Mrs. Wang glanced at the table again, "Lan Ping, can you give my aunt some of your braised ribs? My grandson ate the ribs you gave last time. It's been a whole day. I made them and his mother made them. They all said they were not delicious. If not, my aunt can only come over shamelessly."
"So it's this?" Zhou Lanping thought it was something. "Aunt, wait first."
Zhou Lanping hurried in. She thought she would stop eating and save the ribs for Dongdong's child. Adults can do anything, but they must not let the child be hungry.
When he arrived at the table, a large bowl of ribs had been placed on the table.
This is.
Zhou Lanping didn't understand what the extra ribs were at first? But she soon thought that Liu Liang had prepared it for Grandma Wang. She had just talked with Grandma Wang. I think the child heard it.
"Then I'll give it to Grandma Wang?"
Zhou Lanping tried to ask Liu Liang, who sat quietly at the table. If Liu Liang said no, she wouldn't give it.
"Well." Liu Liang answered lightly and continued to eat quietly. In Zhou Lanping's eyes, how can the quiet Liu Liang be so good and obedient? How can her cub be so cute.
Those who don't like her beautiful family really have no eyes.
Mother-in-law Wang took a large bowl of spareribs from Zhou Lanping's hand and quickly carried them back. Her feet also walked quickly. She was afraid that if she walked slowly for a while, the spareribs would be cold.
Although it's a shame to steal food from others' mouths, she has no choice but to be thick skinned again for the sake of her grandson.
Zhou Lanping shook her head, then closed the door and continued to eat. No matter how much she ate, she felt that she didn't eat enough. A large bowl of rice was eaten. She was full and satisfied, not to mention how happy she was in her heart.
"Mom, just wash the dishes. Go and read."
Zhou Lanping hurriedly cleaned up the table and washed the dishes. She also rushed Liu Liang to the room to study. Now she is still a student and doesn't have to do anything. Just study hard.
Liu Liang didn't rush to wash the dishes with Zhou Lanping. She really had something to do. She closed herself in the house. At this level, she almost didn't come out. Zhou Lanping, an old mother, was very pleased. She said that children love learning, and there was really no way.
Maybe she doesn't know that her child who loves learning is laboriously threading a needle now.
At night, Liu Liang opened her eyes. At this time, thousands of lights were bright. It was also a third of the night. She gently spit out a mouthful of turbidity, then raised her hand and put it in front of her eyes.
Sure enough, her breathing skills exist in the context. Although she gave the child the only skill in the car, now she has practiced some.
With her understanding of the breathing skill, this is a practice of accumulation. As long as she can practice it and give her enough time, she can practice it to the time when she wants to do what she wants.
Gently, she opened the door. Zhou Lanping was still sitting at the table correcting the students' homework. I have to say that she was a very responsible teacher. She was also a teacher all her life, but her situation was always bad. When she was young, she was tired by her husband, but when she was old, she was killed by her daughter. She never lived for herself, even for one day.