Granny Wang glanced at the table again and said, "Lan Ping, can you give me some of your braised spareribs? My grandson ate the spareribs you gave him last time and has been complaining about it all day. I made it, his mom made it, and they both said it wasn't tasty. So, I had no choice but to come here with such a thick face."
"So that's what it is?" Zhou Lanping thought it was something else. "Auntie, just wait."
Zhou Lanping went in quickly. She thought that she would not eat it herself and would save the ribs for Dongdong. Adults could do whatever they wanted, but they must not let the children go hungry.
When we arrived at the table, there was already a large bowl of pork ribs on it.
This is.
Zhou Lanping didn't understand what the extra ribs were at first, but she soon realized that they were prepared by Liu Liang for Grandma Wang. She and Grandma Wang had just talked, and the child must have heard it.
"Then I'll give it to Granny Wang?"
Zhou Lanping tried to ask Liu Liang, who was sitting quietly at the table, again. If Liu Liang said no, then she would not give it to her.
"Yeah." Liu Liang responded lightly and continued to eat quietly. In Zhou Lanping's eyes, how could the quiet Liu Liang be so well-behaved and obedient now? How could the child she gave birth to be so lovable?
Those who don't like her pretty daughter really have no taste.
Granny Wang took a large bowl of spare ribs from Zhou Lanping's hand, thanked him profusely, and quickly took it back. She walked very fast, fearing that if she walked too slowly, the spare ribs would get cold.
Although it is a bit embarrassing to snatch food from other people's mouths, for the sake of her grandson, she really has no choice but to be thick-skinned again.
Zhou Lanping shook her head, closed the door and continued to eat. No matter how much she ate from the meal her daughter made, she never felt it was enough. After finishing a big bowl of meal, she felt full and satisfied, not to mention how happy she was in her heart.
"Mom, just wash the dishes. You go read a book."
Zhou Lanping hurriedly rushed to clear the table and wash the dishes, and also sent Liu Jing into the room to study. Now she was still a student, and she didn't have to do anything, just study hard.
Liu Liang did not compete with Zhou Lanping for washing dishes. She really had something to do. She locked herself in the house and almost never came out. Zhou Lanping, as an old mother, was very relieved. She said that her child loved to study, but there was really nothing she could do.
Maybe she didn't know that her studious child was now struggling to thread the needle.
At night, Liu Jing opened her eyes. All the houses were brightly lit and it was also midnight. She gently exhaled, then raised her hands and placed them in front of her eyes.
Sure enough, her breathing technique existed in her meridians. Although she had given the only bit of her technique to the child in the car, she had now practiced some more.
Based on her understanding of Yangxi Gong, it is a method of accumulation. As long as she can practice it and is given enough time, she can practice it to the point where she can do it at will.
She gently pushed open the door. Zhou Lanping was still sitting at the table correcting students' homework. It must be said that she was a very responsible teacher. She had been a teacher all her life, but her circumstances had always been bad. When she was young, she was burdened by her husband, and when she was old, she was killed by her daughter. She had never lived for herself, not even for one day.
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