

But he was an employee after all, and knew that the boss's things were arranged by the boss, so he could only look at the boy who was still wailing with heartache—

Hmph!

Crying so hard at a young age, he definitely won't get to eat good things.

This thought had just turned, when he saw a young lady among the guests holding a large bowl, drinking the last two mouthfuls of soup fiercely, even licking the coriander at the bottom of the soup.

Then she sighed, her voice filled with extreme satisfaction and aftertaste:

"So delicious!"

Isn't it.

Master Zhou loved hearing this. He and his master also danced with joy after tasting a mouthful of fresh soup in the kitchen. Now he quickly and happily sent the freshly baked pancakes over:

"These pancakes are also delicious, they are sweet even without soaking in soup, everyone try it!"

He Kuang's wife had actually eaten a pancake and two bowls of soup. At this moment, she touched her stomach and looked at the steaming, fragrant, crispy-shelled, soft-inside, uniquely dry-scented pancakes.

She gritted her teeth, the pain in her eyes visible to the naked eye, but in the end, she reached out and pinched a piece:

"Everyone eat first, I'll take Tuoluo up the mountain for breakfast now."

Although she had eaten a bit much and was a bit full, walking on the mountain to consume it, it should be worthy of this pancake, right?

And He Tuoluo walked out the door sobbing, while familiarly: "Mom, I won't climb trees next time..."

"Mom, I won't hide secretly like this next time."

"Mom, I won't make you worry next time..."

"Can I have a bite of that pancake?"

"Good boy, you said that last time too. Mom can't control you, so you can only enjoy the blessings first now."

The self-abandonment in her tone was also obvious.

Looking at the He family again, everyone had the same dejected look.

Everyone:...

Song Tan drank soup silently: "He... it's also good that he can correct his mistakes."

He Kuang's eyes turned red, and he almost cried out of grievance: "If he could correct his mistakes, why would our whole family have to suffer this crime?"

Lu Chuan pondered for a moment: "Then you have to think carefully, it proves that the child doesn't think this is a mistake at all, nor can he understand your worries."

He Kuang sighed long and dejectedly.

Everyone understands the truth, and they have consulted many psychology and parenting experts, and even checked his body back and forth.

But the child is just such a child, there is no way, there is still no way.

Can only say, fate!

Their whole family gets a headache when they think about this, but everyone looked at each other, and couldn't help but be happy again—

Like, anyway, this trouble isn't their own family's, it's still quite interesting, right?

And Qiao Qiao wiped his mouth: "Sister, then I'll go up the mountain to wait for Little Ten!"

Song Tan nodded: "Go, tell Little Ten, if it does a good job, it will get an extra meal."

And after Qiao Qiao left, everyone became curious: "Is that dog on the mountain before? Why haven't I seen it?"

Qin Yun was also puzzled: "I remember they were all on the river beach?"

Lu Chuan explained: "Usually they are on the river beach, but if needed on the mountain, just tell them, and they will go to the factory to wait for arrangements themselves."

He had just sent a message to Chen Xi. With Little Ten's playful personality, it was estimated that it was already waiting on the mountain at this moment.

Isn't it, when Qiao Qiao went up the mountain, Little Ten was wagging its big tail and its shiny fur was bouncing in front of him.

Compared to guarding the river beach, watching the vegetable patch has more prospects!

During this time, the little master picked vegetables every day, and they were able to snag some each day.

The only pity is that although Little Ten has a mind, the master's work arrangement doesn't listen to its mind.

Other dogs eat one, it can only eat one, the loss is too great.

And He Tuoluo was really hungry.

Along the way, he watched his mother eat the crispy pancakes. Because he was full before, he ate the pancakes slowly in his hand. The more he ate, the more saliva He Tuoluo had.

When he arrived on the mountain, he was so hungry that he had forgotten to pick whether it was delicious or not, and he ate the food in the canteen in big mouthfuls.

Master Jiang had to go to the old Song house for a gathering at noon. Seeing him eating alone in the canteen, he was stunned:

"Why, didn't you eat enough in the morning?"

He Kuang's wife looked at the dishes that were also full of color, fragrance, and taste, and clearly regretted it:

"I ate enough, but this child is ignorant, so just punish him."

"But, but the food in our canteen on the mountain also looks full of color, fragrance, and taste..."

Although it should not be as good as the mutton soup in the morning, it must far exceed the average level.

Look at the satisfied son again. Children have a short memory. If they can't eat, they can't eat. How can this have educational significance?

Although according to past experience, this educational significance actually can't educate the child, but it's okay to let the family vent their anger!

In short, looking at it now, it's better to be hungry.

Just as she was frustrated, she saw Qiao Qiao leading a black and white border collie over.

He Kuang's wife's spirit was lifted. She didn't dare to think that one day, she would pin her hope of taking care of children on a dog!

And Qiao Qiao brought Little Ten to He Tuoluo:

"Little Ten, this is your task object. For the next few days, wherever he goes, you must go, and you can't leave at all."

"And don't let him do dangerous things—what the little sheep can't do, he can't do either."

"Woof!"

Little Ten responded obediently, looked at He Tuoluo, leaned in to smell its scent, and sat down obediently by his side.

And Qiao Qiao used his hand to gesture the size of the basin Song Tan showed him:

"If you do a good job, you can drink milk and eat meat every day—there's so much!"

A big basin!!!

With Little Ten's IQ, it could easily understand the meaning. At this moment, its dog eyes were almost glowing biubiubiu, and a big tail was wagging so fast on the clean and shiny floor of the canteen that it was about to become a residual image.

It was bright-eyed, ears erect, seriously looked at He Tuoluo again, and at this moment leaned forward without hesitation, its big dog head sticking to the other's leg.

He Tuoluo looked at his mother blankly, then at the dog.

Then he became happy:

"Is this dog following me every day from now on? Too happy, right!"

He had always wanted to raise a dog. At first, the family almost let go, but soon He Tuoluo practiced it himself, letting them know:

This family no longer has the spirit to accommodate a dog! He, He Luo himself, is a collection of a hundred beagles!

And the mother smiled powerlessly, looking at the child's joyful expression, not knowing when such days would end.

And Little Ten by her feet smelled He Tuoluo's scent eagerly again, its tongue lolling out, as if laughing.

The child the master let it watch smells so much like milk and meat! (●'?'●)つ

After eating and drinking, everyone chatted and worked.

The high temperature of July had arrived. After the sun rose, no other work could be done.

Song Tan looked at Yun Feng, who was the only one still free, and asked curiously: "You are an editor, you must often urge manuscripts, right? It seems that they are willing to come out and play with you, it seems that the relationship is very deep."

Yun Feng laughed.

"Urging manuscripts, generally it is the responsibility that editors perform when facing new authors."

"But in fact, they are already mature writers. Whether they write, how much they write, and what the results will be, everyone has a count in their hearts."

"Do what you can do, and bear the results if you can't do it. There is nothing to urge."

He Kuang didn't complete the task before, and he didn't urge him, just complained a few words while chatting.

What's more, online novels are very different from the popular paper traditional literature before.

Traditional literature writers pay attention to one book, one manuscript. If there is no restraint and urge, many writers may drag on and on—editors urging manuscripts is very useful at this time.

Online writers are different.

Readers of long-form writers look at stickiness. The daily update volume is the foundation, but the update of millions or even millions of words a year, and continuous, is actually very consuming of willpower and brainpower.

Therefore, once a style is written, editors will not urge the word count anymore. Daily, they often advise more 【do what you can】 【don't explode】...

Because most authors, if you let him explode 20,000 or 30,000 words a day, it's not that he can't do it, but after writing this day, it's very likely that he will be sluggish for the next few months.

Other tentacle monsters who can write so much every day are another matter, after all, every industry has some people that others can't catch up with.

After he finished speaking, Song Tan suddenly realized: "I said why Lu Chuan doesn't have the habit of saving manuscripts..."

Like this time when friends came, he clearly had time every day before, but he didn't write much more. Instead, when friends came, they made an appointment to code words in the morning.

Only very occasionally, he would prepare the update for a day or two in advance.

Thinking about the update time of Qin Yun and He Kuang before, Song Tan thought: "It seems this is a common problem."

Yun Feng:...

He cleared his throat: "No, it's a problem."

"There are still many writers who have manuscripts."

"There are still some who will write the next day's every day."

Song Tan:...

"Lu Chuan is not that kind of person." She said seriously: "He is so self-disciplined, it's not that he can't do it if he doesn't write the next day, it must be to synchronize emotions with readers, it's too great."

Now it was Yun Feng's turn to get stuck—he had always thought that Lu Chuan came to this countryside from the imperial capital and brought his mother, purely because of love brain.

But listen to this—who is the love brain?

Just wondering, I saw Lu Jing laughing from ear to ear: "Tan Tan, you are too spoiled for Xiao Chuan! He is not that excellent, he just can't write if he doesn't write... Oh!"

She sighed: "Girls who think for others like this will suffer—you come, didn't Xiao Chuan pick a jade chain for you before? Just one! I'll pick a new one for you!"

And Yun Feng's wife also sat over happily: "Our Lu Chuan is really blessed to have such a thoughtful girlfriend."

"I'm different, my husband got a bonus, and he didn't buy me anything."

Yun Feng:... This damn boomerang.

?? It's here, it's here! My shading net was completely scraped by the wind today, but the 39° high temperature will continue for another week... ===== CHAPTER 1647 =====