Is there something off about this kid, "IF Childhood Sweetheart"?
Jiang Yingxu knew that when she was in a good mood, she could be particularly sweet-talking, spouting a whole bunch of sweet words, or when she wanted him to do something, she could easily use her charm and coquettishness.
A kitten that grows up in a warm and loving environment is just that skilled.
But when I heard her repeatedly mention her liking someone, and the object of her affection was clearly "you."
A faint blush spread across her ears, and taking advantage of the warm evening light and the shadow of the doorpost, she quietly concealed herself.
Jiang Yingxu gave a soft "hmm".
She didn't forget to explain, "It's my problem that I don't miss you that much."
He knew that Shi Miao wouldn't really dislike him.
She would joke around and take strange and unusual photos of him, claiming it was to keep a record for future remembrance.
But if anyone says anything bad about Jiang Yingxu—
For example, her cousin Yan Zhaozhou, who was closer to her, laughed at her for speaking in a muffled voice when he was losing his baby teeth. The girl rolled up her sleeves and rushed over.
For strangers, like classmates, who want to play some cheeky games, they might deliberately stick out their legs to trip him, and Shi Miao would step on them without saying a word.
She always acted as if it were the most natural thing in the world, saying, "Of course the Cat King has to protect her little brother."
Perhaps Shi Miao has already forgotten these things.
But Jiang Yingxu remembers it very clearly.
Jiang Yingxu only cared about his strained voice in front of Shi Miao.
Instinctively, from the heart.
I want to present a better image to her.
Shi Miao was very satisfied with his attitude of admitting his mistake. The angry look she had deliberately put on vanished in an instant, and her eyebrows curved into a smile as she generously accepted the situation, saying, "Alright, let's leave it at that."
She nudged Jiang Yingxu by the shoulder, bringing him back into the light, and urged him to hurry home for dinner.
He didn't forget to remind her, "Come to my house to do your homework tonight."
From elementary school onwards, it was perfectly natural for us to go to each other's homes with our schoolbags to do our homework.
In both families' studies, the number of chairs has changed from one to two side by side.
In addition to the classic books that Jiang Yingxu read, the bookshelf now also has story collections that Shi Miao loves to read.
A kitten marked the corner of the table with a pair of pointed cat ears drawn with circles.
Among the pile of test papers spread out on the Shi family's desk, one could often find a few exercise papers with Jiang Yingxu's name on them.
Previously, Shi Miao might have gone back to the Yan family home for dinner with Jiang Yingxu.
It's because Shi Dai came back today.
She excitedly pushed open the door, carrying her schoolbag, and saw Shi Dai coming down the stairs. She dropped her schoolbag and jumped up on the spot.
Its body shrank rapidly in mid-air, quickly transforming into a richly colored, long-haired calico cat, like a precise cat cannonball, and landed with a thud in Shi Dai's arms.
He opened his mouth and started making a series of meowing sounds.
The talkative little cat.
"I know you miss me."
Shi Dai carried her daughter to the sofa and sat down. With one hand, she vigorously rubbed the cat's head, making the kitten's ears droop and its whiskers tremble. With the other hand, she held her phone in front of Shi Miao.
"I'm too lazy to cook tonight, so I'll just order takeout."
What would you like to eat?
The kitten, struggling to lift its head with its mother's hand pressing it down, thought: "?"
After being away for so long, why are you still ordering takeout when you get back?
Shi Miao cried out, "I want to eat the food you made!"
Although it was a bit unpalatable, a bit rough, and a bit rudimentary.
But it's my mom's cooking!
This time, Shi Dai was away on a business trip for a relatively long time. Shi Miao, unusually tender-hearted, looked at Shi Dai with bright, expectant eyes.
Shi Dai: "..."
Shi Dai: "Are you sure?"
Shi Miao was so engrossed in maternal love and filial piety that she was completely unaware of Shi Dai's solemn and hesitant manner, and nodded in trust.
Half an hour later, Shi Miao stood at the kitchen doorway, intently observing the dark, charred egg pieces in the wok.
Perhaps it should be renamed "Carbon Block"?
The air was filled with the smell of burning.
Shi Dai chuckled and said, "It's been too long since I've done this, I'm rusty."
"It's okay, I remember there's a bottle of bibimbap sauce in the fridge, how about we eat it with the bibimbap sauce—"
Turn on the rice cooker.
The white rice grains, still submerged in water, were revealed.
Shi Dai: "".
She casually closed the lid, saying, "Oh, I forgot to press the cook button."
Shi Miao clutched her stomach, her eyes drooping pitifully. "I'm so hungry."
Shi Dai seized on the loophole and immediately rebuked, "Didn't I tell you to eat some snacks first to fill your stomach?"
Shi Miao: "?"
Shi Miao: "The snack basket I put next to the sofa was full yesterday, but it's completely empty today!"
Shi Dai: "".
The woman scratched her face, her eyes slightly unfocused, and gave an awkward smile. "Oh, I forgot again. I was a little hungry when I got back tonight, so I dragged me to the game room. I was thinking of making it up to you today."
I slept soundly all day, but didn't have time.
Their eyes met.
Shi Dai silently took out her phone.
"How about... we just order takeout?"
Bad news: after half an hour of trying, I got nowhere, and now I have to wait another half hour to order takeout.
Good news! Jiang Yingxu has finished eating and came to Shi Miao with several extra practice papers to do her homework.
Jiang Yingxu glanced at Shi Miao, who was clutching her stomach and looking aggrieved, then at Shi Dai, who was rummaging through takeout containers. He paused for a moment, then put the test paper aside.
He picked up the apron that Shi Dai had thrown on the table.
"Auntie, let me do it."
Jiang Yingxu said, "I've learned a little about cooking before. Miaomiao is very hungry. Can I just make some noodles? It'll be ready in no time."
Five minutes later.
Shi Miao sat in a dining chair with a steaming bowl of soup noodles placed in front of her. A few green vegetables and a golden-fried egg floated on the surface, emitting the aroma of the food.
After a day of school, Shi Miao was really hungry.
As she picked up her chopsticks, she sweetly said, "Thank you, brother."
He puffed out his cheeks, blew out a couple of breaths, and then put the noodles in his mouth.
Shi Dai was somewhat surprised and looked at Jiang Yingxu, who was wearing an apron and looked quite professional. "How come you can cook?"
The young master of the Yan family was raised in a life of luxury and privilege.
It would be good enough if they didn't make the mistake of not recognizing the appearance of real fruit because they only eat cut fruit.
Jiang Yingxu turned his gaze away from Shi Miao, who was engrossed in eating.
His expression was calm, and his tone was natural.
"Miaomiao gets hungry easily at home."
“It’s not good for her to eat snacks all the time, and sometimes it’s inconvenient for her to come home with me, so I thought that if I learned how to cook, I could cook for her.”
Shi Dai: "...?"
Shi Dai, taking advantage of Shi Miao's presence, also got to eat the noodles Jiang Yingxu made.
She felt no shame whatsoever for having children cook for her at her age. With her legs crossed, she ate noodles while watching the two children chat intimately together with great interest, before walking side by side to the study upstairs.
Is this kid acting a little strange? (slurp)
Would good friends be this thoughtful and considerate?
However, the craftsmanship is quite good.
The noodles smell delicious!
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There was a lot of homework today, and Shi Miao spent the day chatting and playing Go with the students in front and behind her. Her test papers and workbooks were all blank.
We didn't linger long after finishing our meal.
After wiping his mouth clean, he went straight to the study.
She buried her head in her schoolbag taking out her homework, while Jiang Yingxu, who had already finished all of it and was even doing extra practice, seemed much more relaxed.
He pulled out a chair and sat down next to Shi Miao.
She slammed her workbooks onto the table, "This math workbook, the English newspaper, and the science unit quiz..."
*Smack*
Something slipped out of the half-open workbook, leaving a pale pink arc on the table.
Shi Miao stopped moving.
Looking at the square envelope, its color a particularly delicate cherry blossom pink.
...Huh?
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"Preface Diary"
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