Chapter 440： Two stinky chess baskets fighting a war of words

"Stay on the side, be optimistic, if you play chess like this, I teach you so much, and it's all in the dog's stomach."

Gu Ye yanked Dabao away, he had to save face, just like the old man's stinky chess basket, he could win 18 games in a row, and the old man didn't even have time to catch his breath.

The old man snorted coldly, "If you're not good enough, don't blame your apprentice."

"Come on, see the real chapter under chess, and see who it is!"

"Come here, I'm still afraid of you? Dabao, look good, you have to play chess like your grandfather, don't learn some stinky chess baskets, your skills are not good, and your voice is quite loud."

"Dabao, listen carefully, you should stop talking nonsense when playing chess. The real masters don't talk. They will kill the opponent with a few moves, just like me."

Like the cross-eyed chickens, the father and son ran against each other. Dabao, who was caught in the middle, simply didn't help either side. He watched chess with his arms in his arms.

Really, it's too bad, I can't beat him.

He worked so hard just now to lose a few games, and he was exhausted.

Chu Qiao in the kitchen heard the angry bickering between the father and son, and couldn't help laughing knowingly. An awkward old man and an even more awkward son don't expect to live in harmony. In fact, both father and son are not good at it. People who express their feelings are bored in their hearts and do not communicate with each other. Over time, there will be more and more misunderstandings and deeper conflicts.

"time to eat!"

Chu Qiao screamed, and Dabao hurried over to serve the dishes.

"Who among them won?" Chu Qiao asked in a low voice.

Dabao's eyes became indescribable, and he whispered, "I didn't win."

It's obvious that life and death can be determined several times, but these two people can just go around and start killing again. Dabao is really upset when he sees it, and he can't help but watch it. It's... very uncomfortable.

It's really amazing to be able to play chess at this level.

Uncle Gu is indeed the son of the great grandfather, and he stinks even at chess.

Chu Qiao couldn't help laughing, she knew that Dabao was very good at playing chess, and he even joined the chess club in the school. It seemed that Gu Ye and the old man were not good enough, and they all had loud voices.

"This chessboard is set, continue after eating, hum, I will definitely kill you without leaving a piece of armor!"

"Bragging without capital, just put it like this, and let you know what the real killer move is in a while!"

The father and son fought again, blushing and thick necks, and carefully moved the shattered game of chess to the coffee table. After eating, they continued to work. After this 'fight', the atmosphere between father and son eased. A lot, not as awkward as before.

Dabao walked over to watch the game of chess, sighed, and felt even more stunned. Obviously, he could kill Grandpa's general with one move, but Uncle Gu couldn't see that Grandpa could also kill Uncle Gu's marshal. can not see.

It was as if on the battlefield, the soldiers on both sides held up their horns and banged gongs and drums to scold.

After eating, the old man shouted to continue playing chess, Lin Yulan said dissatisfied: "To make dumplings at night, you all have to work."

"You pack first, and then come pack after the game of chess is over." The old man was not happy, he wasn't satisfied yet.

It is rare to be on a par with the stinky boy, he has to kill the stinky boy's prestige.

"Let me come and make the dough, and I'll settle it right away." Gu Ye was not happy either, he must put out the old man's arrogance today.

"Wait for you to get down, it's dawn!"

Lin Yulan was sulking, but she was mild-tempered and couldn't say anything serious, so she could only prepare the fillings by herself. Chu Qiao saw that the father and son were playing chess in a serious manner, their mouths hadn't stopped, and the war of words was lively. Son, I'm afraid it won't finish until dawn.

Half an hour passed in the blink of an eye, and the endgame was not over yet. Although Chu Qiao didn't understand chess, he felt something was wrong.

"Dabao, you go have a look and let them hurry up!"

Chu Qiao called Dabao and asked him to give some pointers.

"Oh!"

In fact, Dabao couldn't hold back, he was waiting for his aunt's instructions. He ran over and saw the endgame, and it became more and more vibrant. This level... It's really amazing.

"Grandpa, you go this way, Uncle Gu, you go this way..."

Dabao commanded in a few words, and the battle was over within three minutes. He easily ate Gu Ye's Marshal, and the old man won.

But the old man was not happy at all, and said angrily: "A real gentleman, Dabao, it's not good for you to be like this."

"Your hands are itchy, I was about to win, why are you messing around?"

Gu Ye was also very angry, and shot a few chestnuts on Dabao's head.

The treasure inside and outside is not a human being. He hugged his head and walked away in grievance.

"Come on!"

Gu Ye rolled up his sleeves and did it. He wanted to wash his shame with blood, but before he even started, his ears were grabbed.

"Come on, don't come and make noodles again, I'll smear your face with flour, and hurry up to work!"

Chu Qiao grabbed this guy and went to work. She understood that they were both stinky chess baskets, even Dabao was inferior.

The old man looked at his unpromising son with contempt, and even the woman refused to accept it, a useless thing.

"Why are you still sitting? Come and roll the dough!"

Lin Yulan also came over and threw a rolling pin and an apron to the old man.

The old man got up angrily, went to wash his hands, and started rolling out the skin. He was quite proud to think that this family can’t do without him, and he can’t even make dumplings. He didn't even bother to watch.

The family formed a group and made dumplings happily. Dabao and Xiaobao also came to join in the fun. Chu Qiao washed their hands for them. What, you have to cultivate children's hands-on ability from an early age.

"Eat the dumplings made by yourself. These dumplings will be boiled for you to eat later. Don't waste them."

Chu Qiao pointed to the dumplings made by the two children and said that they were all separated. Xiaobao was quite creative and made all kinds of animal shapes. Dabao simply kneaded them into lumps, not ugly.

"Okay, I want to eat piggy pig." Xiaobao clapped his hands happily, and asked Chu Qiao to cook it now, he wanted to eat it.

"Xiaobao~ I'll give you mine too."

Dabao disliked the dumplings he made. He was ugly. He wanted to eat dumplings made by his aunt and great grandmother. Xiaobao nodded. He could help his brother eat them.

Chu Qiao patted Dabao's head lightly, "I make it myself and eat it myself, don't give it to others!"

She pointed to a few other ugly dumplings, made by Gu Ye, and said, "These are also cooked for your Uncle Gu to eat. You are not allowed to violate the rules."

"Oh!"

Dabao replied sullenly, but seeing that Uncle Gu's dumplings were uglier than the ones he made, he felt much more comfortable.

Although there was some turmoil on New Year's Eve, I still had a very happy time. The next day was New Year's Eve. Early in the morning, the old man got up and set off a gun battle. Have fun.

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I won't update it in the early morning. I'm ready for the New Year. I'll update it at night.