MTL - Almighty Dad-Chapter 2 Patriarchal 2

After fainting, Mrs. Han lay on the bed for three days. She was not in a coma for three whole days. Sulk with yourself there.

After getting angry, she comforted herself, the nine sons of a dragon are different, the eldest son is a bit stupid, but he is filial, he is the most filial among the children, and listens to her in everything, thinking of this, her chest is full That breath, on the contrary, loosened up a bit.

"Mom, get up and eat something. The noodles I rolled out for you now have an egg and sesame oil in them. They are delicious."

Han Ze walked in cautiously with a bowl in his hand.

Mrs. Han was lying on her side, and she couldn't help sniffing when she heard her son's words. The strong smell of sesame oil came to her face, and she secretly swallowed. He groaned and protested to her, but she was angry, and her son hadn't apologized to her, and there were no steps to go down, so how could he go down to the ground to find something to eat...

"Mother, don't feel bad, what's the fate of not having a son, God gave me this fate, I don't complain or hate, just accept it naturally, so don't be sad, get up and eat quickly."

Han Ze's expression was not at all forced, and people could tell at a glance that he said so, and he thought so in his heart.

Mrs. Han turned around, looked at the honest and sincere face of her eldest son, and suddenly sat up in frustration. For the sake of harmony in the family, she couldn't possibly confess to him that she had cheated several children with Blind Han back then, and now the eldest son believed in Blind Han so much If so, she is half responsible.

But I also thought, Wu Hongmei gave birth to so many girls and all of them were girls, and even if the eldest son had a son, and Hu Hongmei, the unlucky daughter-in-law, might not give birth to a son. Change your daughter-in-law.

Everything was Wu Hongmei's fault, Mrs. Han secretly said, it's okay for the eldest son to believe in Han Xiazi's words, she has many grandchildren, and it would be good to adopt one for the eldest son in the future.

"Bring me the bowl."

Mrs. Han figured it out, and she wasn't angry anymore. She picked up the bowl and thought about which grandson would be suitable for her eldest son. When the noodles entered her mouth, she couldn't even mention the delicious taste. In short, she didn't think about adoptive grandson any more. thing.

After a few mouthfuls of noodles, Mrs. Han wiped her mouth with unsatisfied enthusiasm. The noodles made by Han Ze are really delicious, even better than those made by the chefs in the restaurants in the town. She wants to eat them again, but her son is a boy. Labor, you can't let him cook in the kitchen every day, it's too ugly.

"Mother, I'll make it for you at night if I like it." Han Ze stroked the back of his head and smiled honestly.

Just as Mrs. Han was about to refuse, the taste of that side was still in her mouth. She smacked her mouth and said hesitantly, "Then, then do it again?"

"Yes, as long as mother likes it, my son can make noodles for mother every day." Han Ze readily agreed, and then carefully asked Mrs. Han, "Mother, are the noodles delicious?"

"Delicious, very delicious, my mother has never eaten such delicious noodles in her life."

Pozi Han couldn't figure out how to let her eat an ordinary bowl of noodles and want to eat it again.

"It's as good as it tastes, as long as it's delicious." Han Ze smiled all over his face, "Mother, the old blind uncle really didn't lie to me. Now I finally know why he said that I have two skillful hands. Look at the noodles I rolled. Others are different."

"..."

Pozi Han thought, can she take back what she just said?

"So, I've decided."

"What to decide?" Mrs. Han suddenly had a bad feeling.

"I'm going to sell noodles in the town, I want to earn money, and I want to buy a house for my daughter in the city." Han Ze vowed, and declared very solemnly: "I want to make a fortune and become a well-off man, and raise my son-in-law as a son."

The premonition came true, Mrs. Han rolled her eyes and felt dizzy again.

Han Ze quickly supported her, and said, "Mom, you can't be so happy, I want to earn money to take you to live in the city."

"It's almost like a pie falling from the sky." Mrs. Han said angrily.

Han Ze's eyes lit up, and he said, "Mom, you can't believe it, can you? But the old blind uncle said so, so he's right. I'm born to be useful, and it's time for me, Han Ze, to flex my muscles and make a fortune." It's time."

Mrs. Han snorted secretly, "Old Blind Uncle, Old Blind Uncle, those who didn't know thought you were Han Laoxia's son."

"Mother, you can rest at home, I also made a bowl of noodles for the old blind uncle, and I have to serve it to him." He walked out without waiting for Mrs. Han's consent.

"God, what crime have I done!" Mrs. Han lay on the bed and stared at the roof blankly.

She has never been so aggrieved since she sent her in-laws to the ground, but the one who made her aggrieved was the honest, filial and honest elder son. She used to be so proud of the older son's honest and filial piety, but now she hates his son's honest and filial piety. Can't you be smarter?

After being sold, you have to help count the money, which is as stupid as a pig.

...

Han Lao blindly drank the last drop of soup in the bowl, especially not satisfying, licking his lips...

"How is old blind uncle?" Han Ze stretched his neck and asked expectantly.

Hearing the eagerness in Han Ze's words, Mr. Han raised his brows blindly, and he withdrew his compliments, and said instead: "It's so-so, why don't you make another bowl for me to taste, maybe your skills will improve." Woolen cloth?"

Han Ze pointed at Han Laoxia and laughed, and said, "You said you, old blind uncle, are so accurate in fortune-telling, why would you lie to me because of a stutter, if you want to eat the noodles I made, just say so. My mother ate this noodles at home, and she said it was delicious."

"..."

Han Ze didn't care about the old blind man's reaction, and continued: "Old blind uncle, I just came to ask you for an idea, how much do you think I should sell for one piece?"

How much is a suitable amount?

Mr. Han touched his chin blindly: "It can't be expensive, no one will buy it if it is expensive."

"Uncle Blind, just talk about the noodles I made. Have you ever tasted this taste in other places?" Han Ze is very confident in his craftsmanship, so why no one buys it.

"Definitely not." Han Lao was thinking blindly that Han Ze should not set the price of noodles higher, otherwise he would not be able to eat them, so he subconsciously answered his words without paying attention, and only realized what he said after he finished speaking, and secretly shouted that he would be punished. .

"Look, old blind uncle, you also said that you have never eaten such delicious noodles?" Han Ze's simple and honest face was full of pride at the moment, "Everything is picked up and bought, and the food is the same. I must know which one is delicious. Which one to choose, why would no one buy it, Old Blind Uncle, I know you like to eat my noodles, I am afraid that the noodles are too expensive and you can’t afford them, don’t worry, I will not charge you for noodles whenever you come to eat noodles from now on.”

"Really?" Han Laoxia felt that the pie had fallen from the sky, and asked uncertainly.

"Old blind uncle, don't you still believe me?" Han Ze said with a smile, "When will I stop talking?"

It is true.

Han Laoxia thought for a while and corrected his attitude, and he said that this kid is not stupid: "Han Ze, since you are so sincere, please say something more, the taste of your noodles is as good as that of the chef in the provincial city hotel. I can’t even make it, and they sell several yuan for a piece of noodles, and the noodles you make are better than others, how much do you think should be sold?”

"How much should I sell?" Han Ze looked at him eagerly.

Han Laoxia stretched out his index fingers and made a sign of the cross.

"Ten dollars?"

Han Laoyan nodded pretending to be profound.

"It's too expensive, who can afford it?" Han Ze frowned.

Han Laoxia just wanted to say that ten yuan is expensive, and eight yuan and six yuan are fine, Han Ze said again: "However, I believe what old blind uncle said, you said that the noodles I made can be sold for ten yuan, and I can definitely sell them." Ten yuan, who told me to make delicious noodles."

Han Laoxia: "..."

If my words of emotion reach your heart, you just choose to believe them. If you can’t tell your heart, I lied to you on purpose.

No wonder I lied to you that you don't have a son, why do you believe it so much? I once thought that the fortune-telling skills I inherited from my ancestors were really accurate.

Cursing secretly, brat, it's strange to say that you are so generous, let me take the blame for you!