Chapter 51： 51. Who knew that roasted sweet potatoes are not as good as lunch?

Chapter 51 51. Who knew that roasted sweet potatoes would be better on the plate?

Looking up into U8.

Yang Hao was immediately shocked when he saw Xu Meizhu's message. It only took him three minutes to send the message!

As a result, this is the end of the job!

His original intention was to say hello in advance, because most stores require departures one month in advance.

I didn’t expect Xu Meizhu to be so efficient.

“Enjoy this weekend and start working next week.”

The 10 million special funds provided by the system welfare for opening a store have been received. Since Xu Meizhu has regained her freedom so quickly, she has just been put in charge of the store decoration. The 300-square-meter store decoration is not a small project, and someone must keep an eye on the whole process. There is also a lot of preparation work before the new store opens.

Xu Meizhu quickly replied with an "OK" emoticon without even asking what Yang Hao asked her to do.

This silly girl is not afraid that I will sell her.

Yang Hao smiled, this feeling of being trusted was still good.

What he didn't know was that Xu Meizhu was already mentally prepared to accompany him in setting up a stall selling pancakes, so she didn't care at all what kind of job Yang Hao was going to arrange for her. The worst thing she could do was set up a roadside stall.

A thousand miles begins with a single step.

It will definitely get better and better, she believes in Brother Hao!

The party has been finalized, and Xixi is about to finish school.

Yang Hao got off the car and walked to the entrance of the kindergarten.

Seeing him appear, Zhang Guilan immediately approached him with a smile on her face: "Xiao Yang, I heard that you and Yingying get along very well!"

“Why did you say it was inappropriate before?”

"Well?"

Yang Hao was slightly startled: "Aunt Zhang, who said we get along well?"

“Yingying, she said she is very satisfied with you.”

Zhang Guilan said with a smile: "Xiao Yang, Yingying is young and is getting married for the first time. After this marriage, I might be able to give birth to a fat boy for you. By then, you will have a son and a daughter!"

Yang Hao was ashamed. He and Zhao Yingying only met once. How could they talk about getting married and having children?

“Aunt Zhang, I just got divorced and I really never thought about getting married so soon.”

“And Yingying and I are just ordinary friends. You may have misunderstood!”

Yang Hao quickly clarified his relationship with Zhao Yingying, which was related to his innocence as an old divorced man.

“Xiao Yang, I’m not talking about you!”

"Why did you choose her? Auntie introduced Yingying to you because of your good character. You must seize the opportunity!"

Seeing Yang Hao's attitude, Zhang Guilan was a little anxious. Yang Hao knew that this enthusiastic Aunt Zhang also had good intentions. It would be really difficult for an old man who was divorced and raised a child to marry a young, beautiful and first-marriage girl like Zhao Yingying. .

But the problem is, this time and the other time.

The information that Zhang Guilan has grasped has lagged behind. Yang Hao is now thirty years old in Hedong and thirty years in Hexi. Don't be fooled by the middle-aged poor!

If he had a rank, he would be considered a king among the group of divorced old men!

“By the way, Xiao Yang, you own a house, right?”

Zhang Guilan asked again.

“Uh, yes.”

Yang Hao nodded. If the other person had asked this question yesterday, his answer would still be negative.

“How big is the area?”

“Aunt Zhang, which one are you asking about?”

Yang Hao now owns two houses, one with more than 60 square meters and the other with more than 600 square meters.

“Xiao Yang, you don’t have just one house?”

Zhang Guilan had never talked about a house with Yang Hao before. In her subconscious mind, Yang Hao, who was divorced and had a baby, should at least have a house. She didn't expect that there would be unexpected gains.

“Well, there are two sets.”

Yang Hao replied truthfully.

“How many square meters are they?” Zhang Guilan asked curiously.

“A set of 65 square meters.”

“Two bedrooms?” Zhang Guilan interjected.

"yes."

Zhang Guilan nodded slightly: "It's a little small, but it's enough to live in. What about another one?"

“688 square meters.”

Yang Haodao.

"six"

“No, how many square meters???”

Zhang Guilan heard that it started with six, and thought it was more than sixty square meters, but the number from Yang Hao's mouth seemed to be six hundred.

“688 square meters!”

Yang Hao repeated with a calm face.

But this time Zhang Guilan was furious: "Xiao Yang, Auntie has always thought that you are a down-to-earth child, how could you still lie to Auntie!"

"Actually, a house of more than sixty square meters is enough to live in!" Zhang Guilan warned again with a serious face: "Don't chat like this in front of Yingying in the future, she will think you are too exaggerated."

“Yes, little brother, this man has to brag for a while and keep it to the margins.”

An old man nearby who was picking up his grandson from school also joined in the conversation.

"Well"

Yang Hao was speechless and could only respond with a wry smile.

MD, no one believes the truth these days.

He just wants to be an honest old man, it’s too difficult!

Fortunately, the children were out of school at this time, successfully diverting the attention of Zhang Guilan and the passers-by.

At a glance, Xixi saw her father, who stood out among the crowd, and waved his little hands excitedly.

This little girl is happiest at two moments every day, one is eating and the other is after school.

He took over Xixi from Jiang Yuqi, but he always felt that the usually friendly teacher Qiqi looked at him a little strangely today, even a little coldly.

But Yang Hao didn’t think much about it. People all have mood swings, especially women’s moods, which are even more elusive. Maybe this teacher Qiqi is not in a good mood today.

“Dad, tomorrow is the parent-child sports meet. Teacher Qiqi said there will be a lot of gifts. We must win!”

After getting in the car, Xixi said expectantly.

“Well, we can definitely win!”

Yang Hao smiled and nodded. He has a long-term foundation of delivering food, and he has been exercising recently, so he feels that his physical condition is very good.

“By the way, Teacher Qiqi will teach you to memorize ancient poems again today!”

"Uh-huh!"

Xixi nodded repeatedly: "Dad, I remember everything this time."

“Then recite one for daddy.”

Yang Hao was looking forward to it, because he noticed that Xi Xi’s big eyes were full of confidence, and he must have really memorized it.

"OK."

Xixi nodded, and then started today's poetry memorizing time.

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“Li Shen of Tang Dynasty”

“It’s noon on the day of hoeing, and the sweat is dripping from the soil.”

The little girl’s voice was soft and waxy, and she could recite the first two sentences very smoothly.

Old father Yang Hao nodded slightly, feeling quite pleased, with a soft light in his eyes.

I’ve made progress, and finally I don’t have an iron pot to stew a goose or anything like that.

Then, he listened and continued to recite: "Who knows what's on the plate?"

“Who knows what’s on the plate?”

The little girl got stuck at this point. She raised her little head and thought about it seriously, then her eyes lit up and she said loudly: "Who knew that roasted sweet potatoes are not as good as a plate of lunch!"

Yang Hao's hand holding the steering wheel shook slightly, and the old father's soft eyes became serious.

“Xixi, are you sure this is what Teacher Qiqi taught you?”

Yang Hao asked with a dark face.

"yes!"

Xixi nodded seriously: "Teacher Qiqi took us to memorize it many times!"

“Don’t you think there’s something wrong with the last sentence?” Yang Hao asked.

“Dad, did I memorize it wrong again?”

Xixi pouted her mouth and looked pitifully at her father who was driving.

"Who knows dishes on the menu, A Journey."

Yang Hao corrected helplessly.

“Oh oh oh, that’s how Teacher Qiqi memorizes it”

Xixi nodded repeatedly, then pouted her lips and complained: "It's all Peng Haoxuan's fault, I can already memorize it!"

“It’s Peng Haoxuan again”

Yang Hao remembered that the goose stewed in an iron pot last time was also made by this boy.

Hmm, my ability to make things up is pretty good. When I grow up, I can go to Qidian and write novels, and maybe even achieve platinum status!

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(End of this chapter)