Old Gu turned around and saw Teacher Ma. He immediately became respectful: "Teacher Ma, you're here! I just learned a new dish. I'll cook one for you to try."
Teacher Ma lowered his head slightly, staring at Old Gu from above his reading glasses: "Are you treating me?"
Or is it abuse of power for personal gain?
Lao Gu stood straight: "I'm treating you, and I promise it's out of my own pocket!"
Teacher Ma looked at Jiang Yun's table with a smile: "Let me see what new way of eating you have learned? They are all talking about it."
People who went to buy clams were discussing the new way of eating them, with believers and non-believers each having their own opinions.
"Is it edible? What's there to argue about?" Teacher Ma likes to simplify complicated things: "Go see how others make it, try it and see if it tastes good. Then go home and try it yourself and you'll know for sure."
Following the aroma, I saw that there was only a little soup left in the dish of stir-fried clams with green onions and garlic, and a dozen or so clams with their mouths open - that was because Jiang Jun was there, and the others were too embarrassed to empty their bowls.
Teacher Ma asked a few curious questions. Is there a lot of sand in the pan when frying? Does eating shellfish without removing the intestines have a strange smell? How can you be sure it's cooked? If it's not cooked, will it upset your stomach? ...
Jiang Jun felt that these questions were so strange!
It was not until much later that she understood why everyone was so keen on boiling clams or other seafood in boiling water before eating them. It was actually based on the idea that "boiling them in boiling water for a few minutes after they were cooked can kill pathogenic bacteria."
The ultraviolet rays from the sun and boiling water are the two best things for killing bacteria besides the Lysol in the hospital, and they are deeply rooted in people's minds.
Lao Gu introduced: "Teacher Ma is a great writer. Her reportage won the first prize of the whole army!"
Teacher Ma Xiangyun is a respected military writer. She continues to write even after retirement and usually loves to chat with people. She believes that only by being close to life can she have a real life and write about the amiable and respectable commanders and fighters.
Therefore, people who don’t know Teacher Ma’s true identity, when they first see her, think she is just a kind and amiable retired old lady.
That's what Jiang Jun thought: "Teacher Ma, you look like an elementary school principal or a kindergarten principal!"
Teacher Ma thought Jiang Jun looked familiar. "You're such a talkative girl, and you're so sweet! Your accent sounds so familiar, I think I've seen you somewhere before! Oh, now I remember, you bought me a piece of pink plaid fabric I had my eye on at the Military Service Center."
Jiang Yun blinked. "That piece of cloth is very small. It can only make a handkerchief."
It turns out that she was very skillful and made two bows.
Teacher Ma smiled and said, "Yes, I just want to embroider a handkerchief for my granddaughter."
Xiang Siren asked curiously, "Aren't you a writer? Do writers also embroider handkerchiefs?"
Doesn't a writer just sit at a desk, wear glasses, and write on manuscript paper with a pen all day long?
Teacher Ma laughed and said, "A writer's weapon is the pen, and yours is the gun. When I lay down my weapons, I, like you, will have to eat, sleep, cook, embroider, and knit."
Jiang Jun supported her chin with her hand, tilted her head, and looked at Teacher Ma who was smiling and talking freely. She thought to herself that Teacher Ma was the kind grandmother she had in her mind, elegant and graceful. When she gets old, she will also be as kind and amiable!
When eating in the cafeteria, it is rare to sit for half a day. Basically, you sit down and finish your meal within five minutes, then leave.
The omnipotent teacher Xiao Jiang and the great writer teacher Ma who appeared out of nowhere chatted so much that the cafeteria closed twenty minutes later than usual.
Ma Xiangyun was so curious that she insisted on following Jiang Yun to the military service center: "You have good taste. Help me choose some cloth later."
Chen Zhenbao had no choice but to take the others away first: "Teacher Xiao Jiang, I will deliver the things you want to your home later."
Giving gifts is an excuse, talking about things is the real thing.
Jiang Jun smiled and nodded: "Okay."
At this time, she would rather go for a walk. There are so many strangers watching her around. If she goes with an old lady, no one will gossip about her, right?
There were quite a lot of customers in the military service center, and several sales clerks were busy.
The Mid-Autumn Festival is approaching, and many people have come early to look at the festival supplies, planning to mail them back to their hometowns so that their relatives can also taste the food that can only be bought in the army.
Ma Xiangyun really likes to hang out with people, so she headed straight for the crowd, even pulling Jiang Yun along with her: "Xiao Wang, put these bundles of cloth on the counter. We'll look at them ourselves, and then we'll ask you to come over and cut them when you're done."
Xiao Wang curled his lips and said, "There are so many people touching the cloth and making it dirty. I'm too busy now. Just wait."
Jiang Jun had long been accustomed to the shopping methods of this era—he had to wait for the salesperson to take out each item one by one before buying anything.
But I'm still not used to the bullish attitude of the seller's market: "Teacher Ma, let's come back another day."
Ma Xiangyun refused to leave: "If you come back another day, it will be gone. Since you are here, can you help me with some advice on what to do with that piece of cloth?"
Jiang Jun whispered, "If you have time, let's go to the Capital Department Store. They have much more fabrics there."
The key is that their service attitude is particularly good.
Ma Xiangyun waved her hand: "It's too troublesome to go there. I can't ride a bike, and it takes a whole day to squeeze into the bus. It's more convenient to buy it here."
People who are used to wearing military uniforms particularly like plain colors, and only choose red or pink ones with small flowers when buying things for younger girls.
The salesman Xiao Wang recognized Jiang Jun and still held a grudge against her, so he deliberately kept busy elsewhere and refused to come over here.
Ma Xiangyun watched coldly, waited for a while, then walked to the door of the small warehouse behind the counter and shouted, "Is the Dragon Cabinet Manager here? There's a queue waiting here. Can someone come out and cut the cloth?"
Long Xiaomin responded, "Hey, Teacher Ma! Hey, Teacher Xiao Jiang is here too!" Everyone in the office knew Xiao Wang's temper. Long Xiaomin couldn't get her staff to do anything, so she had to do it herself. "What piece of cloth did you like? Making clothes for your granddaughter again? Teacher Ma, you really don't want to spoil the child! This new dress is too small after just two days, and she doesn't have any brothers or sisters to pick it up, so I have to give it away."
Ma Xiangyun sighed: "Just because she is my granddaughter, I have to spoil her as much as possible! This little girl is used to good things, so she won't be affected by sugar-coated bullets."
Jiang Yun smiled secretly. It seemed that no matter what era it was, there were always people who knew how to raise children. This showed that the wise idea of raising a daughter in wealth was not an invention of the future.
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