36

Lin Wuyu felt that both muscles on his back were almost broken, so he stopped his body from dodging back reflexively because of Ding Ji's sudden hug.

It took another thousandth of a second of hesitation. Before Ding Ji felt embarrassed, he reached out and hugged him, and patted him lightly twice on his back: "You're welcome."

Ding Ji sighed and let go of his arm: "You are too polite, aren't you?"

"Thank you first said," said Lin Wuyu.

"Your skill in making plasticine is obvious at first glance, which can be broken into a pot of dumplings," Ding Ji looked at the little black chicken in his palm, "It's not easy to pinch it out in just a few days... I'll remind you that you can almost guess what it is."

"Are you praising or losing?" Lin Wuyu looked at him.

"I want to praise you but can't help but lose it," Ding Ji smiled, "It's really... it's so ugly. If you rub a dough, it's not a polygon, right?"

"Then you change it." Lin Wuyu smiled.

"No," Ding Ji said, "If you change it, it's not what you did. I'll let my grandma take a look."

Ding Ji went to the kitchen with the plasticine chicken, and then Lin Wuyu heard grandma's laughter.

"Oh, little fairy's craft," grandma laughed and shouted, "Teacher Ding, can you tell what this is?"

"Sesame dumplings?" said grandpa.

Lin Wuyu couldn't help but laughed in the house.

"It's a chicken! I didn't expect it!" Grandma was very proud.

When Lin Wuyu walked to the living room with a smile, she added: "Look, it's still a black chicken."

Ding Ji burst into laughter in an instant, and he directly covered his stomach and fell on the sofa.

Lin Wuyu couldn't control her smile, and sat on the armrest of the sofa, laughing so hard that tears came out, and she lowered her head and wiped her eyes.

"Oh..." Ding Ji smiled for a long time, finally recovered a little. When he slowly sat up, his face turned red. He leaned over to Lin Wuyu and whispered, "Well, my grandma didn't mean to laugh at you..."

"I know." Lin Wuyu couldn't help laughing for a while after saying that.

"I have a question," Ding Ji looked at the little black chicken, "You said you can give me chickens and give them one by one. I won't bother with you anymore. I just want to ask why it is black?"

"I think it's so dark... it's a little cooler," said Lin Wuyu, "Aren't you a fake bully in the small square?"

"What domineer?" Ding Ji asked.

"A bully in the small square." Lin Wuyu corrected his statement.

"...If you are fake, just fake, I won't bother with you," Ding Ji waved his hand and walked towards his room with the little black chicken. "The red one is the cockscomb, and the yellow one is the chicken's mouth, right?"

"Yes." Lin Wuyu followed him.

"Where are these two small green lumps?" Ding Ji entered the house and placed the black chicken next to the serious little mud chicken. In comparison, he could have guessed that it was a plasticine chicken that was black chicken, but no trace of it was found as a chicken again.

"Wings or...eyes." Lin Wuyu looked in the room and did not see the small bookshelf made by Ding Ji.

"Can these two be shared?" Ding Ji was a little surprised.

"I originally wanted to make wings, but I put them too close. And if I do the eyes up, it's too crowded, and I can't pull them down," Lin Wuyu gestured for a moment, "so I just used them. Anyway, it's just a circle, the body and the head share, and of course the eyes and wings can also be shared."

"Okay, it's really reasonable," Ding Ji nodded, "Did you look at the bookshelf? It's done."

"Okay," said Lin Wuyu, "Where is it?"

"The rooftop is polishing, don't you think I'm going to do the carpentry work in the house, do you?" Ding Ji said.

The small bookshelf was placed in my grandfather's enclosure, and there was also a large parasol tied around it with a rope, with an advertisement for an ice cream printed on it.

"The umbrella is good." Lin Wuyu said.

"The popsicles were delivered to the wholesale site downstairs," Ding Ji went over and carried the small bookshelf to the table, "Look at my skills."

Lin Wuyu walked to the table and reached out to touch the small bookshelf.

This bookshelf is not as strong as the small stool he saw in Ding Ji's house before. The comparison is as strong as the black chicken he made and the serious little mud chicken.

"You..." Lin Wuyu bent down and looked at every detail of the bookshelf carefully, "It's really unexpected."

The shape of the bookshelf is the most ordinary type, with three-layer partitions, but all the wooden edges and corners are round, and it feels smooth and has a thin resistance. The top layer of the back plate also makes a row of wavy shapes.

The most difficult one should be the drawer on the lower level. There will be drawers that Lin Wuyu didn't expect. On the right half of the lower level partition is a small drawer with a lock. When he pulled it out, he saw that the track was just a wooden groove and a fine wooden line, but it was quite smooth when pushing and pulling.

"There is nothing in this drawer. I just think that a light shelf is a bit monotonous." Ding Ji said.

"Is this airs useless?" Lin Wuyu asked.

"Well, but I used glue," Ding Ji said, "The level is not enough, and there are some places where the glue is not stuck, so I keep putting it here to dissipate the smell."

"It smells nothing now." Lin Wuyu bounced his fingers on the shelf twice.

"Do you like it?" Ding Ji asked.

"Don't ask about such nonsense," Lin Wuyu smiled, "Of course I like it. Can I take it away tomorrow?"

"...Don't leave," Ding Ji hesitated a little, "Would it be a little strange if you are alone, carrying a stance?"

"You mean you and your uncle will be strange if you take on the airs?" Lin Wuyu asked.

Ding Ji smiled: "Damn, whatever you want, but there is a little secret above you. You haven't discovered it yet, and I don't know how long it will take to discover it."

"One second." Lin Wuyu picked up the shelf, turned it over, and found a few small characters under the partition on the bottom layer of the shelf.

Little prodigy, a summer of a certain year.

Lin Wuyu only saw the words "Little Ding Ji" on the palm book, and then Ding Ji wrote randomly on the paper when he was telling fortunes. This was the first time he saw the words "Ding Ji wrote seriously."

Surprisingly handsome.

"The word "is good," said Ding Ji, "although it's not as good as yours."

Lin Wuyu glanced at him.

"I read your paper when you were reviewing in the hospital before," said Ding Ji.

"That's all written casually," said Lin Wuyu.

"Don't fly with just one handful!" Ding Ji said, "You can die if you are humble."

"I'm not humble with facts." Lin Wuyu said.

"Okay," Ding Ji raised his thumb at him, "I just like you."

Grandma cooked a large table of dishes, and Lin Wuyu was able to serve dishes with Ding Ji very freely, and she could also talk to her grandparents for a few words, feeling very relaxed.

"It would be great if you two can be in the same school," said grandma, "to take care of each other."

"We are a major," Ding Ji said, "a school may not be able to take care of it. It is as big as a school."

"Take more care for the little gods, and if you have anything to do, please help me," said grandma. "You were dizzy when you were young. The little gods looked like a good boy and couldn't even take a cucumber."

"...Grandma, I won't do it." Lin Wuyu sighed, and a slap of cucumbers, probably letting grandma directly place him in the survival waste.

"Everyone can make money by flying small planes," said grandpa. "Don't talk nonsense if you don't understand."

"What's wrong with flying a small plane? Flying a small plane doesn't mean you can take care of yourself in life!" said grandma, "It's okay to take care of it. Even if Xiaoji doesn't drive the plane, he won't die if you throw him out."

"Yes," Grandpa nodded and agreed, "If you want to say it's useless, it's still Pengpeng."

"That's not." Grandma nodded.

Lin Wuyu laughed. Liu Jinpeng was really in trouble. He was beaten with Ding Ji since he was a child, but he was always trampled.

"You guys are too much," said Ding Ji. "Renpeng Peng is doing well in his class now and earns a lot of money in a month."

"He's not here," said grandma. "I praise him again when he's there. Remember to let him come over for dinner while off duty. Last time I said I wanted to eat oil cakes, but he didn't come even if I bought the noodles!"

"I'll scold him!" Ding Ji said.

"What oil cake?" Although Lin Wuyu was eating pork ribs, he was still a little greedy when he heard about the oil cake.

"The fried oil cake has red bean filling inside," Ding Ji gestured, "It's just a little bit of it. Once it's fried, it can become so big. The skin is crispy and fragrant and soft inside."

"...Oh," Lin Wuyu resisted the urge to swallow his saliva and took a bite of the rice, "Isn't it delicious?"

"It must be delicious," Ding Ji finished speaking, and smiled and leaned over to him and whispered, "It's not difficult to make. Please beg grandma, she can make it for you early tomorrow."

Lin Wuyu hesitated for a moment and was embarrassed to speak.

"It's okay," Ding Ji touched him with his arm, "This is not a bad requirement in our family."

"Grandma." Lin Wuyu called out grandma.

"Hey, what's wrong?" Grandma looked at him.

Lin Wuyu couldn't say it anymore. This is Ding Ji's grandmother, not his grandmother. He and the old lady have never met each other for a few times...

"Oh," Ding Ji slapped the table, "He wants to eat oil cakes! Make it for him tomorrow morning?"

"Okay," said grandma, "It's okay to fry both of you now, it's not trouble, this kid..."

"No, no, no, no, no, no, no," Lin Wuyu was startled and waved his hand quickly, "No, now, this big table of dishes, grandma will fry the oil cakes for me tomorrow morning."

"Okay." Grandma nodded with a smile.

Ding Ji smiled and looked at Lin Wuyu, and said softly: "How is it? Does it feel good to make a request?"
To be continued...