Your Majesty's Group Pet Manual [Ancient and Modern]

Rongrong and Cicada ate too many snacks and didn't even have dinner.

At night, they are hungry.

The two children hugged each other, raised their heads pitifully, with tears in their eyes: "Grandpa, please, please, can we have biscuits?"

Yang Bianzhang and Cicada's father originally planned to be cruel and let the two of them go hungry so that they would not steal snacks in the future.

But Cheng Zhijin and Wei Hirano couldn't handle the cute offensive at all.

Two votes to two votes.

Finally, Wei Pingye stood up abruptly and rushed into the kitchen: "I'll come, I'll cook for them!"

Cheng Zhijin, who was about to stand up, frowned, sat back, and looked at him suspiciously.

Within three seconds, Wei Hirano came out of the kitchen: "I'll help, Zhijin, please please."

Cheng Zhiyuan: "..."

In the end, it was Cheng Zhiyuan who started the fire again, ready to use the leftovers from the night to make egg fried rice for them.

Rongrong and Jiji stood side by side, looking forward to each other.

Sting is in charge of holding up the mobile phone and filming the whole process of the chef scrambling eggs and fried rice.

Rong Rong was in charge of constantly blowing rainbow farts: "Thank you grandpa, grandpa has worked so hard, grandpa, work hard, grandpa is the best..."

Cheng Zhiyuan was made to laugh by the two of them, and he couldn't even hold the pot firmly.

Two small cat bowls were placed side by side by the stove, and Cheng Zhiyuan scooped steaming egg fried rice into the bowls.

Rongrong and Jiji were just about to get started when they were patted by Chengzhi.

"It's hot, grandpa will serve it."

"Thank you grandpa."

Jiji held up his mobile phone, Rongrong blowing rainbow farts, and followed behind Cheng Zhijin, like two little followers.

Cheng Zhiyuan put the egg fried rice on the table, Yang Bianzhang said: "Don't spoil them next time."

Cheng Zhijin smiled, touched Rongrong's little head: "Little Majesty, we already know that we are wrong, don't we?"

Rong Rong nodded vigorously, and repeated it: "Yes, I know I was wrong."

Yang Bianzhang sighed and let them go.

Both Rongrong and Cicada were starving, they gorged on food, their little faces almost got into the bowl.

Cheng Zhiyuan watched them eat, and he was also happy.

Looking at the process of making fried rice with eggs that Cicada helped him take, Cheng Zhijin didn't know that the ordinary flipping of the spoon was photographed, and it turned out to be so powerful.

Distinct grains of rice, wrapped in egg liquid, fly up when the spoon is turned——

Rong Rong boasted: "It's like a big——cake——"

No wonder His Majesty has been praising him, he is indeed very powerful.

Cheng Zhi stood with his hips on his hips, poked his phone, and posted this cool clip on his personal account.

The title is in Rongrong's words: like a big - cake -

After uploading the video, look up again.

Rong Rong sat on the small bench, holding the bowl with both hands, the bowl was already covering her face.

Ting was shocked: "Shaggy!"

Fluffy got caught by the bowl!

Jiji leaned forward and observed carefully, can the flesh on the furry face fill the bowl?

It should be ok, there are so many fleshy faces on the furry face.

Wei Pingye took off the rice bowl from Rong Rong's face, pinched the corner of his mouth, pinched the rice grains off his face, and ate it himself.

"Hey, Your Majesty still wants to keep it for supper?"

Rong Rong thought for a while, then shook his head: "Grandpa Wei, you can't eat any more. If you eat too many snacks, you won't be able to eat breakfast."

"Little clever ghost."

Tonight, Cici wanted to sleep with Rongrong, so Cici's father could only go home alone.

After taking a bath, Rong Rong and Cici wore cow-striped pajamas and zebra-striped pajamas respectively, sat on the big bed, and beat Cheng Zhijin's back.

Rong Rong squeezed her fleshy little fist: "Grandpa, are you comfortable?"

Cheng Zhiyuan nodded: "Thank you, Your Majesty."

Rong Rongtian said, "You're welcome, this is grandpa's thanks for helping us make fried rice with eggs."

Thorn Kuku: "Thank you."

Cheng Zhijin held the phone, and Rong Rong leaned forward to take a peek: "Grandpa, egg fried rice is so cool, there must be many people like it?"

Cheng Zhiyuan nodded: "Well, many people like it."

He has registered an account for several months, and every time he releases a video, it is always quiet and good, "checking in", "looks delicious", "after working all day, come to Laocheng to heal himself".

This time, he suddenly posted an egg fried rice, and his old fans who had been quiet for a long time couldn't sit still.

[How many surprises do you have that I don't know? 】

[Poison in the middle of the night, why did you become like this? 】

[The background sound is so cute, there is a baby hidden in the old man's house]

Cheng Zhiyuan turned off his mobile phone, picked up the two cubs, and put them on the crib: "Go to sleep, we have to go to school tomorrow."

Rong Rong lay on the bed and looked at him seriously: "Grandpa Cheng will become a big——chef!"

"Thank you, Your Majesty." Cheng Zhiyuan patted his little head, and covered him with a quilt, "Go to sleep."

At Rongrong's request, Cheng Zhiyuan made mung bean cakes, golden silk rolls, Dingsheng cakes, sweet-scented osmanthus cakes, and so on.

Rong Rong especially likes to be his grandfather making snacks, as long as Cheng Zhijin makes something, he will either squat on the small bench to watch, or ask his grandfather to take pictures for him to see.

Cheng Zhiyuan, who has always been a Buddhist, feels like going to work after a long time.

Rongrong then asked Yang Bianzhang, who has good taste, to guide them, help them choose music, make the cover, and inscribe the cover.

The videos that Cheng Zhijin had accumulated for several months were slowly discovered.

[Chinese food, western food, mid-point Western food, fast food, what is there that you don't know? 】

[Old and old, if the oven...]

[Grandpa, where do you live?I got lost with the bowls and chopsticks]

Wei Pingye read the comment to Rong Rong, Rong Rong jumped up and hugged Cheng Zhiyuan: "This is Rong Rong's grandfather!"

The days passed slowly.

Wei Hirano has gained some fame recently, so he didn't accept acting anymore, but took acting classes in the company.

Several magazine covers and endorsements contacted him, and his agent screened it for him, and accepted the suitable ones.

For Wei Hirano, these are trivial matters, the most difficult thing is——

He wants to write his class reflections for the acting class!

In the room, Yang Bianzhang temporarily lent his desk and computer to Wei Pingye. Wei Pingye stared at the computer, typing every word.

Squeeze out seven words in an hour.

Wei Hirano supported his head: "Ah, I have a headache, I get a headache when I see words."

Yang Bizhang flipped through a page of the book, and said calmly, "When you swipe your phone in the middle of the night, all you read are words."

Wei Pingye wailed: "This is different!"

Holding a crayon, Rong Rong sat on the children's desk next to her, drawing seriously on the old calendar: "Grandpa, don't be discouraged, let's study together."

At this time, Cheng Zhiyuan shouted in the kitchen: "Your Majesty, grandpa is making sesame candy, do you want to pat grandpa?"

"Yes! Rongrong is here!"

Rong Rong put down his paintbrush, ran out with a swipe, Wei Pingye couldn't hold him back.

Your Majesty, did you agree to study together?

"Write it quickly, it will be handed in tomorrow." Yang Bizhang took his mobile phone away, went out, and locked the door, "I'll come and see it in an hour."

Wei Pingye thumped the table: "You just put a knife on my neck and forget it."

Yang Bianzhang said calmly: "If you can't write in an hour, I'll go get the knife."

Wei Pingye lay on the table: "You let me die!"

Yang Bianzhang looked at his watch: "30 seconds have passed."

Wei Hirano raised his head, stretched out two fingers, and poked at the computer keyboard.

He typed very fast on his mobile phone—the speed of arguing with others, and he was not very good at using the computer after changing it.

In the kitchen, the mobile phone is on the side to shoot.

Rong Rong supported her head and watched Cheng Zhiyuan making sesame candies seriously.

Rong Rong sniffed: "Grandpa, it smells so good."

"Of course." Cheng Zhijin took the sesame candy out of the pan with a spatula, picked it up for a while, blew it, and handed it to Rongrong, "The others are still very hot, so you can only eat a little. "

"Okay." Rong Rong bit the sesame candy, "It's delicious."

Cheng Zhiyuan rubbed the still hot sesame candies, cut them into pieces, and put them on a plate. Rongrong picked up the phone and took a close-up of it.

"Okay."

"Thank you Rongrong." Cheng Zhiyuan rewarded him, and gave him two more yuan, "One piece for Rongrong to eat, and the other piece for Grandpa Yang. You can eat it after bragging."

"it is good."

Holding the sesame candy, Rong Rong ran into the living room.

Yang Bizhang was reading a book, Rong Rong slowed down, walked over gently, climbed onto the sofa, and called softly: "Grandpa..."

Yang Bianzhang raised his head and put the book aside: "Huh? Your Majesty?"

"Grandpa Cheng asked Grandpa to eat sesame candies." Rong Rong opened two small hands, "Grandpa chooses first."

"Thank you, Your Majesty."

Yang Bizhang and Rong Rong were eating candies, when suddenly, the mobile phone on the table rang.

The children's ringtones sung by Rongrong——

[Grandpa Cool is the coolest——Yeah, yeah——]

A "Yeah Song".

Yang Bianzhang picked up his mobile phone, walked to the door of the room, opened the door: "Wei Pingye..."

Wei Hirano was scratching his head frantically: "It's not an hour yet!"

"your phone."

"Oh."

Wei Pingye raised his head, took the phone, and glanced at it: "Hello, Lao Meng."

Lao Meng is Wei Pingye's manager.

As soon as the manager came up, he was overjoyed: "Hahaha, Lao Wei, do you know?"

Wei Pingye frowned, and moved the phone away: "I don't know, what's wrong?"

"There is a program looking for you."

"Which show?"

""History Lecture Hall"." The agent continued, "Isn't there a big change in the history of Guliang recently? "History Lecture Hall" is going to launch a new program, which is dedicated to introducing ancient Liang culture."

Wei Pingye looked calm, talking nonsense, doesn't he understand the ancient Liang culture?He is from Guliang.

Wei Hirano asked: "Then I will be the host?"

"Good idea." The manager was speechless.

He explained: "This program is tentatively planned to have two parts. First, the introduction of the stage play, and then the detailed introduction by experts and professors. They are going to talk about a episode of Wei Hirano, the great general who protects the country. You are invited to audition to play Wei Hirano."

"..."

Wei Hirano choked, does this still need acting?Isn't he?

The agent didn't notice the strange silence on the other side of the phone, just happy that they had received an official big show.

He continued to chatter: "Let me tell you, you are absolutely sure of this show, how can anyone compete with you now? You are the only Wei Pingye in the entertainment industry..."

"Hiss..." When it came to Lao Wei's name, the manager finally realized, "You seem to have the same name and surname as him, that's even better, this show belongs to you."

More than just the same name and surname.

Wei Hirano took a deep breath: "Okay, then send me the script and let me have a look."

"Well, I've already passed the script. The official program won't make any mistakes. The writing is so soul-stirring." The manager couldn't hide his joy, and kept talking.

"By the way, you don't care much about academia, don't you know?" The manager lowered his voice and said mysteriously, "Wei Hirano...it's not you, it's the great general who protected the country thousands of years ago. Slashed Emperor Ling with one knife, it's absolutely amazing."

"..." Wei Hirano looked complicated, "Who said that?"

"Professor Yang of Taoyuan University published a paper about it, you don't know? All the murals on Taoyuan Mountain have been carved. At first, the academic circles were guessing who this person was, but then Professor Yang published an article with tens of thousands of words. , Said it was Wei Hirano, most of the professors agreed."

——The whole process of Wei Hirano's crime was recorded and replayed.

Wei Pingye raised his head and looked at Yang Bianzhang with a complicated expression.

How can you write about me and let others know?

Yang Bianzhang folded his arms and leaned against the door, looking frank and open.

He wrote that article for several months. From collecting historical materials, researching murals, to questioning the parties involved in the crime, he has always devoted himself to academic research, and will not publish uncertain content.

"Okay, you can send me the script, fine."

After saying a few more words, Wei Hirano hung up the phone.

He raised his head and looked at Yang Bianzhang: "Why did you write about me?"

"I didn't write anything bad about you."

"Speak clearly."

Yang Bianzhang said indifferently: "An advanced spirit of rebellion and a simple concept of good and evil break through the fixed thinking of monarchs and ministers, which is a kind of heroism."

Others don't understand, only the "hero" Wei Hirano understands.

Wei Pingye hugged him confidently: "Thank you."

Yang Bianzhang glanced at his watch and asked, "It's almost an hour, how much have you written?"

Just as Yang Bizhang was about to look at the screen, Wei Pingye immediately blocked the computer.

Wei Pingye was dying: "Isn't that hour not up yet? Come see it when it really comes."

Suddenly, Rong Rong's voice came from Wei Pingye's side: "Grandpa Wei wrote six words."

Wei Pingye turned his head: "Your Majesty!"

Rong Rong stood on the bed, eating sesame candies, tilted her head, and saw the computer screen clearly.

Rong Rong chewed the candy and snapped her fingers: "It's one word less than before."

He choked out seven words, and an hour later, he choked back another word.

As expected of you, Wei Hirano.

Wei Pingye hugged Rong Rong, grabbed him, and pinched his face: "Little villain, peek at grandpa's homework."

Wei Pingye moved the cub with one hand, pinched his little face, and typed on the keyboard with the other. He actually wrote faster, and wrote a sentence in one sentence——

Through this study...

Rong Rong stretched out his fingers and counted: "Grandpa, it's thirteen characters."

Wei Pingye sucked the cub fiercely: "Little Majesty, just accompany grandpa to do homework, don't go out to play with Cicada today."

Rong Rong stomped her feet: "No way! I want to play with Cricket!"

Just at this time, the doorbell rang outside, and Cheng Zhijin, who was outside, went to open the door: "Is Jiji coming?"

Citing said: "Grandpa Rongrong, I'm here to play with Fluffy, and we're going for a ride."

"Rongrong is in the room, you can go find him."

In the room, Rong Rong stomped her feet: "Trick! I'm here! Come on...uh..."

Woohoo, Your Majesty was caught by the traitors.

Sting:! ! !

Stinging forward, he hugged Rongrong: "Shaggy, I'll save you!"

Wei Pingye's arms were so strong that he grabbed the two cubs.

In the end, the two grandpas took Rongrong and Jiji to play downstairs for a drive.

When passing by the door of the room, Rong Rong also "hummed" at Wei Hirano: "Grandpa is so bad, ignore him."