The second master held Nuo Nuo with one hand and wanted to hold her hand and give her some courage.

Just because the style of these knives was exactly the same as the one she held in her hand that day when she was wronged.

The second master was afraid that she would see the injury, he had been trying his best to study the clues after Chen Meng's death, and he was no stranger to this knife, although he was prepared, he was still worried that Mengmeng would not be able to stand it.

She was so aggrieved, so unwilling, so painful at that time-

"Oops!" Chen Meng exclaimed in surprise and shook off the second master's hand.

The second master mentioned his throat in his heart, and saw that she had done an amazing move.

Chen Meng shook off the second master.

Nuno felt a little distressed about his father's frozen hands in mid-air, and saw that his mother was like a little butterfly rushing to the place where the knife was placed.

Pick up a handful and touch the blade with your hand.

"What a knife! Second brother, shall we bring one with us when we go back? Oh, you see, this scissors are also made, the conscience of heaven and earth! Ah, no, this pot—"

Chen Meng's eyes lit up, and when he saw the pot on the side, he lifted it, looked left and right, and couldn't put it down.

Too... It's too two!!

The second master looked at her heartless, and the corners of his mouth twitched.

Just assume that all his worries are brain-dead... How could such an optimist be able to see the injury?

Or... She simply forgot?

When normal people see something wronged, they will always be a little worried, afraid, angry, or something, right?

The one in front of her who looked at the kitchenware, she forgot about her broken things that she couldn't put together, right?

The second master was in a complicated mood here, so he heard a neutral voice from behind the second master.

"Girl, know the goods!"

When the second master turned around, he saw a fat middle-aged aunt standing behind him, and the second master immediately guessed that this was the hostess of this house, the person with a knife on credit and the great god of the village.

Chen Meng was holding the pot at this time, although she was face to face with others, her face was buried in the pot, and when she looked at it from the front, it seemed that she had an iron pot head.

"Isn't it! This pot is good, you look at this hammer print! How many rounds is this? Not less than 20,000, right? Presumably, after boiling the pot, maybe you can scramble eggs with water? ”

Isn't this the best pot that every cooking lover dreams of?

"Knowledgeable!" The aunt seemed to have met a confidant, and her voice was raised a little, "Someone outside actually compares my pot with those broken copper and iron made of molds, can it be the same!" ”

"Definitely different! Let me tell you, this craftsman's spirit is rare and valuable, and it is said that country D is well made, why? Is it because they are desperate and unwilling to cut corners, don't they need such a craftsman spirit to make things? ”

"You mean, my pot can be compared to Lao Maozi?" The aunt's tone was slightly surprised, and she seemed to be happy.

Chen Meng put down the pot with a serious face, "Auntie, I objectively say that the moon in foreign countries is not rounder than ours, and some foreigners' things are good, but some are not, just say that his non-stick pan is really suitable for Chinese people?" The eating habits are different, they are mainly fried, let's eat stew, the pot is good for people, but those of us who like stews are still good at beating their own iron! ”

"Good! Girl, I see that you are a person who knows the goods, you take this pot! As soon as I look at your face, I know that you are not only knowledgeable, but you are also blessed, and you are so familiar..."

Aunt Shen squinted, why did she think Chen Meng was familiar?

When the second master saw this scene, the corners of his mouth twitched again.