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Chapter 876 The iron pestle is ground into a needle

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    "Ah, I'm grinding the needle." The old man raised his head and glanced at Ning Rongrong, his eyes full of love, and the rubbing speed in his hand gradually increased.

    "Grinding a needle?" After hearing this, Ning Rongrong stared at the stick in the old man's hand in shock, a little puzzled. How could such a jealous stick be ground into a needle?

    "Old uncle, your stick is too jealous. No matter how you grind it, it probably won't be as fine as a needle." Ning Rongrong smiled sweetly. She felt that this old man's mind might not be very bright.

    "How is it impossible? Although my stick is very tall and big, as long as you work hard enough, an iron pestle can be ground into a needle Uh, no, even an iron pestle can be ground into a needle!"

    The old man looked at Ning Rongrong confidently and said:

    "Children, this principle is actually the same as when you young people study. No matter what you study, you must be persistent and unswerving. Only in this way can you succeed!"

    After saying this truth.

    The old man believed that such a deed that could inspire Li Taibai to become a poetry immortal could not allow Ning Rongrong to finish twenty laps with determination?

    Ning Rongrong looked at the old man dawdling there, with a thoughtful look on his face.

    "If even an iron pestle could be ground into a needle, then wouldn't it be possible for a girl to starve like a boy? It's terrible. I have to go to Notting City to eat something delicious, for example  pawpaw."

    Speaking of which.

    Ning Rongrong bowed deeply to her father-in-law.

    "Grandpa, originally I felt a little guilty about skipping class, but fortunately I met you, and the hesitation deep in my heart was wiped away. Thank you!"

    ¡°???¡±

    The old man looked at Ning Rongrong with questions on his head.

    You have misinterpreted such a positive fable?

    You little girl, do you have something in your head?

    Although Ye Feng was a little reluctant, he felt that with Ning Rongrong's current state, it was probably too late to say anything, so he had to put down the iron pestle in his hand and push the cart away.

    Ning Rongrong, who had lost her psychological burden, hummed a cheerful song and continued walking towards Notting City.

    We walked for a while.

    Ning Rongrong suddenly smelled a very strong aroma of gourmet food.

    This made Ning Rongrong, who was already hungry, feel excited.

    Follow the taste and look.

    Ning Rongrong found a middle-aged man with an elegant figure, short brown hair, and black sunglasses on his face, pushing a cart there to make some kind of delicious food with a strong fragrance.

    "Uncle, what are you doing? It smells delicious?" Ning Rongrong jumped forward and stood beside the man's car, looking at the delicious food he was making, and couldn't help but salivate.  Keep swallowing.

    "This is called cut cake. It is a very special delicacy. You may have never seen it before."

    The middle-aged man raised his head and smiled. The look in his eyes was very gentle, especially the special-looking bangs, which gave people a very reassuring feeling.

    "Cut the cake? It smells pretty good. It should be delicious, right? But it seems to be very troublesome to make?"

    Ning Rongrong stood in front of the middle-aged man's car, blinking her big bright eyes, watching the man in front of her making the cakes in an orderly manner.

    "Well, cut cake is a special snack made of a variety of materials. Although the production process is complicated, it is rich in nutrients and tastes good. Do you want to eat it? It is very expensive." The man said with a smile.

    "Haha, it's okay if it's expensive, as long as it's delicious, I never care about money." Ning Rongrong smiled nonchalantly.

    The Qibao Glazed Sect is rich, quite rich, so how could she be afraid of the price when it comes to just cutting cakes?

    Just eat it and that¡¯s it!

    "Okay, but this cut cake is not finished yet. If you want to eat it, you may have to wait patiently for a while." The middle-aged man smiled.

    ¡°Okay, no problem, it¡¯s worth the wait for the delicious food.¡±

    Ning Rongrong seemed to be infected by the middle-aged man's smile, and her own smile became brighter, as if this man had a very special infectious power.

    "By the way, uncle, my name is Ning Rongrong, what's your name?" Ning Rongrong asked sitting next to the middle-aged man's car.

    "My name is Aizen, you can call me Uncle Lan." Aizen smiled, looking extremely sincere.

    "Aizen? Uncle Lan? What a guy?Listen to the name.  "Ning Rongrong smiled and nodded, like a little fan girl, watching Aizen making this special cake for her.

    have to say.

    The process of making cake-cutting is indeed very complicated. Ning Rongrong watched the process one after another with great anticipation. Although the cake was not completely finished yet, the aroma exuding made Ning Rongrong impatient.

    About an hour and a half passed.

    Seeing that the cut cake was beginning to take shape, Aizen suddenly put down the tools in his hands and sighed.

    "Alas, I really couldn't persist until the last moment, so I had to give up."

    ? said.

    Aizen turned off the fire on the stove and put down the tools in his hands.

    "Rongrong, I'm sorry. Making cakes consumes a lot of energy. If you are not in a good mood, then you might as well not make this cake." Aizen shook his head.

    Looking at Aran who looked disappointed, Ning Rongrong did not blame him for wasting his time, but encouraged him solemnly:

    "Uncle! What are you doing! You've been making cakes for so long. If you give up now, wouldn't all your previous efforts be in vain? You can't just give up halfway! Just hold on! If you hold on a little longer, you'll be able to make it.  This delicious food is born!¡±

    Listening to Ning Rongrong's thoughtful words of encouragement, Lan Ran looked at Ning Rongrong thoughtfully and said, "You're right, as the saying goes, a man who travels a hundred miles is half a mile long. In fact, many things in life are like this.  In this way, when we want to give up, actually as long as we persist, we might be able to succeed.¡±

    Aizen finished his words.

    Ning Rongrong¡¯s pretty face seemed to reveal a hint of enlightenment.

    Although she didn¡¯t say anything, Aizen felt that she should understand.

    Ever since.

    Aizen picked up the tools again and completed the last step of making the cake.

    "Okay, the cake is cut and ready to eat. I guarantee that you will never forget it after eating it." Aizen smiled faintly.

    "Wow! It smells so good!" Ning Rongrong looked at the freshly baked cake in front of him with excitement and said, "Uncle, look, just because you persisted and didn't give up halfway, the cake is done."

    "Haha, yes, this is the power of perseverance." Aizen pushed the frame on the bridge of his nose, picked up the shovel for cutting cakes, and asked: "Since you and I are so in love, then I can sell these cakes cheaply  You only need one gold soul coin to buy one or two, how much do you want?" (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com
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