Chapter 172 Have you ever eaten a big white steamed bun?
When the girl's mother saw that Fan Qingyi was serious, her face suddenly changed.
"Who are you calling? Let you..."
"Yes
, I'll give it back to you! I'll give it back to you!"
The girl's mother looked ugly and beat the girl who was still sitting with a rolling pin, "Why are you still sitting here? Go back to the upper shop and continue doing your homework."
The girl took advantage of her mother bending down to pull the green backpack on the inside of the lower shop, and cast a pleading look at Fan Qingyi for help.
This time, Fan Qingyi ignored her.
Although she sympathized with the girl, if the girl only relied on external forces and did not save herself, she could save her for a while but really could not save her for a lifetime. Maybe if she took action, she would cause her to be beaten even harder by her own mother.
It would be better not to extend this hand.
Seeing Fan Qingyi indifferent, the girl's eyes were filled with grievance.
The girl's mother took the backpack and handed the girl a rolling pin, "What are you looking at? Hurry up and roll up."
"Mom, I'm going up now, don't hit me."
The girl's eyes rolled down, not daring to wipe them, and she shivered as she climbed up.
The girl's mother was full of impatience, spit at Fan Qingyi, climbed up herself, knocked on the guardrail of the upper floor, and instructed the girl, "Hurry up and do your homework."
The girl responded obediently, holding her homework in one hand and writing slowly with the other.
The girl's mother sat there with the rolling pin and watched, and she would scold the girl if she paused for a moment while writing her homework. If she
paused for a long time, she would be hit by the rolling pin unexpectedly.
Just looking at it, there was a suffocating feeling that could not be escaped.
Li Liuli frowned slightly and pursed her lips.
Li Zhenzhu stood on tiptoe to glance at the girl's homework book and whispered, "It's the winter vacation homework for the first grade of junior high school. Teacher Cao also gave it to me and my elder sister..."
Not only the first grade of junior high school, but also the second and third grade of junior high school.
Teacher Cao took them through the junior high school classes briefly, saying that the questions in the winter vacation homework were all basic knowledge, and asked them to lay a good foundation at home in the next few days.
After the fifth day of the first grade, he will give them intensive special training.
Special training? !
Li Zhenzhu's eyes widened, and she turned to pull Li Liuli, "Eldest sister, Teacher Cao... special training."
Li Liuli's face changed.
The two sisters stared at each other.
During their holidays, they worked odd jobs at Good Luck, and they were so busy that they
forgot about the special training.
Fan Qingyi looked over and asked, "What's wrong?"
Li Zhenzhu grunted and told her about the special training on the fifth day of the Chinese New Year.
Fan Qingyi thought for a moment, then smiled and comforted the two sisters, "We will go to Beijing tomorrow, and it won't take long to get to the army. We will make sure we have news about your dad, and stay for two more days. We will definitely be able to rush back before the fifth day of the Chinese New Year."
"That's good, that's good." Li Zhenzhu patted her chest lightly, smiled with her eyes curved, "Then you don't have to worry about Teacher Cao being scolded..."
Li Liuli nodded slightly.
Fan Qingyi glanced at her two daughters, and a doting smile spread in her eyes.
Fortunately, her and Brother Wenfeng's children were not spoiled even in such a family environment.
The girl's mother saw this in the upper bunk, curled her lips, rolled her eyes and sneered, "A few girls also bought berths, they really have too much money and nowhere to burn it..."
Fan Qingyi heard it, but ignored it.
It's really not worth it to argue with such people.
The girl and her mother were swearing and fighting in the upper bunk.
Fan Qingyi was in the lower bunk with her three children. The two sisters were talking to Xiao Shanhu and laughing, which formed a sharp contrast.
At lunch time, this contrast became more obvious.
The girl's mother threw a dry steamed bun and a big green onion to the girl, opened a can of soybean paste, smelled the smell intoxicatedly, and raised her chin proudly towards Fan Qingyi.
Li Zhenzhu blinked and asked Li Liuli in a low voice, "Sister, does she think that steamed buns with scallions dipped in sauce are delicious?"
Li Liuli, "..."
She felt that the other party was provoking them.
The girl's mother did not let her down. She raised her chin and suddenly said, "Country bumpkin, you have never eaten big white steamed buns, right?"
Fan Qingyi, "...I haven't eaten steamed buns for a long time."
When the twins were growing up, Teacher Cao gave her the school's lunch recipe for reference.
Therefore, when she made breakfast and dinner, she paid great attention to the children's nutrition.
The family had not eaten this kind of pure dry steamed bun for a long time.
But the girl's mother didn't know, she thought Fan Qingyi admitted that he was poor and couldn't afford white flour steamed buns.
The pride between his eyebrows became even greater.
She wanted to take advantage of the situation and taunt Fan Qingyi, but Li Zhenzhu covered her stomach and said she was hungry.
"Okay, let's eat."
Fan Qingyi opened the basket he was carrying and took out a thin steamed bun with pork belly and preserved vegetables, a steamed bun with spring onions, and a small bottle of warm canned food heated on the stove. There were
also a few side dishes that were pre-packed in small bottles.
Eggs with sesame sauce, minced pork and beans, hot and sour cabbage, and sugar-coated tomatoes filled the two small tables in the lower shop.
"We can't cook over an open fire on the train, so just make do with a few meals. Once you're settled, mom will make you something delicious."
Compared to the usual elaborate breakfast and dinner, a few pickled dishes as the main course were indeed just making do.
Li Zhenzhu and Li Liuli's appetites had long been spoiled by Fan Qingyi.
The two nodded in agreement, each of them took a thin pot cake with preserved vegetable and pork, rolled it with chopped hot and sour cabbage, and started to eat with a clamor.
Fan Qingyi loved the soft scallion pot cake. When she was a child, her stepmother asked her to bring Fan Shouli to a party, and only gave her enough money to buy two yuan for a pot cake, which was Fan Shouli's lunch, and she could only drool.
After getting to know Brother Wenfeng, he took her to a convention and bought her a whole steamed bun with scallions on it. She ate it while crying.
Later, I learned how to make it myself, and Brother Wenfeng praised it as better than those sold at the convention.
I seem to think of Brother Wenfeng particularly easily recently.
Fan Qingyi pinched the pot helmet, pursed his lips, blinked, took a breath, and returned to normal.
The mother and daughter each ate a piece of pot helmet and took a sesame egg to eat.
The girl's mother on the upper floor had a long face, and her face was dark and gloomy.
The steamed bun in the girl's hand suddenly lost its fragrance, and she swallowed her saliva and coughed lightly, trying to attract the attention of the people below.
Li Zhenzhu looked up at her and nudged Li Liuli with her elbow.
Li Liuli looked up along her line of sight and met the girl's eager face.
But she just looked at it eagerly, with red eyes, looking aggrieved and pitiful, staring at the food.
Li Zhenzhu frowned and asked Li Liuli, "Sister, does she want to eat our hotpot?"
Li Liuli nodded.
"Then why doesn't she say it?" Li Zhenzhu was even more confused, "If she doesn't say it, how can we know which hotpot she wants to eat?"
Although the two sisters' voices were low, the space in the carriage was so small that Fan Qingyi naturally heard it.
She raised her eyes and glanced at the girl.
When the girl saw Fan Qingyi looking at her, her eyes quickly filled with tears, and she was about to fall out. Her grievance and pity value was immediately maxed out.
Fan Qingyi looked at her, and the girl kept looking at her without saying a word.
Fan Qingyi sighed in his heart, retracted his gaze, raised his hand and patted Li Zhenzhu gently.
"Hurry up and eat and do the questions."
Li Zhenzhu said, lowered her head and ate the eggs seriously.
Li Liuli looked at the girl meaningfully for a few more times and lowered her eyes.
Fan Qingyi took the prepared food from the basket and fed it to Xiao Shanhu.
On the bed, the girl stared at the mother and daughter in disbelief.
The girl's mother swallowed her saliva. She
hit her with a rolling pin, "Let you be greedy, am I hungry or something, you must be greedy for her food..."