Han Shuyun, who also couldn't find anyone in the classroom, put down her textbook and went out to look for them. As soon as she went out, she saw a group of little kids running back, laughing and joking.
She smiled and went back to the classroom to wait.
The little boy looked left and right, "Mom, where's my little sister? Didn't you bring her?"
Last night I went to my brother's social media page and had a big meal. My two older brothers recognized him and dragged him to play on the slide for a long time.
He thought of his sister and left a roasted duck leg so he could take it back to his house for her to eat when she came.
Han Shuyun poked his little head helplessly, "No sister here. Go back and sit down, class is about to start."
Although disappointed, the young master obediently returned to his seat.
In Chinese class, we learned the alphabet.
Following the method from Shishi 1-10, she devised an interesting memorization method. After a morning, the children were basically able to memorize the initials and finals.
The writing is all crooked and messy; I need to practice more.
After assigning practice homework, Han Shuyun started talking about the school's plans.
"In the afternoon, the school organized a trip to the bamboo forest on the mountain to dig bamboo shoots. You can take any you dig home."
"Bamboo shoots are delicious whether they are stir-fried or pickled. If your family is well-off, you can also make stir-fried bamboo shoots with meat."
"Students, remember to wear your hats, bamboo shoot digging tools, and baskets, okay?"
Balancing work and rest is a consistent educational approach in schools.
Besides clearing weeds at school, we would occasionally organize trips up the mountain to dig for wild vegetables, which not only gave the children exercise but also helped support their families.
Farm children are generally good at farm work, so this is not a problem for them.
The children in the compound, on the other hand, were drawn to novelty.
"Teacher, I've got it."
Unexpectedly, the majestic Queen rushed to the head of the family as soon as get out of class ended in the morning, looking pitiful.
"You stinky egg, Shishi doesn't want bamboo shoots."
She still remembers stir-fried bamboo shoots with pork.
Xie Lin was completely confused. "Shishi, the bamboo shoots are crisp and delicious. You'll know once you try them."
The bamboo forest on the mountain is vast, and when the bamboo shoots are in season, the people in the compound will go up the mountain to dig them up and eat them.
My mom pickles bamboo shoots and makes some every year. He's eaten them a few times; they're sour, crunchy, and go very well with rice.
Shishi couldn't muster any interest.
Only Xingxing knew why, and he secretly explained it to Xie Lin.
Looking at the little girl in front of him with her head drooping and a dejected expression, Xie Lin wanted to laugh but dared not.
Is this the same bamboo shoot stir-fried with pork?
To prevent her from remembering this, Xie Lin carefully distinguished between the real bamboo shoot stir-fried with meat and being beaten.
"Really? You're not lying to Shishi?" The memory was too vivid, and Shishi didn't quite believe it.
"Really, we dug up bamboo shoots this afternoon and asked Mom to stir-fry them for dinner. We'll also save some for Mom to make pickled bamboo shoots. Once the pickled bamboo shoots are ready, we'll have pickled bamboo shoot noodles. They're super delicious."
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