Chapter 537 She is Tired
Lu Miao was not so nervous in front of acquaintances.
She relaxed, hunched her back slightly, and gave him a lazy "yes" look.
Ling Yuan raised his eyebrows and grinned:
"I can't believe it! You're quite good. You gave a very good lecture just now. I understood it right away."
This is the truth.
Ling Yuan felt a little regretful.
He has basically no basic knowledge of English.
In addition, I majored in agriculture, and was forced to learn English, so I was a little unhappy.
When choosing a seat, I specifically picked the back row, thinking I would just get by.
Now that I think about it, I really suffered a loss by not choosing the front row.
He was squinting in the back and could hardly see the blackboard clearly.
"Thank you for the compliment, but it doesn't necessarily mean I'm great."
Lu Miao curled his lips, smiled teasingly, and praised his high emotional intelligence:
"Maybe you have a high level of understanding?"
"Come on, don't you think I don't know my own weight?"
Ling Yuan waved his hand, looked at her watch and asked what time it was.
Lu Miao said, "Class starts in five minutes."
We are all old friends and we haven’t seen each other for a while.
Ling Yuan wanted to talk more, but the timing was not right, so he could only settle for the next best thing:
"We're in a hurry today, I'll explain in detail later when I have time!"
He backed out of the classroom, waving and grinning. He had a slightly dark skin, thick eyebrows and big eyes, and had the "cheeky" look of a boy next door.
It is somewhat similar to a role played by Hong Kong star Louis Koo when he was young.
Lu Miao was thinking in a mess, touching the braid from behind his ear, and fiddling with the ends of his hair in his hand.
With his eyes flickering, Lu Miao couldn't help but sigh:
Maybe it was due to the mentality and the lack of additives in toiletries at that time, so everyone had quite thick hair.
The lesbians' braids are generally thick and solid, and Lingyuan has quite a lot of hair...
Not to mention Fu Jingyou.
He usually takes good care of his personal hygiene and always looks clean and fresh.
The hair is not greasy. In contrast, the ends of the hair are flowing and fluffy, which makes it look handsome and cool, and the hair volume looks huge.
It’s pretty good.
I have to support my family and study at the same time, and I have to carry so much pressure on my shoulders.
If it were in later times, he would have become a bald man long ago.
"puff……"
Lu Miao amused himself and was amused by his own thoughts.
The class bell rang just in time.
She straightened up, adjusted her posture, stood back on the podium, plugged in the microphone again and prepared for the second class.
…
The three classes lasted intermittently until 6:30 in the afternoon, and Lu Miao was extremely tired.
I just arrived and there's nothing to clean up in the office upstairs.
After class, Lu Miao checked and turned off the power, picked up the canvas bag and went home directly.
Lu Yuanzheng originally wanted to ask about the situation in private, but the two of them missed each other.
Feeling sorry for his daughter's hard work, Lu Yuanzheng brought two cans of malted milk and milk powder back to the yard after finishing his work at night.
By then, Lu Miao had already finished washing up and closed the door.
Tang Mei suggested calling Lu Miao to get up, but Lu Yuanzheng waved his hand to stop her, put down his things and was about to leave.
Tang Mei followed him to the gate of the yard:
"I've cleaned up the house for you. You were living quite well these past few days. Now it's this late, why don't you just stay home and rest?"
"There's a lot to do at school, and I still have classes tomorrow."
"Isn't teaching a class a teacher's job? You're the principal, why would you be needed?"
Lu Yuanzheng was speechless.
He didn't have to attend classes before, but now he has to.
Several students in the beginner classes are still waiting for him to teach them the ABCDs.
My daughter is almost split in two, and I can't always point fingers at her for everything.
Tang Mei didn't understand, and Lu Yuanzheng didn't explain. He just waved his hand and walked out:
"I was thinking of making some nutritional supplements for the girl. She's been tired lately, running around non-stop, and she doesn't look well... Don't let her miss out on nutrition."
"knew."
Tang Mei nodded worriedly, then stood on the steps guarding the courtyard gate and watched him walk into the alley.
"Be careful on the road."
"Come inside."
Tang Mei nodded, and only closed the gate after listening to the footsteps in the alley faded away.
Lu Miao hasn't been looking well lately, and Tang Mei has noticed it too.
Originally she thought it was just a casual occasion, but the time calculation seemed wrong.
Worried that the child was really exhausted, Tang Mei went back to the house, opened the malted milk, and immediately made a cup of malted milk.
The sweet aroma of wheat spread in the air. Dabao and Erbao smelled it and tilted their heads to pick up their legs:
"Grandma, it smells nice, it smells nice?"
Tang Mei took a small spoon and fed each of them a spoonful, smiling and saying:
"This is for mom. Grandma will make some milk for you three later, okay?"
"Okay~"
Dabao and Erbao responded one after another.
Shi An was very sensible. When he heard that the malted milk was for Lu Miao, he stood on tiptoe and stretched out his hand to Tang Mei:
"Grandma, I'll serve it to Auntie."
"Why should I ask you to carry it? I'll burn you later."
"It won't be hot."
Shi An shook his head and raised his hand higher:
"I'm holding the handle, Grandma, it's not hot."
Tang Mei has always been soft-hearted, and she looked at Shi An's little face with a serious expression.
Tang Mei couldn't refuse, so she stirred the malted milk.
After shaking the enamel pot until it was no longer hot, I carefully guided his little hand to hold the handle on the side of the pot.
"Go ahead and keep an eye on the threshold."
"Hmm!"
Lu Miao was in low spirits and his lower back was still hurting.
Fu Jingyou changed the plaster for her.
She lay on her side facing the kang and was unwilling to move.
Hearing Shi An's childish voice calling "Auntie", he fumbled to sit up again:
"What's wrong, baby Shi An?"
The kang was built high, and Shi An stood beside it with his head sticking out.
The little guy raised his hands high and stood on tiptoe:
"Grandma made some malted milk for Auntie to drink."
"Shi An is really sensible."
Lu Miao took the enamel pot and touched Shi An's head while praising him.
Shi An looked at her with sparkling eyes, and quickly ran out the door.
Lu Miao laughed helplessly, holding the malted milk but not drinking much.
It used to taste sweet and fragrant, but this time it felt strange when I drank it.
It feels like thick oil, and my chest feels stuffy after drinking a few sips.
Lu Miao couldn't drink it anymore and pushed the cup to Fu Jingyou.
Fu Jingyou did not answer and said:
"Dad sent it, specially for you."
"I can't drink anymore... I've been standing all afternoon and I'm so sore. Go ahead and take it. I'm going to lie down."
She frowned and puffed her cheeks slightly, looking anxious and impatient.
Fu Jingyou sighed softly, took the enamel pot and put it aside:
"Then put it aside for now. Rest for a while and then get up and drink it later."
Lu Miao was feeling very restless. He turned away without wanting to talk, closed his eyes, hugged the pillow and dozed off.
I just want to fall asleep quickly and feel more comfortable.
Fu Jingyou stood beside her, sitting under the lamp holding a tin can.
Use a nail to poke a hole in the bottom of the tin can, insert the tip of the scissors into it, and slowly hollow out the tin at the bottom and cut it off.
He was busy working, and the iron sheet made a soft "sizzling" sound as he cut it.
When Lu Miao heard this, it was as if he was not drilling into a tin can, but into her brain.
My head started to hurt intermittently.
"Go out and do it! It's so noisy, it's so annoying!"
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