The boxing training in the morning did not take too long. After all, it was an exercise that replaced the morning jog. The intensity and time were naturally limited. After practicing the air strikes, I was covered in sweat. I did not continue to practice the boxing target, so the training ended.
Zhang Weiliang left Li Chenghuan to eat at home, but Li Chenghuan smiled and refused: "I have to go back, my sister is almost up, and my mother can't handle her eating alone."
Zhang Weiliang smiled helplessly: "To be honest, sometimes I envy your father and mother for giving birth to such a good son like you!"
He also has two children. They fight every day. He should stop them. The older one always feels that he is partial to the younger one.
On the other hand, Li Chenghuan, how many good things did this child have to do in his previous life to get such a good son?
Sometimes Zhang Weiliang even felt that Li Chenghuan could take good care of his sister even if Shu Lan and Li Lin'an were not at home.
But after thinking about it, Zhang Weiliang asked: "Are you feeding your sister three meals a day?"
Li Chenghuan shook his head, "No."
Zhang Weiliang nodded slightly, this is normal...
Li Chenghuan continued: "If I cook occasionally, my sister can finish it quickly without me feeding her."
Zhang Weiliang laughed dryly, "Heh... you can also cook?"
Li Chenghuan said modestly: "It's just enough to eat."
Zhang Weiliang laughed dryly twice, then thought of something again, and asked: "By the way, where do you get so much time? You have to study, practice this and that, and take care of your sister. How about your free time to play?"
Li Chenghuan asked with a puzzled look on his face: "Isn't it fun to play with my sister?"
Zhang Weiliang was stunned and blinked: "Uh... is it? It seems so."
He had an idea, yes, Dabao always said that if you take your sister with you, you won't have time to play. If you want to criticize him like this in the future, isn't playing with your sister just for fun?
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After returning home, before Li Chenghuan entered the room, he heard his sister crying.
Li Chenghuan frowned. He just taught her a lesson yesterday, why didn't he remember it well?
However, when he heard it closer, he was slightly startled.
Li Xixia cried aggrievedly: "Mom...it doesn't taste good."
Li Chenghuan walked in. Shu Lan was feeding Li Xixia and she made a bowl of noodles.
Shu Lan coaxed: "Be obedient. If you don't, I will file a complaint against your brother when he comes back! You don't want your brother to be angry, right?"
Li Chenghuan was speechless for a while.
When Li Xixia heard her brother, she lowered her head and muttered in a low voice: "Xiaxia doesn't want my brother to be angry..." Then she opened her mouth again.
Shu Lan took the opportunity to feed Li Xixia another mouthful of noodles.
Li Xixia swallowed it honestly, and then cried even more sadly while swallowing: "Mom...it doesn't taste good!"
Shulan's expression was a little complicated and helpless, "The noodles made by mom are not delicious?"
Li Xixia nodded with tears in her eyes: "Yes!"
At this moment, Li Chenghuan walked over.
Shulan was startled, then breathed a sigh of relief and said, "Son, are you back? Go take a bath first. Mom can take care of the feeding."
Li Chenghuan glanced at the noodles in Shu Lan's bowl. The brown soup was probably made from vinegar or soy sauce, and the noodles had been cooked to pieces.
Li Chenghuan was silent for a while, took a spoon, took a taste, and then sighed slightly.
Seeing Li Chenghuan's expression, Shulan suddenly felt uncomfortable. She knew that her cooking was not delicious, but... was it really that unpleasant?
She actually tasted it just now. Except that the noodles were overcooked, the soy sauce was mistaken for dark soy sauce, and there was a little too much vinegar, it was still pretty good. Is it really that hard to swallow?
Thinking back to when I was raising Li Chenghuan, no matter what I made to eat, the child would eat it up obediently.
Li Xixia looked at Li Chenghuan aggrievedly and cried: "Brother, I want to eat the food you cooked! Please!"
Seeing Li Xixia being so aggrieved, Shu Lan also felt a little sorry. She also looked at Li Chenghuan aggrievedly and said, "Son, otherwise..."
Li Chenghuan smiled: "It's okay, it's the weekend, I have plenty of time."
Because my father went to art training class, there was no need to worry about him.
Li Chenghuan was busy in the kitchen for a while, and when he came out with steamed eggs and freshly baked cakes, Li Xixia's eyes suddenly lit up, and she cheered and clapped.
Li Chenghuan took off his apron and hung it skillfully beside him, then called his mother and sister to come over for dinner.
Seeing this scene, Shulan wanted to cry for no reason.
The unique sensitivity of women made her feel warm. At the same time, she also thought of many things. Such a good son will grow up and marry a wife in the future. At that time, his love will be distributed to his wife. The children of the future...
At that time, she became an old woman.
It seems that not long ago, he had a childish face. How could he become so big so quickly?
This was the first time Shu Lan felt that time went by so fast.
Li Chenghuan said: "Mom, what are you doing standing still? Eat!"
Shu Lan looked at Li Chenghuan, suddenly touched his head and said, "Son, mommy gives you a hug."
Shu Lan was still taller than Li Chenghuan at this time, and he still looked like a child in front of her.
After hearing Shu Lan's incomprehensible words, Li Chenghuan was slightly stunned and said with some embarrassment: "Mom...what's wrong."
Shu Lan hugged Li Chenghuan, wiped the corners of her eyes gently, and said with a smile: "It's nothing, I'm just a little happy."
Li Xixia blinked her bright and clear eyes at the side, then covered her mouth and let out a burst of laughter.
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After the morning, Li Chenghuan came to the County Cultural Palace next to the school according to the prescribed time.
This cultural palace has two functions. One is to display some cultural products of the county, and the other is to hold some cultural and recreational activities in the county.
There is a large lecture hall in the Palace of Culture, which is the venue for the competition today.
The full name of this calligraphy competition is "Qinghe County Youth Calligraphy Competition". The age of contestants is limited to 14 years old, and each school can only recommend two.
Their school recommended the son of himself and the director of the Education Bureau. One was for the school’s reputation, the other was for worldliness.
Li Chenghuan naturally met the conditions. He glanced around and saw more than a dozen contestants, most of whom were teenagers around his age.
The judges in the audience are all cultural celebrities in the county. Qinghe County not only has a good sports atmosphere, but also has a good cultural atmosphere. It has produced many calligraphers and painters.
The competition has uniform rice paper, brushes and ink. Before the competition starts, you have to grind the ink yourself.
Grinding ink has many advantages compared to ink, such as better-looking color, less glue, smooth brushing, no odor, and the more it is placed, the better it looks. The particles are extremely small and can penetrate into the paper structure, making it easier to preserve. However, the disadvantage is that it is easy to use. Troublesome, and also requires grinding techniques.
However, this is also part of the game!
Li Chenghuan began to grind the ink patiently, when a curious voice came from next to him.
"Are you Li Chenghuan?"
