If you can get rid of a bad guest, everyone is happy.

Zhang's mother immediately came out of the kitchen, wiped her hands, took the small purse she used to buy vegetables and said: "Teacher Su will stay for dinner today! I will go out to buy some vegetables and come back!"

This is really rare.

Su Chunjun has been Miss Yang Er's teacher for half a year, and this is the first time he has received such high-level hospitality. Zhang Ma has always regarded him as a liar, specializing in deceiving the ladies and ladies of this family.

Su Chunjun was flattered: "You are so kind!"

At this time, Zhu Yanshu just opened the door and came in. She was very happy and said as soon as she came in: "Mother Zhang! Go outside and cut half a duck and come back! I won twenty yuan playing cards today!"

Now, I have to have a big meal.

Su Chunjun couldn't help but feel lucky in her heart today!

Zhang Ma was overjoyed when she went out to buy meat and vegetables. Zhu Yanshu then saw Su Chunjun. She was not stingy about having an extra guest for dinner, and enthusiastically asked him to stay and taste the roast duck at the Beijing Hotel. Even Miss Yang Er was there.

I couldn't wait to tell my mother about Su Chunjun's heroic deeds. Su Chunjun's weather-beaten face turned red for the first time.

"It turns out he's here." Zhu Yanshu sighed softly, pulled Yang Yuyan to sit next to him, and gently twisted her little nose: "Little girl, don't have a petty temper.

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Follow her and tell Su Chunjun the cause and effect.

Dong Jifeng is a very unlucky person.

He is a local, but his parents died young, and he was ostracized by his uncle and aunt, so he had to drop out of college and start working early.

But he was too fond of fame and fortune, and unknowingly went astray.

Although Yang Xuhe is not a good person, Zhu Yanshu admires his mind. There are many newspapers on the market now, and there are also many literary people of all kinds. Yang Xuhe can make a name for himself because of his

Only articles praising saints were written. Many marshals came and went in the Nanjing government, but Yang Xuhe was not touched because he could only praise people. Although his writing skills were lacking, because he had such a reputation, every newspaper was willing to publish it.

From time to time, his articles would ask him to write a eulogy on the front page, and even the police would stop visiting.

Of course, Yang Xuhe was scolded for doing this. Some of the more radical newspapers refused to accept his articles. Mr. Yang's life is actually quite poor. After all, a small mansion is not that easy to raise, and so is his lover and son.

It costs money.

But after Yang Xuhe got a new wife, he gained another skill and began to write some advertising articles to praise some young girls, because everyone knew that he married a young and beautiful wife and believed that he was looking for beauty.

With this new income, my wallet gradually became fuller.

Zhu Yanshu heard these gossips from the card table and never told his two daughters to avoid dirtying their ears.

The Dong Jifeng who came today was led astray by Yang Xuhe.

Dong Jifeng was short of money and wanted to become famous through his articles, so the writing style he cultivated was the most popular satirical article nowadays. An old lady selling pancakes on the street would have to satirize the police's inaction, etc.

He always likes to grab a shadow and scold him in order to appear smart.

But there are too many literati who are good at this kind of writing, so Dong Jifeng cannot be seen. If the article cannot be submitted, of course it will not make money.

Dong Jifeng looked around for literary writers who were good at selling articles and learned from them. Finally, he became a disciple of Yang Xuying. During that time, he often came to Yang's house for dinner, and he got to know Zhu.

Yan Shu, mother and daughter.

But not everyone can learn Yang Xuhe’s writing style.

Yang Xuhe did not hide his secrets. He seriously taught Dong Jifeng how to praise people, how to praise people without showing any expression, and how to praise people proactively. For example, if I heard that a new police chief has been appointed? Then do it yourself first

Write an article praising the director's wisdom and prowess. If you hear about one or two cases, all credit will be given to the director. When the newspaper publishes it, the director will be praised. Doesn't that mean you know the author?

Officials in the government come and go, and you don’t have to worry about no one writing. If you write more, and your reputation spreads, people will naturally come to invite you to write, and you will get money for writing.

Dong Jifeng immediately followed the instructions, but if he didn't change his old habit, he would always demote someone when he praised him!

Yang Yuyan couldn't help but interrupt when she heard this: "Is that possible?"

Zhu Yanshu spread his hands: "Of course not! Then he wrote an article and was warned once. If he wrote another article, someone would block the door and beat him!"

This is not a compliment, it is clearly a way to sow discord!

But once she enters the family, she is like a married young daughter-in-law who can no longer be a girl. Dong Jifeng has a serious and persistent character. After learning Yang Xuying's writing style, he can never go back to the past. There is no praise for it.

I learned how to write even those who used to only curse.

Dong Jifeng didn’t know how to write an article at all.

At this time, Yang Xuhe also fell in love, lost interest in teaching students, and pursued love wholeheartedly. Dong Jifeng seemed to be walking halfway up the mountain, unable to go up or down, so he had to stand on the mountainside and blow the cold wind.

Unbearable cold and hunger.

Zhu Yanshu: "He came here before, and I borrowed ten or twenty yuan, just to give him a meal." But I didn't expect that after this man tasted the benefits, he would come here to borrow money and refused to stand on his own.

Yang Yuyan said quickly: "It shows that good people can't do it!"

Zhu Yanshu pointed at her forehead: "Nonsense! How can you not be a good person?"

Yang Yuyan changed her tune: "I'm not a bad person, but I'm not a good person either. Just don't mess with me!"

Zhu Yanshu laughed at her: "Are you going to be a loner? You are about to be born at such a young age!"

When Zhang Ma bought back the meat and vegetables, Yang Yuchan also came back. Seven large plates and eight large bowls were set up on the table. Half a roast duck bought from a Beijing restaurant was placed in the middle, and there was also a plate of braised pork, which was sumptuous.

Incredible!

Su Chunjun hadn't seen meat for a while, and he was drooling so much that he couldn't control it. Before serving it, he was willing to be more modest. When the table was served, he just concentrated on eating. By the end of the meal, there was no trace of meat left on the two plates on the table, and he had eaten them all.

A bright one.

Zhang Ma clicked her tongue: "You eat so cleanly! I thought I could eat for a few more days."

Su Chunjun was thick-skinned and pretended that she was not talking about herself.

Zhang Ma pointed to Sang and Huai, turned to Yang Yuyan and said, "I don't see you eating meat usually, why do you eat so much today?"

Yang Yuyan was more than shrewd but not sober. She really thought she was talking about herself, so she immediately retorted: "With all the people at the table, I am not the only one eating."

Su Chunjun couldn't help but laugh. The more he looked at his student, the more he fell in love with him.

After the meal, it was natural for Su Chunjun to say goodbye. As soon as he stood up, Miss Yang Yuchan said, "Mr. Su, please sit down and have a cup of tea."

Su Chunjun thought he was being polite, he had already skipped a meal and it was time to leave.

"No, no," he said, "I have to go back and light the stove, otherwise it will be freezing at night."

Yang Yuchan: "There's still time for a cup of tea. You can grab a piece of coal from home and start a fire very quickly."

Su Chunjun was very puzzled, but he sat down calmly. Naturally, he sat with Miss Yang Er and saw that she was holding a biscuit in her hand to chew on.

He doesn't eat regular meals and likes to eat snacks.

Su Chunjun could tell that Miss Yang was afraid that she would have something embarrassing to say today, so she asked him, an outsider, to stay. He must have calculated that Ms. Zhu would not be angry when an outsider was present. It had only been half a year since he moved here, and he already knew Zhu very well.

She is a lady. I heard that even at home, she must be neatly dressed as soon as she leaves the bedroom. She is also strict with her two daughters. The younger daughter refuses to go to school. She has to hire a tutor even if she scrimps on food and clothing. This pretentiousness is definitely

The destitute lady of the world.

The ladylike Ms. Zhu would definitely not get angry in front of him, an outsider and neighbor.

No matter what Miss Yang is going to say later, with his insurance, it will be at least 30% safe.

Su Chunjun was inadvertently used as a bumper. Even if he didn't like it, he couldn't help it. After all, he was short-tongued. But he didn't want to be dragged into it and become an embarrassment. So, he talked to Yang Yuyan next to him.

"This looks like a milk cookie from Uncle Tom's Cake Shop," he said.

Yang Yuyan was very generous and gave him a biscuit box: "Mama Zhang bought this when she bought bread today. Do you want to eat it?"

Su Chunjun shook his head: "I won't eat it." After a pause, he asked deliberately: "Didn't you say you can't eat this cake before?"

Today's cakes are so earthy that of course they cannot be eaten. These are Miss Yang Er's exact words.

Yang Yuyan was startled, and Su Chunjun continued: "Then why are you willing to eat his biscuits now?"

With Miss Yang's temper, she would definitely roll her eyes.

Su Chunjun was confident and waited for Yang Yuyan to get angry.

Unexpectedly, he was wrong this time. Miss Yang Er said: "The biscuits are different."

Be upright and confident, without any guilt.

Su Chunjun laughed all of a sudden. He had a childish temper and would change his words as soon as he was told. There were good reasons.

"What's the difference between biscuits and cakes?" he asked seriously, without looking over there at all.

Yang Yuyan: "The cake is ugly and unpalatable, but the biscuits are pretty good and the ingredients are solid."

She was so sure that Su Chunjun also began to feel that the cookies in this cake shop were really more delicious than cakes.

Just when he wanted to meet again, Yang Yuchan summoned up her courage and said with a trembling voice: "Mom, it's your birthday on the third day of October. My classmates want to treat you to a meal at the Hyatt Regency Hotel."

Zhang Ma was cleaning up in the kitchen, and she couldn't help but poke her head out at this moment.

The living room was silent.

Not to mention Yang Yuyan's eyes moved very quickly, Su Chunjun stretched out her head and took a piece of biscuit, covering her mouth.

Zhu Yanshu put down the tea cup, cleared his throat, and said slowly: "Who is your classmate?"

Yang Yuchan's throat became tight and she whispered, "You are just an ordinary classmate of mine."
To be continued...