Sweet Planting Life of Two Young Masters

The failure of the restaurant plan made Fang Yan languish for a while.

He didn't tell anyone about his hotel plans, because he didn't help him expose Fang's lies.

Therefore, when he was eating the delicious dishes made by the chef, he started to sigh. He didn't express his admiration as before without hesitation. Instead, he sighed at the plate and complained a little bit in his heart. Why is the uncle in the kitchen? The cooked rice will taste so delicious.

The chef did not hear the praise from the young master told by the housekeeper as usual. He thought that his cooking skills had regressed. He quickly practiced his cooking skills more carefully, and tried his best to make more delicious food than before.After being sent to Fang Yan, the child sighed even more after tasting.

Fortunately, the winter vacation represents the coming of the New Year. Not long after returning from the trip, Fang's family began to get busy up and down, preparing everything for the New Year.Fang Yan quickly found what he could do and cut the window grilles with his grandma.

He is good at cutting window grilles. When he used to spend Chinese New Year with Mama Hua, he would cut window grilles with Mama Hua every year. From the time he could get the scissors, he learned from behind Mama Hua. He was born with this. He was talented in manual work. After he felt that Fang Honghua could not teach herself, she learned from the most ingenious girl in the village. Although she did not learn all the essence, the cut out window grilles were enough to surprise everyone.

Fang Yan cuts the window grilles very fast, fold it in half and then face it, and then draw patterns on it, cut along those lines, squeeze a few times, shake it, and unfold it again, and a delicate window grille appears.

"Inkstone is really powerful." Grandma Fang boasted.

She also holds a pair of scissors in her hand.In previous years, she was the only one in the family who was interested in this. Occasionally a nanny came to help her with it. But now everyone likes to buy ready-made finished products outside, and those finished products are much more delicate than the ones she cuts. Just cut one or two, which is considered to have a New Year atmosphere.

But now the little grandson made a move, and immediately compared her handwork.

Grandma Fang smiled, but not discouraged.

She has had a maid to help her do all kinds of things since she was a child, and she has never been good at handwork. Cutting window grilles is also a hobby that only grows when she is old, and it's because the family doesn't dislike it.Now that I saw the craftsmanship of my grandson, I took the initiative to learn from him.

When Fang Huai slept until he was about to get up for lunch, he found that the windows of his home were covered with various kinds of grilles. They were all very delicate and had all kinds of patterns. He squinted his eyes and took a closer look. He even saw himself. Family portrait of the family.

Fang Huai immediately shouted: "Grandma!"

"Hey!"

"When did you secretly learn paper-cutting?" Fang Huai ran downstairs and said excitedly: "Why have I never seen you paper-cutting before? When did you learn it, why didn't you tell us?"

Grandma Fang smiled and said, "I didn't cut it."

"Not you?" Fang Huai hurriedly stopped.

He turned over the remaining tools on the table. Grandma Fang still had a semi-finished window grille in her hand. It was very simple and had rough edges. Look at another position. A pair of scissors was placed next to a finished product. It.

Fang Huai picked it up and found that it was a villain playing the guitar. He immediately recognized it.He is the only one who can play the guitar at home. Isn't this villain him?

Fang Huai was immediately happy: "You didn't cut it, could it still be impossible to cut the inkstone?"

"It's the inkstone cut." Grandma Fang said with a smile: "The inkstone is amazing."

Fang Huai was stunned.

He also said casually, who knew that he was really hit by him.Ask him to say that anyone at home may be able to cut paper, but inkstone is the worst person. There is no way. Who makes his younger brother the youngest and usually stupid?

But now...

He looked at the paper-cutting villain and moved it neatly into his pocket.

"Grandma, where's the inkstone?"

"Inkstone, Yanyan is outside playing with Xiao Ke."

Fang Huai ran out immediately after hearing this.

Outside the house, there was a heavy snowfall today, and the house was white. The snow on the road outside had already been shoveled by the property, and only the yard remained.Therefore, Fang Ke greeted him, and Fang Yan ran out immediately.

The chickens and ducks outside were all startled by the sudden heavy snow. They shrank in their nests and shivered, but after hearing the laughter of the little master from outside, they gradually calmed down. A neat row of small footprints came on the snow.

These footprints hadn't been too long before they were covered by a large footprint.A figure quickly ran over, the old hen was frightened, and screamed and fluttered her wings and fled back to the den, shrank inside and shivered, completely afraid to come out.

"Inkstone, the second brother is coming!" Fang Huai ran a few steps, took off, and rushed toward his brother on the snow.

The snow fell deep and thick, even if it fell, it would not hurt.It was precisely in this way that Fang Huai went to his younger brother without fear.

After Fang Yan heard the sound, he turned his head subconsciously and felt a black shadow descending from the sky, growing bigger and bigger, coming straight towards him. He was shocked, but did not stunned, he reacted quickly and stepped to the side. Feet.

But I don't know if it was because he was too flustered. He just stepped out of a foot and stepped on a big hole in the snow. He suddenly slammed his foot and fell into the snow.

Fang Yan turned his head in horror. Seeing that his second brother's body was about to fall from the sky on his body like a big mountain, he quickly turned over and rolled to the side.

With a "plop", Fang Huai was plunged into the snow.

But Fang Yan did not stop. In the winter, he wore a lot, and his whole body was wrapped into a ball. Now when he tried hard, he suddenly rolled out like a ball until his round body hits. One thing, this stopped.

There was a muffled laugh above his head.

Fang Yan hurriedly got up from the snow, fixed his hat, and patted the snowflakes on his body. Before he could stand still, his feet were light. He was already volleyed and he was picked up.

Fang Yan kicked his feet subconsciously.

"Does Yanyan want to see me so much? I didn't even have time to run, so I just rolled over to me."

Huh?

Fang Yan raised his head.

Seeing the familiar face, he immediately called out cheerfully: "Big Brother Gu!"