Mu Ruanruan had classes all day today and didn't have time to eat lunch, so she just ate a few bites. In the afternoon, when she was hungry, she secretly bought a piece of toast from the space and ate it while checking her property.
I've had a good harvest collecting herbs recently. I've found a lot of Poria cocos, Polygonum multiflorum, and several ginseng roots. All in all, they're worth nearly 500 yuan.
But the points are still far from enough, only sixty-five.
I figured I was a rich man now.
The toast in Mu Ruanruan's head tasted even more delicious when she bit it. She originally wanted to eat a meat pie, but this was at school and the smell was too strong. She was afraid that it would arouse the children's appetite and make them lose their focus on class, so she had to eat this tasteless toast to fill her stomach.
After eating the toast, he quickly drank a bottle of milk.
I drank too fast and am burping now.
I saw a group of children gathered together, their little heads touching each other, whispering something.
"What are you talking about?" Mu Ruanruan also came over.
"Hello, Teacher Mu."
The timid children ran away, leaving behind a few braver ones. The tallest boy said stealthily, "Teacher, something's wrong at Jiang Xiaotao's house."
"What's going on?"
The little boy told the whole story from beginning to end, and it all came down to Jiang Xiaotao eating meat.
"It's several times bigger than the last time, but it looks a little dark," said the little boy.
Another person chimed in: "It's a little salty. But it's delicious."
Mu Ruanruan felt a little familiar when she heard this. The meat she cooked at Jiang He's house last time was a little dark and a little salty. However, you can't say that other people's food that is a little dark and a little salty is yours.
Everyone was not rich, so they cooked the dishes saltier, firstly to prevent them from spoiling easily and secondly to make them taste better with rice. It was a common thing.
"Then what?" Mu Ruanruan was puzzled.
"Teacher, don't you think it's strange?"
"What's weird? Is it weird that the food is a little salty?"
"No. Teacher, Jiang Xiaotao's family has never eaten meat. They've already eaten meat twice recently. There must be something going on in his family. Either they've become rich, or..."
"I stole it." Another little boy immediately responded.
Mu Ruanruan taught them, "Don't talk nonsense without evidence, understand? What if their family suddenly wants to improve their lives?"
He thought about the money Jiang He gave him and felt that their family was not that poor, so it was not surprising to eat meat a few times. Without thinking too much about it, he taught the children a few words and went to class.
After school in the evening, Liao Xiaohong talked about Jiang Lan's gossip again, which made Mu Ruanruan suspicious.
Mu Ruanruan knew that the other party had misunderstood, but she didn't know how to explain it, so she could only listen to her nonsense.
The meat was most likely cooked by her, otherwise how could it be such a coincidence that it was a bit salty.
That night, she asked Jiang He to send two bowls of noodles to Jiang Xiaotao. Maybe the two of them were reluctant to eat them. However, several days had passed, and it shouldn't have been preserved for so long. Maybe Jiang He cooked them himself later.
In short, the thing about Jiang Lan being in trouble is pure nonsense.
Mu Ruanruan asked Liao Xiaohong not to talk nonsense, but she was so interested in gossip that she would definitely tell it.
The last time I went to Jiang He's house, I didn't mention this matter at all. Should I try to remind him again?
Anyway, my cookbook is left at Jiang He's house, so I might as well go get it and mention this matter at the same time.
After class, Mu Ruanruan went to Jiang He's house, forgetting that he hadn't finished work yet, so she rummaged through his house, looking left and right.
The cookbook was actually placed on Jiang He's bedside. Was he reading it?
Since he had also read this recipe, it was not surprising that he made the same braised pork. Mu Ruanruan took a look at the recipe but did not take it away directly.
His eyes fell on the unwashed bowl on the table. There was a small half bowl of vegetables left, covered with another bowl. It was obvious that they were planning to save it for dinner.
There is not even a trace of oil.
She suddenly remembered that when she was cooking braised pork, there was only a little oil left in the bottle, and she poured it all out without thinking.
Could it be that she had taken away all of Jiang He's assets?
The money was taken away from her and the gas was used up by her.
I ran to the kitchen to check, and sure enough, the two eggs hadn't been eaten and were still in the bowl.
Jiang He was a clean person, and the kitchen was kept very tidy. There was a simple cabinet with two layers used to store bowls, and it was empty except for the bowls.
She went to check his rice jar again, and found it was empty. She tied it up with a cloth bag, sealed it, and placed it in a wooden jar.
Mu Ruanruan took the bag of rice and weighed it; it was less than a pound.
It seemed that he often ate sweet potatoes, but she couldn't find where she kept the sweet potatoes.
The house is so bare that even mice would cry and run away when they come.
Even in this situation, he still keeps giving her money. What's the logic? Is his pride that strong? Is he afraid that others will think he's taking advantage of her?
These two people are completely different from Wang Yue'e.
Mu Ruanruan no longer cared about his attitude last night. She filled his oil bottle, gave him some rice and noodles, and put a piece of good bacon in the vegetable basket.
He put some milk and bread on the upper part of the cabinet. He worked hard at the morning shift, so he didn't have to make breakfast.
After all this fuss, the kitchen doesn't seem so empty anymore.
Before leaving the kitchen, I gave him another bag of flour. The noodles he made were delicious and chewy.
"How long has it been since you bought clothes? They're so tattered."
Mu Ruanruan opened the only wooden box in his room, which was filled with clothes, most of which were patched up and neatly arranged.
The weather is getting warmer now, but it is still a little cold in the morning and evening. Mu Ruanruan put a few more clothes for him. They are all made of ordinary fabrics and simple styles, which will not be eye-catching.
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