Chapter 8

Is it the sun coming out in the west, or is it a red rain?

"There are only two people in my family. They are not made by Liang Liang. Who else can they be?"

Zhou Lanping doesn't like others to belittle her daughter at all. No matter how good other people's children are, they are all other people's. no matter what's wrong with their own family, they are all her babies. Besides, the beauty of her family is not really nothing. This is no, how delicious braised ribs are.

She swaggered and had a bright face. Carrying a bowl, she went to Grandma Wang.

Wang Dongdong, the grandson of mother-in-law Wang's family, saw the ribs. They all started to salivate and grabbed them directly with one hand. Mother-in-law Wang wanted to stop them, but they didn't come. Almost all of Wang Dongdong ate the ribs. He ate in his mouth and looked at the ribs in the bowl for fear that others would take another piece.

"Alas..."

What else can Grandma Wang say? It's all eaten into her stomach. It's impossible to spit it out, isn't it?

"Why are you being polite to me, Aunt Wang? You didn't give me less. I didn't eat your meal. These dozens of bowls of ribs are not enough."

Zhou Lanping knew what Mrs. Wang wanted to say, and hurriedly interrupted her first. Otherwise, if she pushed around for a while, the cauliflower would be cold.

"Look at your politeness. They are all from the neighborhood. If you don't help you, who else can you help?"

Although Granny Wang said so, her eyes would laugh at the smell of her little grandson's food. The child has been picky about food recently. It's not easy to eat what she doesn't eat. She can't take food from her grandson's mouth.

"Aunt Wang, I'll go back first. As for this bowl..."

Zhou Lanping is still thinking about her own bowl. There are not so many bowls in her family. One is missing. It seems that there is nothing for dinner.

"I'll send you the bowl later."

Granny Wang looked at the broth, which was also fragrant. After a while, she dipped the steamed buns in it, and then washed it and gave it back to others.

The smiling mother-in-law Wang sent Zhou Lanping out and stuffed a big apple in Zhou Lanping's hand. These days, apples are rare things. Mother-in-law Wang can have big apples at home, or because mother-in-law Wang's son works in the provincial capital, he can often get back some rare things.

Zhou Lanping really didn't want this big apple. She was really ashamed of asking others for such expensive things, but when she thought of Liu Liang, she had the cheek to take the apple back.

She hid the apples in her sleeves and almost ran to her house like a thief. When she closed the door, she patted her chest.

"Liang Liang, what did your mother bring you back?"

Like a treasure offering, she took out the big apple in her sleeve and put it in front of Liu Liang. "You put it in your schoolbag and take it to school tomorrow."

And she looked at her daughter, afraid that her daughter would refuse.

Liu Liang reached out and took the apple, but she was a little thoughtful.

Fruit is very expensive in this era, especially here. They don't produce apples, so the apples at this time are really not affordable for families like them.

It is possible that such an apple can buy a kilo of ribs.

An apple and a kilo of ribs.

After the age when a hundred yuan could buy two kilograms of meat, the current meat price made her jealous.

If she can, she wants ribs, not apples.

She took the apple in front of her and smelled it. The apple skin was wrinkled. It may have been put for a long time and was not fresh, but the taste should not be bad. It was sweet apple.

In addition, she seems to have not told Zhou Lanping that she doesn't want to go to that school again. There is such a teacher who targets her everywhere and despises her teacher. Why should she go?

However, she has not planned to tell Zhou Lanping about these things. She wants to be quiet for a few days and calm down. At present, she also wants to find out why she is reborn?

Whatever the reason.

She is grateful to God that she can live again and live in an age with a mother.

"Liang Liang, won't you go in and do your homework? Well, there aren't many bowls in our family."

Zhou Lanping asked Liu Liang carefully. It's not like her temperament. She slammed the door and bowl yesterday. She's going to throw all the bowls at home. What else should she throw today?

Can you stop throwing bowls and fall down again? There really won't be any bowls at home.

Liu Liang stood up. Just as she was about to leave, she turned around and picked up the apple, although it was a wilting one.

When Zhou Lanping saw Liu Liang take the apple away, she couldn't help laughing with her eyes.

It's good to like it. Yes, it's good to like it. It's rare that the child still has things she likes. She doesn't have the ability to buy her anything good.

Finally, the child has a favorite, and she is also happy. She is happier than eating by herself.

After Liu Liang closed the door of her room, Zhou Lanping took the things she brought back, put them on the table, and took out the students' homework and textbooks.

She has to finish these homework and prepare for tomorrow's class.

A small lamp is not bright. It has been with Zhou Lanping for a lot of time. She has been a primary school teacher for nearly ten years.

The door was gently opened again. Liu Liang stood at the door, still holding the Yanba apple in her hand, her eyes slightly dark.

A small electric light also shines a bright light on a table. Zhou Lanping still sits there and arranges the class to be taught tomorrow. At this time, it's around 10 p.m.

There was no TV at home, and there was no special sound, just the sound of the pen in her hand touching the paper from time to time.

And she was so absorbed that she didn't hear the sound of the glottis.

Until a bowl was placed in front of her.

She raised her face after she knew it, and when she saw Liu Liang's face similar to hers, she couldn't help grinning. Now she knows why she lacks that kind of kindness to Xu Jiajia.

The original lack of a blood, a lack of similarity, that is, a lack of kindness.

This feeling of blood connection is both gratitude and moving.

"Why haven't you slept yet?"

Zhou Lanping thought that Liu Liang went to bed early, and children can't stay up at night. Liu Liang always goes to bed early. As for her homework, she won't let her be a mother. I think it's only right after she's finished.

"I'll sleep soon."

Liu Liang pushed the bowl in front of Zhou Lan's plane. The slightly drooping eyelashes also blocked too many things. When she raised her eyelids, she was also the kind of clear black eyes. The black eyes were darker than others and others, so they were dark and could not touch her mind.

"Drink this."