Rebirth of the Flying Era

   Chapter 104 Malt Milk

   Sure enough, it was Qin Huairou who came this time.

   Moreover, before I came, I didn't know where to put it on, the braid was removed, and a ball was made, revealing a white neck.

  I also washed my face and applied vanishing cream.

  Unfortunately, after working in the workshop for many years, there is a faint smell of oil on my body, mixed with the fragrance of vanishing cream, which is not very pleasant, but it is not unpleasant.

  The first time it was born and the second time it was cooked, Qin Huairou came in and changed her shoes directly.

   After the last experience, I wore new socks on my feet, and I finally didn't show any more timidity.

   When he walked in, he saw Du Fei's posture clearly, and he couldn't help but burst into a smile: "Master, you are going to be lazy!"

  Du Fei put down the book, propped himself up, took a sip of wheat milk essence, and said with a smile: "Sister Qin, I'll just say, you still look good with your hair up."

   Pretty Widow's cheeks were slightly red: "You're not slipping! Come on, what's the mat?"

   As he said that, he looked at the furniture in the room and liked it more and more.

  Du Fei patted the armrest of the Arhat bed: "Just this, make a thicker cotton pad, and two large pillows, and put them on both sides of the small coffee table."

   Qin Huairou took a look: "What kind of cushion, isn't this just a mattress shop!"

   As I said that, I started to measure the size.

   Du Fei warned: "Remember to nail the rope so that it can be tied to the bed, so you don't have to mess around."

   "I know~" Qin Huairou rolled her eyes, and a man actually instructed her on how to do needlework: "By the way, what about cotton?"

   "I'll buy some tomorrow." Du Fei had some cotton tickets in his hand, but it was definitely not enough.

   Fortunately, there is a big dog like Chu Cheng, and there are not enough cotton tickets, which makes him want to fold it.

Du Fei said again: "I left the cornmeal noodles in the vegetable cellar, you can break some cabbage gangzi... Forget it, you should be better at this than me, anyway, the two old hens are handed over to you, I will wait to eat. Eggs."

   Qin Huai smiled softly and said: "Don't worry, you~ sister will serve those two old hens, so I can lay eggs for you next spring."

  Du Fei said: "Why wait for the spring next year?"

   Pretty Widow looked like an expert and despised: "You grew up in the city, how do you know this, chickens won't lay eggs when it's cold."

   Du Fei laughed: "Who said that, I just ate one!"

   said and pointed to the trash can beside the Arhat bed.

   Qin Huairou probed over and saw the egg skin, and said in surprise, "Is this what those old hens laid?"

   Du Fei said: "If it's fake, I'll touch it out in the chicken coop."

   "Can't you?" Qin Huairou blinked her big eyes and ran out.

   Later, he came back with a straw stick on his head, and said in surprise, "Hey? Why is it hot in your chicken coop!"

   Du Fei briefly explained to her.

   Qin Huairou suddenly realized that she didn't expect such a fantastic idea, she took it for granted that it was Du Fei's idea.

   couldn't help but admire Du Fei even more, and thought to himself: "Xiao Du is so smart, if he works in the factory, he will definitely be an eighth-level worker like the uncle!"

   Immediately remembered about the stick, and wanted to sit on the other side of the Luohan bed and talk.

   was shouted by Du Fei: "Touch your hands and wash your hands!"

   Widow Pretty blushed instantly, glared at Du Fei angrily, and went to wash her hands obediently.

   Waiting for her to come out, Du Fei sat cross-legged, drinking malted milk from a cup.

   "That's right, do it yourself." Du Fei gestured towards the table next to her.

   Qin Huairou turned his head and saw a yellow tin can.

   In fact, as soon as she came in, she smelled the smell of malted milk, but it was too old and expensive, so she didn't feel embarrassed to ask for it.

   Qin Huairou's memory of malted milk essence is that when she was pregnant with a stick, Jia Dongxu bought her two cans.

  After Jia Dongxu's death, their family's life went from bad to worse, and they couldn't afford to eat, let alone wheat milk.

   Qin Huai was stunned for a moment, without being pretentious, took a cup, opened the tin jar, and suddenly smelled a fragrant and sweet chocolate smell.

  There is a small spoon in the jar. Qin Huairou took it and scooped it deeply. After thinking about it, she shook her hand again before pouring it into a cup and pouring boiling water.

   A stronger taste hits me.

   Qin Huairou holds the cup in both hands.

  The water was a little hot, but she held it tightly, for fear that the cup of malted milk might fall to the ground.

  Du Fei looked at the steaming cup and suddenly thought of his grandmother.

  It was about eight years, and he went to his grandmother's house.

  Grandma hunched her back and poured him a cup of malted milk essence, which she also carefully brought...

   "Xiaodu~Xiaodu?"

  Du Fei was a little absent-minded, and only reacted when he heard Qin Huairou call him.

   "Are you all right?" Widow Pretty asked worriedly.

  Du Fei shook his head, took a sip from the cup, and said in a leisurely manner, "It's alright, just think of something. By the way, what did you say just now?"

"Uh~" Qin Huairou said gratefully: "Thank you so much today, I really can't do anything about that boy! I beat him and scolded him, but he... did not expect that he would be beaten by you today. Surrender! Xiao Du, you are amazing!"

  Speaking of the end, the pretty widow looked at Du Fei's eyes with little stars almost popping up, and she had already begun to have the sign of a brainless fan.

  Du Fei waved his hand and said, "Forget it~ Sister Qin, you can stop! It's not as evil as you said."

   Qin Huairou asked again: "By the way, Xiao Du, you said that as long as Bang'er is admitted to a secondary school, he will be able to..."

  Du Fei smiled and said: "My words are not at all watery, and it's not a secret. I don't talk about it from a distance, it's in the courtyard, and the third master knows everything about it."

   Qin Huairou frowned and said, "The third master knows, so why didn't Yan Tie become a junior high school student?"

  Du Fei rolled his eyes and said, "Do you think the secondary school is so easy to take the exam? The third master thinks, Yan Tiecheng will pass the exam!"

   Qin Huairou had no idea about these, and said stupidly, "It's more difficult to get into a technical secondary school than a high school?"

  Du Fei thought for a while and said, "Everyone has their own strengths. Going to high school and going to college, you have a high degree and a high starting point, but you still have to go through the college entrance examination. You can work four or five years ahead of time to earn money."

   Qin Huairu fell silent.

   In her impression, the third master attaches great importance to study, and several children in the family study well.

  Especially the eldest Yan Tiecheng, Qin Huairou vaguely remembered that at that time, she was pregnant with her daughter and went to enjoy the coolness under the tree in the front yard in summer. She could always hear the third master brag about how well Yan Tiecheng studied, it should be almost the same.

   Who knows, when Du Fei mentioned Yan Tiecheng, it was condescending contempt.

   It can be seen that Yan Tiecheng, who thinks she has studied well, is nothing in Du Fei's eyes. If it is replaced by a stick, wouldn't it be even worse!

   But Qin Huairou still had a bit of luck in her heart, and said pitifully, "Xiao Du, then you're talking about a stick..."

Du Fei said bluntly: "Sister Qin, I'm afraid Bang'er is really not the material for study. It is said that the elementary school has a few courses and goes to school every day. Even if you don't want to learn, you should be in the middle of the class. Where is Bang'er? Already? Count down to a few~”

   Qin Huai blushed softly and was a little embarrassed.

   (end of this chapter)