It was difficult for Qi Zhihuan to understand why a little girl didn’t like others, so she immediately asked, “Why?”

"Many people are very bitter and revengeful." Wonton muttered, "I have a friend named Tudou who studies very well and is one grade higher than me. I think he has studied very well, but he is still working hard to do the questions because he has to go to a good school and he can only come out to play for one day a year. I feel very uncomfortable."

"Hmm?" Qi Zhihuan's eyebrows tightened and said to the cadre next to him, "Is it not that quality education, has the burden been reduced? Why can a primary school student only take a day off a year?"

"This... this is an occasional situation. It's a bit too exaggerating to take a day off a year." The cadre was sweating profusely, "Some families themselves have higher requirements, so there is nothing they can do about this."

"And there is also a friend named Xia Luo, who is fiddling with the nutritional express line. "She doesn't study much, but she is even more tired. She has to change clothes, dance, and record videos every day because she wants to be a star."

"The wind of misery." Qi Zhihuan shook his head and said, "How old is she?"

"Same as me."

"It's outrageous!" Qi Zhihuan looked at Willon, "Don't go to school? Just record the video?"

"Her mother said, what's going to school? In the end, it's not about relationships. It's better to rely on face early."

"What a bullshit!" Qi Zhihuan looked at the cadres angrily, "The social atmosphere is like this now?"

The cadre became even more panicked and said in a hoarse voice: "Individual phenomena, individual phenomena."

"You guys, when I ask you, everything is good." Qi Zhihuan said and pointed at Willon again, "Listen to what the masses said, nothing is good. You are better than a child if you report good news or bad news all day long."

The cadres are innocent.

My fucking old cadre bureau is visiting old comrades, it really doesn't matter to me.

Qi Zhihuan's qi burst out without realizing it, and he waved his arm to Wonton: "What else is there? Any unhappy people? Tell my grandfather all of them, boldly say, Grandpa, go and find a way."

"Well...and..." Willon suddenly looked at Qi Zhihuan again, "and you, Nutrition Grandpa."

"I?"

"You are also very unhappy..." Willon seemed to know that he didn't respect this, but he still said, "I'm not satisfied with this and that person all day long. I just thought about eating, and I shouted it's so delicious when I eat every day."

When Qi Zhihuan heard this, his old face turned red: "Call... you need to use your mouth, kid."

"It's so fragrant that you can shout with your expression."

"Oh, this..." Qi Zhihuan couldn't help but rub his mouth.

The cadres next to him couldn't help laughing out loud.

"Hmm?!" Qi Zhihuan glared at him with a red face.

"I...I'll go to the bathroom and you can chat slowly." The cadre quickly left.

Qi Zhihuan then sighed and asked, "Why am I unhappy?"

Donton tried his best to describe: "That's right, I'm very dissatisfied and can't do anything, that feeling."

"Oh..." Qi Zhihuan looked at the lake and sighed, "Nonton, you are right, this is the greatest sorrow in life..."

He said, and waved his hands repeatedly: "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have said this, you're too young."

"Tonton is not small." Wonton tightened the bottle with a little angrily and stood up, "Tontonton wants to play with the store manager, but Tonton knows that the store manager is very busy and cannot disturb him. Tonton just play with it by himself. Tontonton knows that the store manager will come after he finishes his work, so don't be angry."

"I'm not angry?"

"Hmph, don't be angry."

"Look at grandpa." Qi Zhihuan suddenly covered his face.

"Um?"

Qi Zhihuan suddenly opened his hand and made a face: "Wow!"

Then he covered his face again, opened his hand and made a face: "Wow!"

Wonton looked disdainful: "This is played by a three-year-old child..."

"Ah..." Qi Zhihuan scratched his head, "Then what do you want to play?"

"Can I... touch my grandfather's bald head?"

"This..." Qi Zhihuan fell into great trouble and looked back. The cadres were walking away. After making a lot of determination, he said, "Touch."

"Hahaha." Willon rushed up instantly and touched the big bald head, "So smooth."

Qi Zhihuan didn't expect that the soft and tender little hand would feel a little... good to touch the bald head.

After touching Wanton, he got tired of touching it, but Qi Zhihuan was still a little impressed: "Why don't you touch it?"

After looking around, wonton soon saw the bicycle: "I want to ride a bicycle."

"Okay, Grandpa will take you."

"Dontons can do it yourself."

"Oh, then we will ride faster than each one of us."

"Hahahaha, come on."

When Qi Zhihuan boarded the bicycle and started the race, wonton had already rushed out like a rocket.

Qi Zhihuan tried to chase after him for a few minutes, and the further he chased him, the farther he got. Not long after, wonton appeared behind him.

"Haha, I've surpassed you."

Qi Zhihuan finally realized that he was old.

But he smiled: "I want to see how many laps you can go."

When the cadre came back, he wanted to catch up and protect Qi Zhihuan, but seeing Qi Zhihuan riding the 28-bit iron donkey leisurely, smiling brightly and sunnyly, he couldn't interrupt the game, so he simply looked for an opportunity to take a few photos from the side, and gave the old man's enthusiasm to Zheng Shuai.

"The old man is in a good mood."

Not long after, Zheng Shuai replied: "The leader saw it and was very happy and very satisfied. He said thank you for your hard work."

"No, no, no, I'll go with you, the leader will have a meeting with you."

Since the beginning of this game, Willon has been tied to Qi Zhihuan.

Although Qi Zhihuan is not good at making tricks on children, he can click the nutrition express line.

As for wonton, some inexplicable truths will always arouse Qi Zhihuan's interest. After all, sincere treatment has long become a luxury in his life, especially after his lover's long sleep, including his son, it seems that everyone wears a mask to deal with the elderly. After a long time, he continues to act.

And in front of wonton, being a nutritional grandfather becomes real.

...

The two days of closed-door practice of traveling around did not bring much results. It was more dazzling when you read too much information. Modern art is often growing in strange shapes. Not to mention whether guests like it or not, it is difficult for you to accept it yourself. Those conservative designs are inevitably lacking in novelty. If you advance in the direction of luxury and comfort, it will only make this place more like a hotel.

With such confusion and bottlenecks, I returned to school again, and talked less and I was thinking more often.
Chapter completed!