"Don't worry, it's safe. From now on, I can not only get you buns, but also all kinds of meat."

Then she pulled him into the kitchen and told him what was in the two cookie jars: "The red one contains soy milk powder, and the purple one contains rice flour. From now on, if we don't want to cook in the morning, we can just drink these. It's convenient."

"Sister, is the money your parents gave you enough? No..."

"Enough. Even if my parents don't give it to me, my sister's salary is enough."

Lin Siyun wanted to say that he still had some private money.

Seeing that her sister had been buying him books and selling him meat recently, and no longer saying unpleasant things to him, he felt happy, but he was also worried about what he would do if he had no money left at the end of the month after spending so much money.

After a few minutes, twelve small buns were served on the table, and Lin Siyun could not write properly with the pen in his hand.

Meng Si Ning looked at the little man pretending to be calm and was a little amused: "Dinner is ready."

Meng Si Ning's porridge cooking skills have become more and more proficient in the past few days, and now he can accurately grasp the amount for two people.

It’s just that the pot at home is too big, so she plans to buy some small pots in the mall so that it will be convenient for her younger brother to cook and he can control the amount.

Steamed bun porridge and cold cucumber salad are refreshing to eat even in summer.

After taking a bite of the bun, Lin Siyun smiled, which was rare for him: "It smells so good."

Meng Si Ning felt that the meat was a bit greasy, but luckily there was cucumber: "Hmm, it tastes good. When does your math competition start?"

"We're done competing today."

"Today? I was thinking of sending you off?" Are kids these days so independent? Such a big thing, without a single ripple?