Anmuro was confused, and Ming Jue was also confused.

What? Say it again?

Not to mention that Amuro Toru didn't understand, Ming Jue, who was not prepared, felt a little unresponsive when he heard this.

How many of them are there in "Holding by hand"?

Just when he was about to count it clearly, a crisp voice answered first.

"Four." Miyano Shiho was eating beside him and spoke.

Her tone was calm, as if she had just said something casually, without any joy in answering the question.

Mingyi looked at the little girl who answered the question and was a little surprised. She looked like she didn't like to talk, but she was the fastest reaction.

Didn't you even react if you didn't see your own baby?

"Hey, right!"

A person who is smart is not old, and an old child who is naughty can't stand it even if he gets naughty.

Seeing that someone answered it, he became more and more interested, "Miss is so smart, I'll take you again."

"[I lost something at home today, and I suspected that it was a thief who was secretly stolen. I went to check the surveillance and found that it was a thief who had secretly stolen something.] How many words are there in this sentence?"

How many steals?

Akira repeated this sentence in his mind. Before he could finish it, Miyano Shiho had already given the exact answer.

“Six.”

"Hey! Smart!" Grandpa gave encouragement and praise without hesitation, "The little girl reacted so quickly!"

"Did Amuro count clearly?"

Amuro shook his head with a embarrassed look on his face, "It's a bit difficult..."

He actually counted it clearly, but he just couldn't answer it appropriately, which would make the old man who set the questions feel a stubborn and happy feeling.

He is already very skilled in making people happy or something.

As expected, as soon as he said it was difficult, the old man laughed, "Hahaha, it's right. Don't talk about you, even our own people will find it difficult."

The old man was very excited and said while eating, "Originally, a foreigner came to the martial arts hall to learn martial arts. He was also speaking Xia Yu's dialect, but he always had a foreign accent. Once, he told me about his language level exam, which had such questions in it, which made him difficult...

"I was interested and wanted to see how difficult it was, so I went to read all the questions. Hey, that's really not ordinary difficult!"

Mingjue sweats. He is so old, his curiosity is as strong as a child.

"I just said, Grandpa, why do you have such a tricky question..."

Grandpa smiled mysteriously, "This is not a tricky one. I created a few questions based on these to prepare them. I will test you."

When he heard that there was something, Toru Amuro and Shiba Miyao couldn't help but prick up their ears and prepared to listen to the topic carefully.

【A lama came to the south, carrying a five-pound pound of beef in his hand

There was a mute coming from the north, with a trumpet on his waist

The lama holding a horn in the south is going to exchange for the horn in the north with a horn in the dumb horn in the north

The mute doesn't want to exchange the trumpet for the lama's horn, so the lama insists on changing the trumpet for the mute's trumpet.

The lama swung the horn and smoked the horn and the mute horn. The mute took off the horn and called the lama lifting the horn and lifted the horn and the lama lifted the horn and the

I don’t know if it was the lama holding a horn and pulling a horn, or the lama holding a horn, or the lama holding a horn, or the lama holding a horn,]

"Ask, how many times has [horn] appeared here?"

Amuro Toru:???

Shiho Miyao:???

Mingjue:???

Is this a test for people? Is it intentionally trying to kill people?

Fortunately, the old man didn't tie his tongue. The tongue twister was so smooth that he had practiced it many times at first glance.

Seeing that several people were obviously stumped, the old man comfortably picked up the drink and took a sip. The old god was there, "How about it, can you count it?"

He has tested this question for everyone in the martial arts school, but no one can answer it. The tongue twister in his heart will make him dizzy.

Mingjue scooped a bowl of pork rib soup and put it in front of his grandfather, and said with a compliment: "I haven't heard the topic clearly. Grandpa, would you like to read it again?"

"Where are you? Do you understand?" Mingyi looked at Shiho Miyao and Tomoto Amuro.

The two shook their heads. The tongue twisters made them feel like they were about to tie their tongues. How could they have the energy to count how many trumpets there were?

Mingyi took a sip of the soup and cleared his throat, "Okay, I'll read it again."

This time Mingjue learned his lesson. While grandpa was reciting, he stretched out his fingers to count.

A trumpet appears and a finger is put down, but the words "Tok Lama" are too close to each other, and they become messy as they count.

Looking at Miyao Shiho and Toru Yamuro again, they have given up struggling.

Just listening to my tongue makes me feel like I’m going to be knotted, let alone counting.

Because of this tongue twister, the atmosphere at the dining table was much more relaxed, and Shiho Miyao also relaxed, and the guests and guests had fun in the meal.

There was nothing to do in the afternoon, so I chopped vegetables and made dumplings in Mingjue.

It is not easy to sit still, Miyano Shiho and Toru Amuro, so I want to come and help.

Mingjue simply put the prepared filling in the living room and made dumplings while roasting the fire.

Dumplings are also available in Japan. They were all circulated in the early years and are very popular.

Amuro eats little, but it will also be covered.

It was the first time that Shibo Miyao made dumplings, but it looked very simple.

She learned from Mingjue, took a piece of dough, put the filling on it, and then applied a little water to pinch the sides. She wrapped the dumplings in a one-and-a-half-month shape.

It is a bit different from the lace wrapped in Mingjuan, but it is also dumplings.

Grandpa bought more varieties, including gold ingots, willow leaves, lace, and all kinds.

Shiho Miyao was very interested and studied with his grandfather politely.

She no longer feels at a loss at the beginning. Mingjue's grandfather is very easy to get along with, and he is humorous and funny, without any airs at all, like an old child.

She was very patient in making dumplings, and taught them step by step. Miyano Shiho's learning ability was not average, and he soon became decent.

Small, delicate and white dumplings are placed obediently on the tray, which makes people love it.

Looking at the neatly arranged dumplings on the plate, Shiho Miyao felt a sense of accomplishment.

This sense of accomplishment is different from what results are studied in the laboratory, but it is just as happy.

"Shibo Bao is so good, he looks very talented as a chef!" Ming Jue is not stingy with his praise.

"Yes! The future chef! I have completely learned the essence of me!" Grandpa also started to cheer.

Even Shiho Miyao couldn't help but blush when he was praised so clearly.

Several people were chatting, and laughter came from time to time.

The filling is getting smaller and smaller, and the dumplings in the tray are piled up more and more, and time passes quickly.

Amuro's eyes were curved, and he hadn't felt this relaxed and happy feeling for a long time.

Be with friends, chat, and make dumplings.
Chapter completed!