Chapter 67

I know it's one of the top ten famous works in the world, but it's a little fake to say I haven't seen it.

But I've seen it. As a student of grade one, she has just arrived at No. 1 middle school. Where can there be such a classic?

Therefore, Tang Huai didn't say she had seen it or not. She held the book in her arms and immediately smiled like an innocent little girl, "I'll see it."

An imperceptible smile flashed from the bottom of Jing Xuan's long, narrow and deep eyes. He hooked his lips and went out.

"..." Tang Huai followed him and looked at his tall and straight back with his mouth curled. He wondered, didn't he come to get some books? How did she come out empty handed after giving her the book?

Frowning, Tang Huai said in his heart, "he didn't come to get the book. He came to get the love letter. However, Tang Ying took all the love letters."

After walking out of the living room, Jing Xuan suddenly turned to look at Tang Huai. Tang Huai quickly stopped, looked up and hit his deep eyes, "brother Jing Xuan...?"

Jing Xuan looked directly into her eyes. Qingkan's dark eyes reflected his little figure.

After several seconds of silence, Jing Xuan suddenly smiled and raised his hand to touch Tang Huai's head like a big brother. His voice was very pleasant, "can you keep up with your grades?"

"Anything but math." Tang Huai smiled.

He did not know that when he touched her head, it was like touching her heart. There was a feeling in her heart that could not be described at all. This feeling was not annoying, but she didn't want to like it. It was strange, like palpitations and ripples.

"Yun Yong is a genius in science. If you don't understand anything, you can ask him." Jingxuan road.

"OK." Thinking of Zhao Yunyong, Tang Huaichun smiled, "Mr. Zhao is the youngest and most handsome male teacher in a middle school. Many girls like him."

"What about you? Do you like him?"

Tang Huai smiled, "I like it. He's so handsome."

When she smiled, she was so naive and brilliant with a perfunctory attitude in Jingxuan's eyes.

Jing Xuan went to the chair and sat down. He gracefully tilted his slender legs and leaned back to the chair, with a lazy posture.

He raised an arm and put it lazily on the edge of the chair. He sat and Tang Huai stood, but he could look at Tang Huai equally.

He is already 1.88 meters, and Tang Huai is currently 1.56 meters

He smiled gracefully, with a hint of ponder, "I heard you can make Ramen?"

Tang Huai was surprised: "you won't just get home. Will Jing min tell you about it?"

"I want ramen."

"There's no flour at home." Tang Huai wanted to say that there was no flour in her house, but when she thought about it, the house was his, not hers. She couldn't say it was her home. She said this before she thought of a better word.

Jing Xuan raised his eyebrows slightly when he heard it. How can he hear it? It's like his and her home?

"I heard that your fried egg is burnt outside and tender inside. It's delicious." By implication, he wants to eat her fried eggs.

Tang Huai smiled awkwardly, "brother Jingxuan, my family doesn't raise chickens or eggs."

"There is a lot of grass and shade here. I suggest aunt Tang raise some chickens. You can kill them when you come back at the weekend."

"That's a good suggestion. I'll go to town with my aunt tomorrow to buy chickens and raise them."

"That egg..." Jing Xuan sat up straight, "I'll go home and get it for you?"

Tang Huai looked into Jing Xuan's eyes. "Brother Jing Xuan, I have pumpkins at home. How about I make pumpkin cakes for you?"

"OK." Jingxuan leaned back lazily.

"Wait for me and I'll do it now." Tang Huai stuffed the book into Jing Xuan's arms, trotted out of the living room and went straight to the kitchen.

Jing Xuan took two books, turned his head, looked at her petite back, and the corners of his lips couldn't help raising.

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In an hour.

Jing Xuan sat at the table, looking at the pumpkin pie on the plate, salivating.

"Looks good." Jingxuan seldom praises people.

"Try it. It should be better than poached eggs." Tang Huai pushed the pumpkin cake in front of him.

"OK." Jing Xuan picked up his chopsticks, picked up a pumpkin cake and bit it.

The aroma of pumpkin filled his mouth instantly, with a slight sweet taste. It was burnt outside and tender inside. Because it used glutinous rice flour instead of flour, it tasted soft and glutinous, with the viscosity of glutinous rice. This taste was quite good.

"My grandmother must like it." Mrs. Jing has bad teeth and intestines. She can't eat what she can eat because of her teeth, but she's a good eater.

"Leave me eight, and take back the rest." Tanghuai road.

"No more?"

"Enough." Tang Huai knew that old lady Jing would like it and specially made more for Jing Xuan.

She believed that with Jingxuan's appetite, it was no problem to eat ten.

"OK." After eating two, Jing Xuan stood up. "I'll take it back to grandma and let her eat while it's hot."

Tang Huai took a small dish, took out eight and asked Jing Xuan to take them all back.

After the pumpkin cake is sold, the color is also eye-catching, golden yellow.

Jingxuan came back all the way and attracted many people's attention.

Passerby: "Jing Shao, what do you want?"

Jing Xuan: "pumpkin cake."

Passerby: "jingshao, can you give me a piece?"

Jing Xuan: "No."

Apart from his family, he doesn't intend to share it with the villagers.

Passerby:

When did Jing Shao become so stingy?

Walking into the yard, Mrs. Jing sat in the yard basking in the sun.

Seeing Jing Xuan, the old man was as energetic as beating chicken blood.

When he saw Jing Xuan coming back with food, her eyes lit up: "Jing Xuan, what's that?"

Jing Xuan squatted down beside Mrs. Jing and put the plate in front of Mrs. Jing. "Grandma, smell it, isn't it very fragrant?"

The pumpkin rice fried with peanuts has an attractive aroma.

Old lady Jing smelled it and her saliva flowed out.

"Try one." Bright smile.

Mrs. Jing couldn't wait to pick up a piece and taste it.

She stared with exaggerated expression, "delicious! This is the most delicious glutinous rice dumpling I've ever eaten in my life!"

"Grandma, it's not glutinous rice, it's pumpkin cake."

"Pumpkin pie?" It was the first time Mrs. Jing heard of pumpkin cake. She took another bite. "Is the cake so soft and waxy?"

"Pumpkin and glutinous rice flour are made together." Jing Xuan smiled gently. He saw that Tang Huai had put down glutinous rice flour. She was very familiar with making these things.

"What did you do?" Old lady Jing brightened up again.

Jing Xuan smiled: "Tang Huai made it."

As soon as Mrs. Jing heard this, her face suddenly sank down, "did you go to find her as soon as you came back?"

Jingxuan knew what Mrs. Jing was worried about. He got up and lied: "no, there are some letters. I want to get them back. I just saw aunt Tang five cooking pumpkin. She said Tang Huai made pumpkin cakes and let me bring them back for you to try."

In fact, he didn't go to get any letters, let alone books. He knew that Tang Huai lived there and just wanted to go and have a look. He doesn't know when he began to lie.

Mrs. Jing chewed the pumpkin cake in her mouth. "What do you think of Tang Huai?"