A little worried, she planned to ask other neighbors besides Aunt Wu's family.
No one was home at two of the houses in a row, and finally someone opened the door at the third house and told her the truth.
Wei Dapeng and Wu Ying had a fight and both were seriously injured. The neighbors helped send them to the hospital.
Tang Huan, who thought that quarreling was the peak, opened his eyes again. Both of them were injured in the fight. How cruel did they have to be?
Very good, today’s reward is gone, and she even has to find a way to make her own meal.
Just cook some porridge, heat up some steamed buns, and stir-fry some scrambled eggs with tomatoes.
Fortunately, the coal stove was still on. I simply washed the rice, put it in the pot, and started cooking porridge.
Afraid that he would not be able to see the condition of the pot in time, Tang Huan went back to the house to get his homework, took it to the kitchen, and did his homework while staring at the pot.
The rice slowly began to cook and become fragrant, and Tang Huan's stomach began to rumble. Usually, Comrade Xing Cui would have prepared the meal for her when she got home from school, so she could just clean up and eat.
It’s such a blessing to have someone prepare dinner for me after school!
The phone rang in the main room. Tang Huan glanced at his porridge and thought it would take a while to cook. He put down his pen and ran back to the main room to answer the phone.
The person who called was Meng Zeyan. Last night when he was talking to Comrade Xing Cui on the phone, he heard her praising Tang Huan's achievements and saying that she would give her a reward today. He just wanted to inquire about the situation.
When the call was picked up, he smiled and asked, "How was the reward?"
Hearing the voice from the other side, Tang Huan looked at the empty courtyard and said quietly: "Not very good."
"Huh?" Meng Zeyan was surprised. Comrade Xing Cui had promised to reward her yesterday, so how could she be not so good?
Didn't he hear that the sound was wrong?
Tang Huan was a little depressed, his fingers pinching the phone line, "The old couple next door had a fight and both were injured."
Meng Zeyan understood, "They went to help, but didn't even take care of you, right?"
Tang Huan was stunned, his fingers loosened the phone cord, and his lips curled up uncontrollably, so he recognized it as her voice.
Before she could answer, Meng Zeyan asked again, "Is there dinner at home? Have you eaten?"
Although he knew it was just a simple concern, he couldn't suppress the joy that welled up in his heart. Tang Huan covered the end of the microphone with his palm, took a few long breaths, and then spoke: "I haven't eaten yet, I'm making it."
Meng Zeyan had never seen Tang Huan cook, and he didn't even know she could cook. "What did she cook?"
"It's too difficult. I don't know how to make it. I'm making porridge now, and I'll make scrambled eggs with tomatoes later." This is already the simplest meal, and Tang Huan feels that he should be able to do it.
Making porridge is indeed quite simple. Meng Ze said with a smile: "When making scrambled eggs with tomatoes, should I put the tomatoes in first or the eggs first?"
"..." Tang Huan felt that he was laughing at himself. How could anyone not know such common sense? He was a little unhappy: "I've seen my mother make scrambled eggs with tomatoes. I can cook it!"
"Well, you can fry." Meng Zeyan said with a smile, and the tone of his voice sounded like coaxing.
For some reason, his ears felt a little hot. Tang Huan moved the receiver slightly away and said, "I need to go check on the pot. I won't talk to you anymore."
"Okay." Meng Zeyan replied with a smile, and then added in a low voice, "I'll give you the reward when I get back."
Before Tang Huan could say no, the other party had already hung up.
My parents were just kidding when they said they were going to give me a reward. What kind of reward would they give me? Besides, it was just a baseline test.
Holding the receiver for a long time before putting it back on the phone, Tang Huan walked back to the kitchen in a daze.
The pot of porridge on the stove was boiling, and she sat by the side watching the pot. As long as the flame below was not extinguished, the porridge would continue to boil.
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