Woke up to find herself transmigrated as a small, parentless cannon fodder character in a book. What?! The cannon fodder even had a love-struck brain? How annoying!
When did her, Lu Wensheng&...
Secretary Ma smiled but said nothing. He was in a good mood today anyway, so it didn't matter who treated him. Of course, he would be happy if he could save the money on a meal!
Of course, Meng Qingtang and Han Muchen had no room to make their own decisions. They just stood aside and watched Secretary Ma and Village Chief Li exchange witticisms, sighing in their hearts:
Oh! If I had known earlier, I would have gone to the train station with Shengsheng. It would have been more comfortable...
Lu Wensheng and Chen Cheng did not go directly to the train station. It was still early for the train to depart, so the two of them discussed it and went to Wu Laoxian's house.
"Grandpa, open the door!"
Lu Wensheng was banging on the door outside. Wu Laoxianer and Wu Xie were cooking at home. When Wu Xie heard Lu Wensheng's voice, he quickly put down the work in his hands and went to open the door.
Wu Laoxian'er wisely increased the two-person portion of rice to three-person portions, and after seeing that there was another Chen Cheng outside, she silently added two more portions...
There’s nothing I can do, Chen Cheng is a good-for-nothing!
"Why are you here at this time?" Wu Xie asked casually, looking at the two of them happily.
Lu Wensheng replied: "Well, I came to attend a commendation meeting and happened to send my uncle to take the train. Is the meal ready? I'm hungry."
Wu Xie let the man into the house and replied: "I'm working on it, wait a moment."
Lu Wensheng nodded, took out the snacks that Shen Lingling brought and ate them, saying as he ate: "By the way, Uncle Xiaoxie, is my stick ready? If it's ready, let me take it."
Wu Xie got up and went to his room to take out the Shaolin stick and handed it to Chen Cheng: "Well, my father polished it for a long time, you can try it and feel it."
Chen Cheng took it and performed a set of stick techniques: "Not bad, it's worthy of being an ancestral skill. Master Xian'er is truly extraordinary!" He looked at the stick carefully and couldn't let it go.
Lu Wensheng was very happy to see that he liked it: "As long as my uncle likes it! Lingling sewed a cover for you, it's in your bag."
"good!"