Chapter 254： Yan Mingshun's lie

Early the next morning, Yan Mingshun came over. He came to convey that Mr. Yan agreed to be the middle man. Wu Zhengsi was very happy. He originally wanted to trouble the principal, but it would be better if Mr. Yan could agree.

"Mingshun thanked Mr. Yan for me, I really bothered his old man." Wu Zhengsi smiled.

Yan Ming replied respectfully and respectfully: "Mr. Wu, you are very kind, my grandfather said that it is a great event to get married, he is fortunate to be a middle-aged person and can follow him, and he couldn't be more happy, and my grandfather also likes it very much. Meimei, the old man said that Meimei has spiritual energy, and it will definitely be promising in the future."

Yan Mingshun, who was lying, didn't change his face or heartbeat. He couldn't be more calm. The first words were polite, but the second sentence was his selfishness. Thinking that it would be good to help that silly girl, Wu Zhengsi always respected his grandfather. The words of the old man should be thoughtful.

Wu Zhengsi's expression moved slightly, Yan Mingshun guessed right, the words of Mr. Yan did have a great influence on him. The old man is a veteran of No. 1 Middle School, and his vision is very good. He said that his eyebrows are promising. Naturally, he is not. It would be wrong, it seems he had to think about it.

Wu Mei was cooking breakfast in the corridor, He Biyun didn't get up, she said that she was not feeling well, and Wu Yue also said that she was not feeling well, and they were all lying on the bed. She wanted to rush to see the house, so she did it herself, and heard Yan Mingshun's words , but made her laugh, and her eyes crooked with laughter.

"Brother Mingshun is having breakfast at my house? The noodles I cook are delicious." Wu Mei looked at Yan Mingshun eagerly, trying to express her gratitude.

Wu Zhengsi followed with a smile and said, "Mei Mei's noodles are really delicious, Ming Shun, you must have not had breakfast yet, sit down and eat together."

Yan Mingshun never liked eating at other people's houses, he wanted to refuse, but when he saw the little girl's black eyes like a puppy, he changed his words immediately, nodded and said, "Then I'm welcome, I'll try it too. Taste the craftsmanship of eyebrows."

Wu Mei heaved a sigh of relief and said happily, "Brother Ming Shun, just wait a moment, you'll be fine soon!"

She happily ran to the stove, her hands and feet were very quick, and after a while, she cooked three bowls of noodles. On top of each bowl lay two golden poached eggs, embellished with green chopped green onions, and the rich aroma of sesame oil hooked people. His stomach growled, Yan Mingshun raised his eyebrows in surprise, this silly girl has good cooking skills!

"The taste is really good, Mr. Wu, you have a good taste."

Yan Mingshun took a bite of the noodles, the color, aroma and taste were all together. He gave a thumbs up and sincerely praised. Wu Mei, who had been holding his heart, was immediately relieved, smiling like a flower, and ate the noodles with peace of mind.

Wu Zhengsi is also very satisfied, the young daughter's good craftsmanship has made him a long face.

He Biyun, who was lying in the room pretending to be sick, listened to the chirping sounds of eating noodles outside, as well as the aroma that came in through the crack of the door, which made her mouth drool, and she cried out with hunger.

They are all black-hearted, and no one cooks bowls of noodles for her sick number, and Yueyue, who has not eaten at this moment, the dead girl's conscience is let the dog eat it.

"Dad, white porridge is boiled on the stove, and I will give it to my mother and sister for a while. The book says that it is best to drink white porridge when you are not healthy."

Wu Mei was secretly proud that the white porridge she boiled was real porridge, only a handful of rice was added, and the rest was all water, which would definitely allow He Biyun and Wu Yue to go to the toilet ten times a day.

Hmph, aren't you pretending to be sick, let her honor you well! Eight zero sweet wife