Chapter 112 Chess Competition

"The sun is going down soon. Don't let the two children freeze. Call in." Fu Lao and Fu Grandma woke up at 4: 30 p.m. nearly an hour later than usual, which had never been seen before. Or if you are in a good mood, you will sleep naturally. "You two sit there for a while, and you can eat with the last two dishes." At this time, Grandma Fu was coming with a bowl of steaming potato sparerib soup. She looked a little nervous. Her eyes had not moved away from the bowl of soup in her hand from beginning to end. She was cautious step by step. This is a finished product that has lasted for a noon and an afternoon. It is full of painstaking efforts. Can't you be careful? "Grandma Fu, don't be busy, I can't stand the dishes on this table!" Full of a long table, Song Muke was really scared, subconsciously wiped the sweat on his forehead with his sleeves, and his pupils shrank. Then he hurriedly grabbed Grandma Fu and narrowed her eyes. Her sweet and greasy voice was lovable. "It's rare to have a meal with Xiao Muer. Can't you entertain him well? How unreasonable is it?" "Besides, if you, a little ancestor, are wronged by me, your grandfather must not be distressed to death, and you must find me to work hard." Grandma Fu shook her head and said it was no big deal. She had a kind smile on her face and joked in a relaxed and humorous tone. Then she turned and walked towards the kitchen. Song Mu wanted to say anything else, which seemed pale and helpless. I didn't expect Grandma Fu's temper to be quite stubborn. "Eating and drinking for nothing is not like my Song Mu style. It is a rogue......" Song Mu only muttered in a low voice with the voice he could hear, muttering and heading for the kitchen, intending to help. After all, "reactive power is not paid". "Serve, everyone can start!" Before anyone heard the sound first, Song Mu's slightly excited voice came from the direction of the kitchen. A few seconds later, she was seen carrying a very common home-cooked dish-scrambled eggs with tomatoes. "This is done by Xiaomuer himself. You must act on CD!" "That must be, Xiao Muer's craft can be well tasted!" Grandma Fu and Fu Lao echo each other, the venue suddenly hot up, have to say that their feelings are really good, envy others. Song Mu, who was on the side, couldn't help but tut his mouth in his heart. It was extremely sour. Strangely enough, since Fu Lao sat down, he seemed to have changed into a person. His unfolding eyebrows were twisted together at this moment. He was absent-minded, as if he had something on his mind. The sharp-eyed Song Mu saw through it at a glance. He added a chicken leg to Fu Lao first, and then naturally asked. "Grandpa Fu, what's wrong with this? He is sad." Fu Lao hesitated for a moment, put down his wooden chopsticks, looked up and stared at Song Mu quietly, revealing a trace of embarrassment, which made Song Mu, who is always famous for his "thick skin", a little embarrassed. "Grandpa Fu is polite to me even though he opens his mouth!" Song Mu was generous. He dropped his wooden chopsticks and learned the appearance of "Liangshan Hero". With a wave of his hand, he patted his chest and looked confident. "Well, the chess competition is about to start recently. I think Xiao Muer is gifted and will definitely win this award, so......" The words were not finished, but the meaning was already understood. This is to send Song Mu to "fight for glory". "Grandpa fu wants me to take part in the competition? I'm afraid I can't do such a formal competition, in case I lose face to you..." Before this chess match, Song Mu and Fu Lao overheard him mention it when playing chess. The level was quite high, saying that they represented Kyoto in the match. In previous years, this kind of competition was conducted by Fu Lao himself. One Ma Pingchuan swept all the troops. It can be said that he said that no one dared to call him the second. However, everyone has a time of aging. Because of his age, Fu Lao has found someone else to take part in the competitions over the years. It is conceivable that ginger is still old and spicy, and these young people still have qualifications, and even fewer can win back the grand prize, that is, it has worried Fu Lao for a lot of time. So this excellent opportunity, fu always will never let go, the quota must belong to song mu. "It's okay. There is still some time before the competition. During this time, Xiao Muer will practice well. I don't think people will make mistakes. I said Xiao Muer can do it." Fu Lao patted Song Mu on the shoulder, his eyes filled with trust in her, as if there was a raging fire burning, as if all hopes were pinned on Song Mu. The burden on my body suddenly became heavy, and the pressure was great immediately! Just listening to Song Mo and Fu Lao saying a word, Gu Jingxiu didn't say a word, just bowed their heads to eat. At this time, the expression on his face is not very good, his face is livid, his tight jaw line is angular, his fundus flashes slightly surprised, and his eyebrows are wrinkled together. How did Song Mo, the girl, get into trouble with Fu Lao, the old urchin? What he decided would never change. He had a bad temper with Gu Lao. In short, it was difficult to deal with. "Xiao Muer doesn't have to worry. Grandpa Fu doesn't do anything during this time. If Xiao Muer wants to come to me to practice his hands, he will be waiting at any time to ensure that there will be no two words!" See Song Mu or some hesitation, Fu Lao's heart panicked, worried expression leapt to face, afraid Song Mu a word rejected his request. "Little Muer, please promise your grandfather Fu so that he can stop... After all, Kyoto has not seen the highest award for some years." At this moment, Grandma Fu also spoke, and also helped Grandpa Fu persuade Song Mu. Song Mu had some difficulty in dealing with it. Faced with such high enthusiasm of the two men, Song Mu would be fickle and disloyal if she refused again. She was in a dilemma and could not hold a neutral attitude. It was really difficult. "All right, Grandpa Fu invited me so warmly, and I can't refute my face. Then it's a deal. I'll go to the competition." As soon as this sentence came out, Fu Lao's eyes immediately shone with golden light, and he was so happy that he almost didn't lift the table before eating. "I knew Xiaomuer would agree, and Grandpa Fu is here to thank Xiaomuer for helping." Fu Lao has been holding Song Mu's hand is not loose, no matter how to persuade it is of no help, let Song Mu is even more difficult. "Fu Lao, it's getting late, I'll take Xiao Muer back first." At the critical moment, Gu Jingxiu had to come out to clear the situation. He naturally grasped Song Mu's hand that Fu Lao had grasped and held it in his arms, with a respectful and harmless smile on his face. "All right, then you can go first. Xiao Muer must remember to practice more frequently."