Chapter 134: Sewing the doghouse

"Oh! Girl, you can actually nod the Phoenix three times! Not bad, not bad!"
After Shen Huaizhao heard this, there was a trace of embarrassment on his face, but he still accepted Meng Lao's praise with a smile!
After helping Lao Meng make tea, Shen Huaizhao turned to look at Meng Shihan's busy schedule, leaned forward, and curiously asked, "Sister Meng, what are you doing?"
"She is helping Xiao Si sew the doghouse, but she doesn't know how to do it!" Yang Song and Meng Lao were drinking tea after hearing them, hehe smiled, and said deliberately.
Elder Meng was teasing Xiaosi. He heard what Yang Song said and thought of his granddaughter's hands-on ability. He said happily: "Little Si! Do you know? You don't have a kennel to sleep in your life!"
"Grandpa! Yang Song! Don't go too far!" Meng Shihan blushed, hearing the two run themselves like this, and threw down the work in his hands angrily.
Shen Huaizhao smiled slightly and said: "Well, don't talk about Sister Meng like that. She uses her brain instead of hands. I'll do this for such things!"
After taking over Meng Shihan's needlework, Shen Huaizhao smiled and said, "This kind of thing is relatively simple for us. I used to help my brother mending clothes at home and make a doghouse. It was very simple!"
With that said, Shen Huaizhao flipped his hands, sew on this side and stuffed a little cotton over there from time to time, and soon the embryonic form of a doghouse appeared! After Yang Song saw it, he praised: "Not bad! Huai Zhao, you are very clever!"
"That means! My dear granddaughter, you can learn a little bit. From now on, it looks like my clothes can be handed over to Shen Yatou!" Old Meng looked at Shen Huaizhao very satisfied.
Meng Shihan shook her head and said, "Don't always use people as servants. She will have to rest after she gets home!"
Yang Song thought about this, looked at the time after ten o'clock, stood up, stretched out, and said to Shen Huaizhao.
"I will rest early today, and I will go to the store at six o'clock tomorrow. Alas, lazy sleep has nothing to do with me!"
Hearing Yang Song's arrangement, Meng Shihan was a little strange and asked, "How do you start making breakfast now?"
"Before there was no crystal shrimp dumplings, now I have them, and I will have to make breakfast in the future. In fact, I can have them before, such as longxu noodles or fried rice noodles with clear soup noodles. Now, I think the crystal shrimp dumplings will be sold in the morning!" Yang Song briefly explained.
Old Meng asked strangely: "Xiao Yang, I don't understand a little bit. Why do you have to make your rules so rigid? Isn't it good to be flexible?"
Yang Song smiled slightly, showing a cold smile, and walked toward the bedroom, leaving a word.
"As the God of Cooking, I must maintain the rules that I should have!"
After speaking, I went back to the room and took a set of clothes, went to the bathroom and started washing up!
"This kid, don't say it, you really look good when you say this!" Old Meng laughed dumbly and took a sip of hot tea.
Meng Shihan gave Yang Song a blank look, and said with contempt: "Isn't it just pretending to be forced? Who wouldn't?"
Shen Huaizhao finished the kennel, and it was still very beautiful. Put it on the side of the carton. After handling the carton, he smiled and said, "The boss has no problem doing this! I think it's very suitable!"
"You!" Meng Shihan shook his head helplessly, grabbing a pile of clothes, "He pays you a salary, of course you would say that!"
"Sister Meng, are these clothes old?" Shen Huaizhao saw Meng Shihan put these clothes into a cloth bag.
Meng Shihan nodded, and said while dressing up: "I buy a few sets of clothes every month. These clothes have long been worn out. These are clothes from last year. I don't want to wear them anymore, so I put them in the grocery room!"
"I..." Shen Huaizhao was a little embarrassed, but as if he had made up some determination, he asked: "Sister Meng, can I wear this set of clothes?"
After hearing this, Old Meng was stunned for a while, and looked at Shen Huaizhao with some surprise. At this moment, she was wearing the work clothes Yang Song had prepared for her. Old Meng thought she was not a very bitter child. She seemed really pitiful.
Hearing Shen Huaizhao's words like this, Meng Shihan's nose was sour and he almost shed tears. Thinking of Yang Song telling himself about the situation in Shen Huaizhao's house, he suddenly stood up, ran to the grocery room, dragged out four or five big bags, and said: " Sister, don’t say one! These are my old clothes for the past two years. You can take them and wear them. If I don’t wear them anyway, you don’t need to care!"
Looking at so many clothes, Shen Huaizhao was a little frightened, and said quickly, "No, no, no, no need for so many, just one or two sets!"
Old Meng also said with a serious face: "Shen girl, you can dress well. My granddaughter, I know, used to have so many clothes when I was a child, but now it is even more so. If you don’t wear these clothes, you still need to be bitten by insects. If you lose it, you might as well dress yourself! As long as you don't dislike old clothes!"
"Don't dislike it, don't dislike it!" Shen Huaizhao hurriedly shook his head, with a happy expression on his face.
Meng Shihan smiled and said: "Okay, first pick out a few sets of clothes you like, and you can wear them after you wash them. There are so many, you don't need to wear the ones you don't like, just pick some you like!"
Shen Huaizhao nodded and began to fumble in the bag! Seeing this, Mr. Meng smiled slightly, stood up, and said: "Well, you guys get a rest soon! I, the old man, will go back to rest too! Good night!"
"Good night, Grandpa Meng!"
"Good night old man!"
Fortunately, the figures of the two girls are similar, Meng Shihan is a little stronger! That is to say, a little plumper. Shen Huaizhao's skinny appearance was already much better these days. Yang Song has not said that he can directly gain weight these days. At least his skin color has improved a lot. He eats well at Yangsong and drinks mountain spring water. A lot whiter.
After washing, Song Yang returned to the room, lay on the bed, took out his mobile phone, and sent a message to the prestige group.
"@All members, the door will open at 7 o'clock tomorrow, and the new breakfast: crystal shrimp dumplings! Clear soup noodles! Egg fried rice! Fried rice noodles and clear soup Longxu noodles!"
"Crystal shrimp dumplings? They taste delicious!"
"Finally breakfast! It just so happens that every day I go to work, I will pass by the owner's shop, I have breakfast tomorrow!
"But the boss has to line up, do you have enough time?"
"If it's too late, I'll just go early! Don't worry!"
"..."
The excitement in the group has nothing to do with Yang Song. After releasing the news, Yang Song closed his eyes and soon entered the dream, making even breathing sounds.
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