Sweet Planting Life of Two Young Masters

Zhang Dongran couldn't figure out why Fang Yan was so likable.

But this did not resist his curiosity about the child. The next day, early in the morning, he put down his schoolbag and didn't do homework anymore. Presuming that the child had gotten up, he went to knock on the door of Fang Yan's room.

Before he knocked a few times, the door was opened from inside, and Fang Yan walked out neatly with a small schoolbag on his back, looking like he was going out.

He immediately asked: "Are you going out?"

"Yes, I'll go and play with Grandpa Wen." Fang Yan said.

Zhang Dongran didn't realize the meaning of the surname, and immediately said, "Then can I go with you?"

"Go together?" Fang Yan tilted his head and glanced at him, then nodded in agreement: "Sure."

Grandpa Wen must also like his yard to be more lively, right?He thought uncertainly.

Zhang Dongran didn't know his inner thoughts, and when he heard him agree, he breathed a sigh of relief. He also took the initiative to reach out and hold Fang Yan's small hand.

Yesterday Fang Yan had clearly remembered the way Mr. Wen went to his room. This time, he didn't need to send it to others. He carried his small schoolbag and walked there.With Zhang Dongran by his side, Grandma Fang didn't say anything, and let him go without worry.

The places where they lived were all together, and the two places were not far apart. They had arrived just after Fang Yan finished hearing about how delicious the old man's chef was cooking.

Knowing that he was coming early in the morning, the housekeeper was already waiting at the door. He saw Zhang Dongran appearing with him. He also gave Zhang Dongran a second look. It didn't know what he meant, but he didn't say anything, and took the two of them in.

"Master hasn't been in a good mood since he got up this morning." The butler sighed and said, "If you stay with him more, he will be in a better mood."

"Not in a good mood? Why?" Fang Yan asked nervously, "What happened to Grandpa Wen?"

"Nothing." After the butler said this, he didn't say anything.

He couldn't say that Mr. Wen felt depressed because he suddenly realized that he could not resist the charm of a child?

He took the two of them around a corner, and arrived at the living room where Fang Yan had been to yesterday. He opened the door and he could see the scenery in the courtyard outside at a glance.Mr. Wen was sitting in this living room with his back to them, his back looked very vicissitudes of life.

Fang Yan ran over immediately and asked worriedly, "Grandpa Wen, what's the matter with you?"

Visible to the naked eye, both the housekeeper and Zhang Dongran could see clearly. The old man Wen, who was still in decadent sadness just now, seemed to be alive all at once. His waist straightened up, and the person didn't feel depressed, just a little bit sad. I can't see it anymore.

Old man Wen was full of anger and said in a happy mood: "It's the inkstone, the inkstone is coming, what does the inkstone want to play with Grandpa today?"

It didn’t look sad at all. Fang Yan looked back at the butler suspiciously, but saw that the butler avoided his gaze. He had to turn around again, thinking that the butler just said that he would accompany Grandpa Wen more. Then, he said in thought, "The land has been cultivated, and the seeds have been planted. There is nothing to do."

Mr. Wen patiently said, "I don't need to farm today and do something else."

As he said, he held his waist quietly.

I wielded a hoe with the child for a long time yesterday. I didn't feel anything at that time. I came together today and felt a dull pain in my waist.When he got older, his body couldn't keep up. Suddenly with such high-intensity labor, his body began to refuse.

Mr. Wen only hopes that the child can name an activity that does not require too much physical effort.

Fang Yan thought for a while, then asked, "What does Grandpa Wen like to do?"

When Mr. Wen's eyes lit up, he immediately asked the housekeeper to set up the chessboard, and he said with interest: "Can Yanyan play Go? Is Grandpa playing Go with you?"

"But I won't."

Master Wen suddenly stiffened.

Fang Yan added: "I can go backgammon."

Mr. Wen: "Gobang...just gobang."

One of them took black pieces, one took white pieces, and the other played backgammon seriously.

Zhang Dongran sat beside the two dumbfounded. He looked down at the chess game, and he didn't get over for a long time.

If he hadn't remembered the meaning behind the surname "Wen", now that he saw the face of Mr. Wen, there would be nothing to remember.

That's Mr. Wen!!Patriarch of the Wen family!!Zhang Dongran screamed frantically in his heart.

But in this room, no one could understand his surprise. The two protagonists who shocked him were seriously playing backgammon, frowning from time to time because of the opponent's moves, very serious.

Zhang Dongran's face was calm, and his heart was so excited that he couldn't wait to grab the ground: This is Mr. Wen!!

If Fang Ke and Gu Rong were his idols, Mr. Wen would be his idols!The highest level one!

But now, not only the two little idols are pampering this child, but also Mr. Wen, who is very inaccessible in the evaluation of outsiders, treats the child differently.Zhang Dongran couldn't help but looked at Fang Yan several times, the more he looked, the more puzzled he became.

The two in the battle also began to chat.

"Today I ordered all the ingredients from the fresh brand of inkstone. The chef cooked me breakfast and made me eat one more bowl than usual. If I can't eat it anymore, I really want to stop. The food made with Yanyan's ingredients is really delicious."

Fang Yan is very proud: "My vegetables are the best!"

"I heard that it is the inkstone industry? Because you are young, it is only your mother who takes care of it? You made all these ideas yourself?" Mr. Wen asked, and the sunspots under him were also lined up. After five, I ate him one.

Fang Yan’s attention was immediately drawn to the chess game. He wanted to get back a game, but he didn’t have the time to calm down and think about the next step. Hearing the problem of the old man, he was immediately distracted to sell himself. I said the vegetable matter again.

Old man Wen was full of pity: "Oh, it would be nice if I was there at that time." He would be able to meet the child sooner.

It was a pity in his mouth, but there were five more sons in his hand, and he ate another white son of Fang Yan.

Fang Yan was so anxious that he scratched his head and closed his mouth without answering a word, thinking seriously about what to do next.

Old man Wen smiled and interrupted his thoughts again: "The dishes of the inkstone are so delicious, don't you consider opening a restaurant?"

"Restaurant?" Fang Yan raised his head, with an expression of'you are too weak', and sighed old-fashionedly: "My mother said that if we open a restaurant, we won't make money."

He was convinced of what his mother had just made up to deal with him.

Zhang Dongran, who was sitting on the side, couldn't help it anymore, and interrupted: "Can't make money?!"

Fang Yan told him what Fang's mother had said before.

Zhang Dongran almost thought he had heard it wrong.

He was full of disbelief and said: "Do you know how popular your dishes are?! Why don't you make money? Everyone wants to order in large quantities, but your family won't order them!"

"...Huh?" Fang Yan was dumbfounded.

"As far as the quality of your food is concerned, just look for a chef with good cooking skills. Some are popular. You can't sell them. Even if the price is high, everyone is willing to spend money as long as the taste is delicious!" Zhang Dongran is sure Authentic: "Your mother must be bluffing you."

It's impossible for Fang's mother to know such a simple truth.

"My family opened a restaurant. When your fresh food brand was launched before, you wanted to order from your home, but your mother refused." Zhang Dongran regretfully said: "Otherwise, my family's profit would have doubled. That’s it."

Fang Yan was dumbfounded.

The white chess piece'Pata' he was holding in his hand fell on the chessboard, planning the game on the chessboard.

The only thing left in his mind is "Mom lied to him" repeating the cycle.

Mom actually lied to him!!!